When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

"If the edge is broken, it can't be continued."

As soon as the words came out, the sound of people in the room disappeared instantly, leaving only the lonely echo of the music accompaniment, rendering a kind of battle that was about to come and wind filled the building.

Lu Sheng was so frightened that his drunkenness completely dissipated, "Feng Xiaoling, what are you?"

Gu Xici was about to say something, but was held down by Xu Cishu who was sitting next to him, signaling that something was wrong with him.

Yi Zhixing, on the other hand, has always kept an outsider's attitude towards watching dramas.

"The relationship that has already been broken, why do you want to continue?" The relationship between the two of them was unilaterally torn off by Yi Zhiling, and now they are going to continue to slap themselves in the face?

Glancing lightly at the woman whose delicate makeup couldn't hide her livid face, Feng Ling's tone of questioning remained unchanged, Bao Liang was as straight as a cold dagger, carelessly cutting through the hypocrisy that some people used to hide.

Waiting for leisure to change but the heart of the old man, why is the heart of the old man changeable?

Yi Zhiling's face became even darker after being frozen by Feng Ling, "Brother Feng hasn't spoken yet, Mr. Feng is doing it for you?"

"I'm just stating objective facts."

"He means what I mean."

Feng Ling and Li Mufeng spoke at the same time, but the different voices carried the same tenderness.

"Brother Feng, what do you mean?" Yi Zhiling felt that the sofa under her was constantly falling.

Everything was different from what she had expected. She thought that as long as she returned to China, she would be able to start over with Li Mufeng, after all, she used to be his everything.

However, after going around for a while, she came back, but he was no longer there. After the first goodbye, they really broke up like this?

Li Mufeng was too lazy to explain, "literally."

"Are you crazy or have you been fascinated by this charlatan?" Yi Zhiling's voice was trembling imperceptibly, as if he was obviously sad, but he kept suppressing his feelings for the sake of reserve, "You want to take revenge on me Also find a legitimate reason, don't talk about cultivating yourself and hurting yourself like this, I don't want to see you hurt again."

The heaviest injury on Mu Feng's body wasn't your masterpiece?

What do you mean by taking revenge on you? Why do you feel so good about yourself?

And the charlatan was talking about him?

Feng Ling couldn't understand this woman's brain circuit, but this didn't prevent him from feeling uncomfortable about talking about Li Mufeng in the past.

This is a very strange feeling. His evaluation of human beings has always been only those who can be relieved and those who do not want to be relieved. After Li Mufeng appeared, there was an additional category called those who need protection.

Seeing Mu Feng's scars being uncovered by someone who hurt him, Feng Ling's favorability towards Yi Zhiling has dropped from zero to negative, "He doesn't need to take revenge on you, and he won't get hurt in the future. From now on, I will be with him in Huangquan and Biluo, and if there is reincarnation, I will protect him in the next life."

Chacha and Shen Guiwan were immediately shaken by the affectionate words that seemed to be a confession, but Li Mufeng, who had an agreement with Feng Ling, was shocked.

Feng Ling really intends to abide by the contract that has no other special features after the couple tattoo stickers are branded on his face. Every word is his statement of future plans.

Through space, across time, just to keep one person healthy.

Him, He De He Neng.

"Sorry, you are not as important as you think." Li Mufeng smiled apologetically at Yi Zhiling. As for how much apology is, I believe anyone with a discerning eye can see it from the sarcasm on the corner of his lips, "I am serious about learning from Xian'er. , Push the game warehouse out completely, I will withdraw and live in seclusion with Xianer, and there are derogatory words like quack warlock, I hope this is the last time I hear it."

Yi Zhiling's inner self is not as intellectual and elegant as it appears on the surface. What is buried in her bones is the pride that everyone is from the lower Liba, but she is Yangchun Baixue.

The person who was dumped by me back then lost face. As a writer, her slender and sensitive nerves were suddenly broken, and her words and words did not feel that she had become mean, "I didn't expect Brother Feng to be as duplicity as before. The only thing that matures is age, and the mentality still hasn't improved."

"Since you haven't grown up, why do you want to continue your relationship?" Pointing to the wine glass in her hand, Feng Ling still couldn't understand what the woman was trying to say.

"If Ms. Yi likes young people, I heard that there are a lot of fresh meat now, it's not easy for Mu Feng, please let him go."

Yi Zhiling squinted her eyes and looked at Feng Ling, her eyes full of displeasure, "Do you know what you're talking about? Haven't the people in Shanye Village learned etiquette?"

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and almost everyone's faces were not very good-looking. Xu Cishu tried to open his mouth, intending to say something to ease it, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

Now he opened his mouth to show that he stood in line. He didn't want to help Yi Zhiling, but he couldn't speak for Feng Ling either.

