When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

From the moment he heard the word "Qiwu Valley", Xuan Wei knew that he had made a fool of himself.

Even Wei Shangxian couldn't protect him.

Thirty years ago, he had the honor to meet Wei Shangxian again. At that time, Shangxian told him that Tianzun was about to travel to City A, and the return date was uncertain. No.

He also said that Tianzun's name should not be taboo, and he would retreat far away when he heard the words "Qiwu Valley".

Sitting on the ground with wry smiles, Xuan Wei felt that some things were God's will. He obviously deliberately staggered the most dangerous time and chose to retreat because he was afraid that he would be irritable and offend others without knowing it.

Who would have thought that it would happen again, and he didn't know that the sky is high and the earth is so generous that he treats people as juniors, obviously he is the one who is praised by the juniors.

Thinking of Wei Shangxian's description about that person, Xuan Wei felt that his life was hanging by a thread.

Shangxian said that he has a noble status, and no one in Zhoutian Wanjie can beat him. Even Wei Shangxian himself feels that it is a great honor to use his old acquaintances to help him with common affairs in the lower realms.

Sighing, Xuan Wei regretted in her heart that she was still so frivolous at such a young age, and she had to let go of her temper when she was young to calm down.

The violent temper he developed from a young genius, not only did not learn to restrain himself as he grew older, but also became unnecessary to restrain himself because of his rising status and cultivation base.

As he is so swollen, it is actually a matter of time before he kicks the iron plate. Fortunately, this offense, Tianzun is willing to give him a chance to correct it. Maoque's words are telling him how to act.

Thinking of calling himself "Monster King", Xuan Wei has the urge to kneel in the cave for a year. It is only natural for the prince who lives in Wugu to be called the king by the sparrow monster.

"Tell me in detail, what exactly did you do to offend Tianzun, so don't hide it a little bit," Xuan Wei recovered from reflection and regret, and asked sharply to the two people in front of him who dragged him into the water.

He remembered what Wei Shangxian said about that person, he was lazy and unintentional, dreaming about everything in the floating life, as long as he didn't step on his thunder, he didn't bother to pay attention at all.

I also hate going out and socializing with people, and I am extremely afraid of trouble. All trips have to be planned a long time in advance, and I am willing to leave when it is unavoidable.

It is impossible for such an existence to take the initiative to provoke others. It must be these two people who touched him first.

"We've already told the truth," Huang Congyun said, frowning and retching a few times. He vomited for a long time, and even the yellow bile in his stomach was emptied.

"You guys did say it, but unfortunately, you didn't finish it." Xuanwei's white eyebrows were raised up, his face full of anger, "You know that Tian Zun would not even dare to provoke an immortal, saying, what a rebellious thing you have done. "

"If you don't tell the truth, the old man won't intercede for you." Seeing that the two men were colluding again, flirting with each other, Xuan Weiqi didn't fight each other, why did he trust these two heartless things? Don't think he doesn't Know what these two bastards are playing.

Old people are demons.

Xuan Wei is also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, and his understanding of human heart and subtext is not ordinary.

Hong Yun and the others can figure it out, and after he knows the other party's identity, he can immediately understand it.

Tianzun disdained to take the lives of these two people, and was going to let him do it, but he only heard half of the news, so Yelang wrote a shameful letter.

Hong Yun and Huang Congyun, you look at me, I look at you, no one thought that the elder Taishang actually knew the reputation of the other party, so he had to honestly tell what he had done in detail, and it sounded mysterious The corners of their mouths twitched, not knowing whether to say that their newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, or they are brave and not afraid of death.

What a bad thing to do, I almost killed someone, even if I didn't pick that person on purpose, I really think I'm tired of working.

Xuan Wei reckoned that if his shot hit Tianzun, it might not be as miserable as it is now, and it would have hurt the most unrecruitable people in the world. They can live until now, mostly because of Tianzun's wife's face, Tianzun doesn't want people who like him Stained with blood.

Even though Xuan Wei listened more and more, he didn't want to speak for them, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that he is taking on the burden of the steps, Tianzun doesn't want to get his hands dirty, so he has to seize the opportunity to be a middleman for him.

Xuan Wei wanted to understand that in order to perform well, he not only fasted and bathed himself, burned incense and wrote greeting cards, but also forced Hong Yun and Huang Congyun to write ten-thousand-character long posts with him. All written with respect from the bottom of my heart.

Through the water mirror, Feng Ling looked at the three human beings who were sitting on the futons and wrote the invitations one stroke at a time, and commented, "Xuanwei is stupid."

Li Mufeng approached with a big face, facing the white-haired Taoist in the mirror, and asked, "Xian'er knows this... Taoist priest?"

It's a bit hard to think of a title. Although Xuan Wei is called a fool, he is not tender at all, his beard and hair are completely white, and his face looks like a middle-aged person. Li Mufeng is not old enough to be called a kid, but he is too senior to Praise the leader casually, and in the end it is the most common name.

"We know each other, the dog feeder begged me to enlighten this kid for him," Feng Ling recalled.

When the dog feeder brought things from the lower world, he once mentioned that he had taken in a fool in the human world. He attunes.

It's feeding the dog again...

What does this person do?

The name of this person's parents is too random!

