god player

The two came to the place where Luo Yu was, and Yang Yan stepped forward to check his injuries. His chest was already black and blue. Yang Yan pressed his hand, and Luo Yu held his head up in pain, holding back his wounds. With a sound, thin sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yang Yan withdrew his hand, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the trace of energy remaining in his fingers, but he couldn't feel what type it was. He still felt this energy in other god players, but he felt as if he had encountered it before.

"Captain, I..."

Before Luo Yu finished speaking, Yang Yan shook his head at him, "Xie Yu has already told me everything that should be said, you heal your injury first, and don't act on your own."

Luo Yu was a little surprised that the captain didn't punish him, and it passed so lightly. When he saw the captain looking at Xie Yu again, Luo Yu suddenly realized.

"I have nothing else to do with recuperating for a while, and I will leave Xing's punishment to Hanxiao to you."

Luo Yu looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what he meant. He had no idea what happened in the bureau these days, and he didn't know why Han Xiao was punished.

Yang Yan didn't have time to explain, he just came over to take a look, then left in a hurry, Xie Yu didn't follow, he could see that Yang Yan seemed to be very busy, so he didn't bother him, but stayed here to take care of Luo Yu Confused.

"Han Xiao wanted to kill me, but well, because someone saved me, she released her supernatural ability and hurt several people's lives, and even amplified her moves on the main road, causing serious damage to the surrounding area."

After Luo Yu listened, she remained expressionless, "A lunatic."

"Well, I think so too, madwoman."

Luo Yu suddenly raised his head and looked directly at him, "Xie Yu, Han Xiao likes the captain, I think you should know it, don't you have a sense of crisis?"

"Why should there be?" Xie Yu didn't understand and asked back.

Luo Yu glanced at him, didn't speak any more, pulled up the quilt and covered him, and showed him his back.

Xie Yu looked at him as if he didn't want to say any more, and he didn't want to keep disturbing him, an internally injured person, to rest, so he left.

Does Xie Yu really understand Luo Yu's sense of crisis? When he thinks about it, the two of them are together because of Yang Yan. In his slow consciousness, Yang Yan must like him very much, okay? It was easy to catch up with him, how could it be possible to break up, and both cars were driving on the high speed, so it was impossible for him not to admit it.

Besides Han Xiao, Xie Yu thinks that she and Yang Yan have worked together for many years, and it is impossible for Yang Yan not to see that she likes him. As a newcomer, he can quickly know that Han Xiao likes Yang Yan, let alone in a special situation, It's no secret either.

Then it can only be that Yang Yan doesn't like her. He didn't like her before, but now that he has him, it's even more impossible to like her.

That's right, Xie Yu has no doubts about his own charm. Even though he has scars on his face, every time Yang Yan kisses him, he likes to peck his face twice. Don't touch it, on the contrary, he feels abnormal.

After the man took the body of No. 9 and No. 1, he left without saying anything, leaving only No. 1 looking at the corpse, feeling inexplicably afraid of death. He knew that maybe one day, he would also be with the body. It's the same as this corpse, but he doesn't know when. At the same time, his star should be collected by the master.

The others came after being notified by No. 1, and No. 9, the best friend of No. 8, came first. He staggered to No. 1, grabbed his collar and asked loudly, "Little 9 What, is he there?"

No. 8's tears were slightly pooled in his eyes, and his hand holding No. 1 was trembling, but he pretended to be calm and refused to let go.

No. 1 didn't speak, but turned his head slightly. No. 8 seemed to understand. He looked over and saw a person covered with a white cloth on the ground. He let go of No. 1 and squatted forward. No. 8 covered his mouth. Not letting herself cry out, she slowly lifted the white cloth.

What caught his eyes was a dead body with many wounds and bruises.

No. 8 stepped back as if scared, and poked the corpse with his finger again. The corpse was just a corpse, and there was no response.

No. 8 was stunned for a while, then turned his head, covered his fists, and punched No. 1 in the face, tearfully roaring, "Why didn't you die, why didn't you save him, why."

The other people came over just to see this scene, and hurried up to stop him, hug him, and tell him to calm down and not be impulsive.

No. 1 still didn't say anything, just backed away from him, and didn't fight back.

No. 8 still struggled and shouted, "Tell me, why didn't you save him? He usually just likes to ask a few questions. Isn't he always very respectful to you? You fined him twice, how much money is on him?" The scar was made by you, did he hate you, did he blame you? Why didn't you save him, oh..."

No. 8 choked up and cried, No. 1 was silent. He didn't say, "..." You were wrong. It was the master's order to beat him and punish him. If you want to blame, then blame the master.

No. 1 suspected that his master was already there when they fought Luo Yu at the beginning.