Yi Zhiling's situation is too special, she was born in a powerful family, not only in City A, but also in the entire East China region.

She herself is also worthy of the name of the proud daughter of heaven, the cutting-edge Chinese female writer who bears the name of the first talented woman after the Republic of China. If she doesn't play well, she will be the top ten black, and Feng Ling will fall into an even more disadvantageous situation. .

Several human beings have their own concerns, and all kinds of thoughts are turning in their hearts, but Feng Ling doesn't have these flowers.

He is not a human being, and he can't match her brain waves, so he can only feel the painless malice jumping on the beam. At this moment, he cares more about Li Mufeng's emotions. He is very angry, but at the same time he is worried about something.

"Etiquette is still there. After all, this is an unwritten rule in my family." Pressing Li Mufeng's clenched right hand, he gently tapped his finger on the back of the man's hand to comfort him. Explaining that he has done all the etiquette according to the family rules.

One of Xiwugu's external principles is that even if he doesn't feel the need for respect, he must support his education for the sake of his image.

Thinking of Li Mufeng's scruples, Feng Ling had a thought, calculated the fate of this woman, combined with the Xia Zhou nobles he had seen, and roughly figured out the source of her arrogance, "Or Miss Yi thinks I should support you? Or should I You with an honorific title?"

But after guessing the key point, he still didn't understand the logical connection. Yi Zhiling is not the princess in the fairy tale.

Even if it is, it has nothing to do with him.

All living beings may be equal citizens in the eyes of gods, but they are just passing clouds in the eyes of immortals.

As for the way of heaven, everything is a humble dog.

Listening to Feng Ling's question, Yi Zhiling's eyes narrowed more and more.

In order to show that she had indeed shown enough courtesy to her, Feng Ling immediately suggested kindly, "Is Miss Yi always squinting because she is short-sighted? I suggest you change to a higher prescription color contact lens next time."

"I don't know what to say," Yi Zhiling was carrying her bag, gesticulating to leave, "Your definition of politeness is really crude, I'd better go back first, so as not to be brought into a sharp mouth, and I don't know if I will bite the collar when it is not locked. People who can't bite."

"That's right, Writer Yi, please go back. My fairies are not vulgar," Li Mufeng said with a smile, holding Feng Ling in his arms. Unfortunately, this laughing star was not warm at all. Although the corners of his lips were raised, there was no smile in his eyes. The light-colored pupils of normal people are full of undisguised coldness.

"You... are fine, don't regret it."

Yi Zhiling laughed back angrily, carrying a small handbag and pushing away Lu Sheng who came up to stop her, left a harsh word and went straight to the door of the box, stomping her high-heeled shoes on the ground into a sharp anger.

She grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth, and she has always followed the path of Liuli Wenqing who is cared for by everyone. She has never been humiliated in this way.

Yi Zhiling left, and Lu Sheng chased after him. There was only farce left in the box and then silence. It was not until Feng Ling spoke in a serious manner that this silence continued to expand, "Is the last sentence the classic female second in the series?" Revenge line?"

"Hahahaha," upon hearing these words, Xu Shucha felt that all the serious atmosphere had been destroyed, and leaned on the sofa with his stomach in his hands, laughing together, "God, I didn't expect you to be so good at stalking people! I laughed so hard, It's the first time I've seen Sister Ling's self-sufficient and elegant popularity become like this."

Gu Xici also laughed so hard that he almost fell to the ground, "Daddy God, it's really a society, people don't talk too much harshly, every sentence hurts the heart."

"..." Am I offended?It was just telling the truth, and the attitude was very polite, Feng Ling looked at Li Mufeng suspiciously.

Raising his hand to rub the young man's cool and soft black hair, Li Mufeng said with a smile, "Before you, no one dared to tell the truth."

"Is Feng Xiaoling's family rich in natural black?" Xu Cishu thought of Qiao Yu and asked with a smile.

He has the calmest personality among the group of people. He is usually accompanied by his old father at gatherings. He doesn't participate in verbal fights very much. At most, he can say a few words of justice when there is a big fight, but he can't help but add a word at this time.

Firstly, he really didn't want to spoil Yi Zhiling any longer. What she did before not only hurt Li Mufeng, but also left an impression in his mind. Secondly, Feng Ling was very similar to Qiao Yu, so it was pleasing to the eye.

Hearing Xu Cishu's description, Gu Xici recalled that he never wanted to sit on the flying sword again, and then complained, "Feng Xiaoling really has the strength to interpret the powder to cut black, and the flying sword is like a human being doing things like that?"

When Lu Sheng came back, the room was already bustling again. Those who sang were high-pitched affectionately into the microphone, and those who didn't want to sing or those who didn't grab the mic were gathered around the tea table to play guessing dice and drink for punishment.

