[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

In the video sent by anonymous user 55, there is a pure white room with no end in sight, filled with objects from countless worlds, giving people a unique visual impact.

And on the ground, there were piles of humans in white robes lying in a crooked manner.

It is not appropriate to say that they are pure humans, because their brains are too big and too round, and they clearly look more like alien creatures.

However, in that head, there were indeed a few pure aliens with light green and dark green skin, big heads, diamond-shaped eyes, small noses, and short bodies. At the moment, their heads were covered with bumps, and they looked miserable.

A few of them were slightly sober, and kept raising their hands towards the camera, their mouths opening and closing.

"My dear, it's not us who made the decision... Please be honest!

It is true that we created the system, but the operating rights were handed over to the mastermind more than ten years ago.

You beat us so unfairly!"

A pleasant male voice came from a place that the camera could not reach.

"Don't treat me as a fool, old man. You have the right to assist, right~"

The green-skinned alien researcher looked into the lens helplessly and decisively lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

The video ends here. Because it revealed too many secrets, it was automatically withdrawn by the system within ten seconds of being posted.

Anonymous 55 user: (Video) Silent version ~ Come and enjoy it together.

Anonymous 100 user: The live broadcast has been turned off. I will wait for you the whole time until you start the live broadcast! @55 Great fight! It’s awesome!

Qi Heng's consciousness had already become blurred. He stretched out his trembling hand towards the door and was gently held by the young man.

"Uncle, please, love me, okay?"

"As long as uncle loves me, I can do anything for him. Please, uncle..."

The young man who hugged him tightly whimpered like a little animal locked in a cage, but he was obviously the one who did evil.

He showed a side of himself that he never showed in public. He exposed his neck to the man without regard for the consequences and put Qi Heng's hand on his neck.

"Uncle, do you hate me? If you do, pinch me hard here... I won't resist."

Qi Heng pulled back his hand from Song Yuyue's neck, half-closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

"Song Yuyue...you...forget it."

That sigh seemed to fall on the young man's heart, like a judgment, or even more like a silent verdict.

When everything was over, it was almost six in the morning. He carried Qi Heng to the bathtub and wanted to wash his uncle.

But Song Yuyue is clumsy and has always been served since childhood. When has she ever served others?

It was truly the first time for a young lady to get into a sedan chair.

For the Nth time, the foam almost got into Qi Heng's eyes, and for the Nth time when he was washing, he bumped into Qi Heng's body.

Seeing the man sleeping with a frown on his face, heartache and pity finally took over.

He dragged Li Jian, who had been standing guard at the door all night, into the bathroom.

"Brother Jian, can you help clean up? Can you help me?"

When Li Jian saw the situation in the bathtub clearly, his eyelids twitched wildly!

The man woke up a little while after Song Yuyue left.

He tried to climb out of the bathtub, but he was too weak to hold on with his arms, and his entire upper body slid into the bathtub! His legs, which had emerged from the water, were thrashing about weakly.

Qi Heng was trying to find a way to escape from danger when he felt his armpits tighten and someone pulled him out of the bathtub.

The pain of impending suffocation disappeared, Qi Heng took a deep breath, feeling lucky that he was still alive.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Li Jian, who was sizing him up with his brows twisted into a "川" shape.

For some reason, seeing Li Jian gave Qi Heng an inexplicable sense of security.

At least with Li Jian around, Song Yuyue was her usual self.

"Thank you... cough cough cough!"

Li Jian stroked Qi Heng's back and helped him breathe more smoothly

“Master, I will clean him according to your instructions.

But, when did the young master develop the habit of watching people bathe? "

Li Jian asked as he heard the footsteps behind him not leaving the bathroom but getting closer.

Song Yuyue stopped and squatted beside Li Jian, looking at Qi Heng's eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance, regret, and self-loathing, which made him feel breathless.

"I... want to learn how to help people clean, so I won't bother Brother Jian anymore."

Li Jian looked at Song Yuyue deeply, sighed inwardly, and washed his black suit as gently as possible, regardless of the fact that it was soaked by water.

Seeing this, Song Yuyue's eyes flashed. Without saying anything, she turned around and got a large bath towel.

He thought he must learn how to take care of his uncle.

Why not ask a caregiver to teach you specifically?

The young man's eyes lit up. He was determined to learn well no matter what and not make the same mistake again.

Qi Heng slept until two in the afternoon and woke up with a headache.

Qi Heng had mixed feelings about Song Yuyue last night.

There was no one else in the room except him. Qi Heng staggered as he searched the closet for clothes, his body shivering.

The pants I had worn before were nowhere to be found.

There was no other choice, Qi Heng could only find a loose T-shirt and pants.

The wardrobe was in a mess after being rummaged through by Qi Heng. The man was furious, and Chun Chun used Song Yuyue's clothes as a punching bag and threw them all over the floor.

He walked to the door and tried to open it, but it was not locked.

crunch—

I stuck my head out and looked around. Good thing, there were no bodyguards in the corridor.

He walked up the stairs to the first floor, occasionally looking down at the tracker on his ankle.

As long as this thing is on, it doesn't matter where he runs!

His stomach made a rumbling sound and Qi Heng kicked the floor hard in anger.

The door behind him suddenly opened. Qi Heng was startled, and a faint hope appeared in his heart.

When I saw who the person was, all my hopes were dashed. What? Song Yuyue's men.

He walked slowly to the sofa in the hall.

The footsteps approached the door, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the bricks stopped beside Qi Heng.