The others also looked at No. 1 at the same time, asking for an explanation. No. 1 didn't say anything, but left a sentence in a sad tone when they left, "Karma retribution."

After listening to No. 8, he became dumb for a moment, looked at No. 9's body again, and closed his eyes for him with silent tears, preparing for the funeral.

After No. 1 left, one unknowingly walked to the door of Qin Ye's house. Looking at the empty door, he hesitated whether to leave, but he got used to which window he eventually climbed.

Qin Ye was taking a bath, but when he heard some movement, he stopped rubbing soap with his hands, got into the water, soaked the soap off his body, got dressed loudly, took a plastic basin, and walked out quietly.

When passing by the corner living room, he clearly heard footsteps getting closer and closer to him, so close that when he raised the basin in his hand, he was about to smash it down.

What came into view was a familiar masked face.

"It's you, it scared me to death, I thought it was a thief!" Qin Ye put down the basin, patted his chest, and casually walked to the side sofa and sat down.

Seeing that it was No. 1, he let go of all his vigilance just now. He just wondered why No. 1 came here again after not coming to his house for a long time. Before doing it, he had prepared himself, and it would not be like today. Thought it was a thief.

"Thief?" Number 1 looked at the plastic basin next to him, "If it's true, are you going to use this to deal with the thief?"

No. 1 looked suspiciously at the plastic basin for several times, doubting its endurance. I am afraid that if it continues to be beaten, it will be painless. If it is a thief, there is really a possibility of exposing yourself and angering the thief. big.

"I can't help it. I took a bath just now, and this is the only weapon I can handle!"

"Then I suggest that next time you encounter this situation, hide in the bathroom and call me, and I will be right there."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but don't worry, next time this happens, I will definitely be the first to contact you."

"Ah."

"Do you want something to drink?" Qin Ye stood up, went to the kitchen to get a drink, and asked No. 1.

No. 1 shook his head, saying no.

He took his own and came back, opened a can, and the word is refreshing. After taking a bath, having a can of iced drink is simply refreshing life.

Seeing his contented look, No. 1 smiled slightly on the face under the mask, but Qin Ye couldn't see it.

"You haven't said yet, why did you suddenly come to my house?" Since the ghost city was burned, he lost his job, and his other colleagues in the ghost city before were all magic players. Technology is coming, and he, an ordinary person, was naturally fired.

Although he lost his job, but fortunately, he has earned a lot of money these years, enough to eat, drink and have fun in his life. Of course, gambling. In addition, as the old saying goes, no amount of money can withstand the toss of gambling.

"Passing by, let's see you by the way."

"..." Who passed by a friend's house and climbed through the window?Qin Ye really wanted to ask, but then he thought about what he said, passing by, looking at himself, so what?He considers himself a friend?

"You regard me as a friend?" Qin Ye asked with certainty.But he did hope so.

No. 1 hummed.

Qin Ye was so happy that he wanted to jump up, but he held back. He raised his head and looked at him carefully, but he hadn't started to look at him from the beginning, reminding him of No. 1's masked face.

He hesitated and said, "Can I see what you look like?"

The atmosphere stopped for a while under his words, awkward for a while, No. 1 did not speak, Qin Ye waited, and finally put his hands on his mask slowly, untied the beautiful black string, 1 The number was still standing without moving. Qin Ye's belly grew bigger, and he slowly took off the mask.

No. 1 closed his eyes unaccustomed to it, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and when he opened it again, there was nothing in his eyes except Qin Ye.

Qin Ye clearly saw himself in his bright eyes, and he smiled slightly, with a happy and surprised face.

No. 1 had a handsome face, but his brows were furrowed for some reason, and his expression was a little dull. Qin Ye looked at him amusedly, only to find that there was a bruise on one side of his face.

"Have you been beaten?"

Number 1 nodded hesitantly.

"Didn't call back?"

He shook his head again.

Qin Ye patted him on the head amusedly, you are stupid, why didn't you hit him back.

Number 1 knows in his heart that he is not stupid just because the person who hit him is so sad, and he just doesn't care about him.

Wait a minute, I'll find an ointment and apply it to you, otherwise you will definitely feel pain when you wash your face.

Qin Ye came back with the ointment and saw No. 1 sitting quietly by the side. He sat over, took a cotton swab, applied the medicine little by little, and muttered, "It's normal for men to fight with others, but you must remember not to be slapped in the face. If it turns out to be crooked, let's see if that beauty is willing to marry you."

Number 1 raised his eyes, looked at his small mouth, and wanted to stop it, but when he heard him talk about marrying a wife, he replied flatly, "I don't marry beautiful women."

"Ah?" Qin Ye suddenly stopped his hands and said in disbelief, "You don't like beautiful women? Could it be that you like ugly women? Is there something wrong with your aesthetics?"