Gu Xici was shaking five dice in the cup until they rattled, when he looked up and saw Lu Sheng walking towards him, he wondered, "Hey, why are you back, Lu Sheng?"

"Why can't I come back?" Lu Sheng picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp, looking not in a particularly good mood.

"It's only been a few minutes. Why didn't you send him home?" Everyone knows Lu Sheng's thoughts on Yi Zhiling. If you sneak in, you might be able to get a bottom price.

"The wine that frightened Brother Feng, if she doesn't drink it, I still want to drink it," Lu Sheng said lightly, and dragged Yi Zhixing into the water by the way, "Besides, her own brother didn't move here, and I, an outsider, called her Shengjing Her surrogate driver drove her back in my car, what else can I do?"

It's good that Lu Sheng likes Yi Zhiling, but it's just a good impression.

There is no past between him and her that can be remembered for a lifetime with a frown and a smile, but it is the young Mu Ai, who passed by in the white shirt youth, leaving behind a beautiful image of "the reeds are green, the white dew is frost".

His help to Yi Zhiling was more due to the remnants of that period of green years. The warmth of affection made him willing to help her reunite with Li Mufeng. Now that he has done his best, Yi Zhiling complained to him at the door that he would not help she.

After all, people are proud. Although Lu Sheng is not as talented as Li Mufeng, he can still be named as a talent elite. It is okay to be a backup for a goddess, but it is a bit trampling on one's self-esteem to be a backup and a trash can. .

After quietly listening to Yi Zhiling's 10-minute grievance, Lu Sheng suddenly felt that he was not so sure whether the literary girl who was shocked at first sight was the same as the person in front of him.

Being named by Lu Sheng, Yi Zhixing was not happy on the spot. Although he and Yi Zhiling were brothers and sisters, they never got along, and their relationship could only be maintained at the level of acquaintance strangers.

Today, I was too lazy to get involved in his sister's mess, so I kept silent all the time, but I was picked up by Lu Sheng, "Fuck, I didn't dare to say anything for a long time, you still want to pull me to lie down, what about human nature?"

"Too many moral observations are obliterated."

Li Mufeng answered casually, and asked the others to shake the dice together, "Old project, big talk dice, a few people play."

"I won't play, otherwise you won't win," Feng Ling said as if he couldn't bully others, "I'll know the points before you shake it."

"Feng Xiaoling, is your Taoism so mysterious?" Lu Ji suddenly came over and asked in disbelief, "How did you become the drink magic before? When did you put us to sleep? "

Feng Ling didn't understand, "Hypnosis?"

"Yes, hypnotized, we feel that the wine flew out by itself, and the previous experience of Yujian with Brother Feng and Yanjuan, how did you hypnotize?" Lu Sheng has always believed that he is the successor of science, and he does not believe that Yanjuan brought it back. rhetoric.

He even thinks that those are blindfolds, which are the same as those folk tricks in Liaozhai. Li Mufeng's injury was healed by the secret ancient medicine of Feng Ling's family. After all, Chinese culture has been passed down for thousands of years, and no one knows what will happen. Such a miraculous prescription is buried among the people.

"Why are you still fascinated that Xian'er is a superstitious person who came out of an old feudal mountain village?" Li Mufeng was almost helpless towards his cousin.

"The men in the physics department will never bow their heads to non-scientific forces easily." Lu Zhan will not easily lower his noble head.

As expected, he is a cousin who is related by blood. In the face of situations that cannot be explained scientifically, he will first try to prove it. Li Mufeng strives to save the last wave, "Newton has bowed his head, what are you still insisting on? I really think I have a crown on my head ah."

"I won't give up at the end of the day and go to theology," Lu Sheng said forcefully, then turned to the rest of the people and asked, "Do you also believe in those?"

"Do you think I'm still superstitious about science after I've experienced a cat monster?" Xu Cishu asked me this question with an expression that was really not asking for a slap in the face.

Lu Sheng, who went abroad for a half-year exchange at the beginning, wondered whether he had taken LSD-containing drugs and caused schizophrenia. If it wasn’t for the special monitoring at home, he was sure that those traces appeared suddenly and had nothing to do with him. See a psychiatrist.

Looking past Li Mufeng and looking at Yi Zhixing, Lu Sheng tried to seek help from colleagues at University A, "Lecturer Yi, can you accept things that don't have strict logic?"

"Strictly speaking, I am now an associate professor, and the lecturer is in the past tense." Yi Zhixing was still thinking about the enemy who just pulled him to the ground, and dismantled it very skillfully. sex."

Lu Sheng suddenly felt that he was now like Bruno in the era of religion and theology. He was clearly defending the truth, but he was going to be burned by the flames of ignorance.

"You don't know the limitations of science until you show it to you," Li Mufeng held his precious hand, and threw his cousin, who was on the verge of death, into the abyss where he was about to die. Well, that's what you guys in experimental physics like."

"I like what you call it. You can't be jealous of our hands-on ability. Your theoretical physics is a group of scumbags whose ancestors bombed the laboratory." Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows and happily embarked on the journey of death, "Feng Xiao Zero, the two of us, just guess the number."

Li Mufeng seemed determined to let his cousin feel the strong fatherly love from non-science, so he took two bottles of Hennessy XO and put them on the table, trying to let the silly child experience the horror of kneeling down and calling Dad, "Come on, add some Lucky head, truth or dare or drink, how about it?"

"..." Are you against me or Feng Xiaoling?

Lu Sheng complained in his heart, but still readily agreed, and sat firmly on the school bus bound for Paradise Kindergarten, "Okay, I don't believe that the real mathematical probability theory can't play with the illusory prophet."

Is it really good that you can't think about it so much?

Agreeing to Lu Sheng's appointment, when Feng Ling looked at Lu Sheng, she always felt as if she could hear Yi Shui rustling, reeds rustling, and every tone was singing that the strong man is gone and will never return.

"Lu Zaizai, do you choose to tell the truth, or take a big risk, or drink it?" Yi Zhixing, as a neutral party, issued a supervision order for the two of them, shaking the empty dice cup with one hand, and pointing at the dice cup on the table with the other. Wine glass, I don't know how many times I asked this sentence.

"Drink! I'll shake it myself after drinking it!" Lu Sheng took another sip of wine, knocked the small glass shot glass on the table heavily, stood up unsteadily, and wanted to take the dice cup from Yi Zhixing's hand.

Previously, in order to ensure the fairness that Lu Sheng believed, a third party had always played the dice. He and Feng Ling each wrote down the points they guessed on a small note, and the closest one was the winner.

As a result, Feng Ling was hit with one hit every time, and his precious probability theory was abused as if it had met Pauli's laboratory and was blown into a piece of scum.

Stretching out his hand to help Lu Sheng, Yi Zhixing said coldly to this young expert who only chose to drink and was drunk for the first time, "You can't live by doing your own crimes."

After changing seats, Lu Sheng touched the velvet cloth in the coloring cup, a little stunned, "Can you hear the points even though it's so thick?"

"I told you that it was calculated," Li Mufeng said sullenly, as if he was the one suspected of being a god of gamblers, "You also open new dice every game."

Looking at the half-empty wine bottle on the table, Feng Ling persuaded, "Why don't you forget it, you're almost drunk."

"Come again, I can fight again."

Following Lu Sheng's words, there was another muffled sound of dice hitting.

After a few rounds, Lu Sheng had already drunk so much that he didn't know what year it was.

Although the KTV provided small 15ML cups, he couldn't stop him from drinking too fast, and he was the easiest to drink in a hurry. Lu, who already had a moderate capacity for drinking, felt that he was shaking like a flat boat floating in the turbulent current.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I'm so ignorant of this routine," Lu Sheng threw himself into the back of the sofa, and no longer talked about science, with a look on his face that I'm already useless, don't bother me to waste my life into a cat cake.

After settling down Lu Feimao, Li Mufeng sneered, "You got a cheap deal and acted like a good boy. Knowing that I'm treating you, you blew almost a bottle by yourself."

Hearing Li Mufeng's words vaguely, Lu Sheng thought about the meaning with his remaining rationality, and suddenly felt dizzy, as if his small boat had drifted along the river into the sea of ​​stars.

A one-night party, except for Yi Zhiling's discordant episode, the host and guests had a great time.

Before leaving, there were Xu Cishu, Yi Zhixing, and Gu Xici who were partially awake, and asked Xu Shucha and Shen Guiwan to wait in the hall downstairs, because they still had something to say to Li Mufeng.

"My sister's temper will not let it go. Be careful, I'm on your side. Although it's not easy to do it openly, it's okay to help in secret," Yi Zhixing said with a serious expression.

Gu Xici also responded to Xu Cishu, "So do we, if we need to speak up."

Raising his hands and patting his brothers' shoulders one by one, Li Mufeng smiled back, "The only thing she can move is her contacts, she won't give up the power of the family, and she won't be too difficult to deal with. Besides, with Xian'er around, I have nothing to fear."

The author has something to say:

Recently, I feel that my mental retardation has worsened, and many books I have read are mixed together--

I'm afraid that my citation has the wrong name

Every day when I just open the document, I will be confused for a while, not knowing what I am writing. . .

This operation is a bit confusing