While complaining in his heart for a long time, Li Mufeng held Feng Ling's ear in his mouth, licked and bit, felt the slight tremor of the human ear with the tip of his tongue, and asked, "This person seems to listen to it a lot, so he is called a dog feeder?"

"Well, it's called feeding the dog," Feng Ling tilted his head to avoid the man's offensive, and replied, "The real name seems to be Wei Wangde."

"Because I owed debts, I have been working for Qiwugu until now."

"What debt?" Li Mufeng asked again.

"He asked me to fulfill his marriage with Yousu," Feng Ling replied.

"Isn't marriage a matter of Yuelao?" Li Mufeng was puzzled, and continued to chase Feng Ling and bully his ears.

"Theirs are more complicated. The dog feeder and Yousu style are quite famous among human beings." Feng Ling pushed Li Mufeng's face away with one hand, and protected his ears that were licked hot by him with the other. "One King Zhou, one Su Daji, I helped them enter reincarnation, reincarnated as Wei Wangde and Nine-Tailed Fox Su Jiu."

These two people are in the midst of calamity, and if they want to escape their fate, only Feng Ling can do it.

Qiwugu was just in time for the high-temperature period of love after life and death. Feng Ling felt that the story of lovers getting married was good, so he accepted the other party's wish. Correspondingly, as the price, both he and Yousu-style reincarnation had to enter The effect of living in Wugu.

Wei Wangde's name is homonymous to "feeding Wang", and he raises his wife like feeding a dog every day, so the nickname "feeding the dog" spread and gradually replaced his real name.

Li Mufeng's mouth was covered, and he stretched out his tongue to lick and kiss the person's thin white fingers, and occasionally bit them lightly, which made the young man shy and angry.

Seeing the slightly slanted phoenix eyes, the big wild wolf was immediately fascinated, pressed the young man tightly under his body, and fiercely entangled the master's lips, as if to teach him a lesson not to seduce people casually.

After the kiss was over, the breath of both of them became slightly hot, and the air was stained with peach blossoms.

"You recently……"

"Xian'er, how does it feel to study?"

Feng Ling just opened her mouth to say that this person seems to be getting more and more insatiable recently. Almost all the time when she is alone, she is spreading hormones, like poisonous poppies, with stunning beauty, seductive and beautiful.

Unexpectedly, Poppy asked other questions seriously first, and it was a disturbing question that shattered all illusions.

"No way," what Feng Ling regrets the most now is that he shouldn't be confused by the appearance of this man's work. If he wants to learn from him, how can he forget the darkness of the crash course before the lower world.

"What if not?" Li Mufeng pretended not to know.

"I don't know the feeling of wanting to learn, but I can tell you the feeling of not wanting to learn." Feng Lingmo frowned slightly, and it seemed that it was not a good memory feeling. The wicks suddenly become attractive, attracting me, pushing them out little by little, and then stuffing them back in."

"Also, other people's stories suddenly become interesting. Seeing Xuanwei tear up the whole piece of paper with the big locust's typo written on it makes me laugh."

"..." It's very true. After confirming the look in your eyes, you really don't want to study. Li Mufeng looked at Feng Ling teasingly with a half-smile.

"Do you want to go up to the blue sky to catch the moon, or go down to the five oceans to catch turtles?" Feng Ling held a slender silver sword between his two fingers, and looked at someone expressionlessly, "Choose one."

The reason why Li Mufeng was able to set sail without relying on the direction of the wind was that this person could stop the waves in time.

At this time, seeing that the limelight was not right, he immediately rowed his own boat, turned around to flatter her, and put Feng Ling's hands in her hair.

Fingertips gently tangled and rubbed the hair, the young man felt a little itchy from his skin, all was relieved by the three thousand ink hairs, no longer care about him, Li Mufeng was also happy not to answer the question he interrupted and avoided.

You seem to be getting more and more dissatisfied lately.

how to answer?

Tell him that the deeper and deeper you are, the more fulfilled and empty you are when you see him?

Satisfaction gets deeper and emptiness gets worse. He can only taste the sweetness of texture when he rubs his ears together, and only when he is deeply buried can he taste the sweetness of intimacy.

This kind of feeling is poisonous, you can taste it by eating the marrow, the more you taste it, the deeper the poison will be.

Or tell him that he is addictive and he can't live without him, so he also lives like a poppy?

Use thousands of styles to seduce your sweetheart and fall into a piece of fragrance in a love poem with him. In the confrontation between being stranded and the abyss of desire, the choice is irreversible, addicted to each other, and without each other, there will never be peace.

Maybe it's not just coquettish things, the more beautiful they are, the more toxic they are, and the cold and clean ones too.

Pillowing on the young man's lap, trying to describe the other party's exquisite delicacy bit by bit in his heart, Li Mufeng thought before falling into a short lunch break.

The afternoon schedule is to debug the code of other games embedded in the holographic platform.

Blizzard's holographic simulation has experienced the publicity of the two sessions and won the support of the state, and quickly became a favorite in the eyes of major game merchants.

Li Mufeng's technology is more than ten years ahead of the times, and they have done a good job of keeping secrets. They will not be able to crack the core technology of the game warehouse for a while, and they are throwing olive branches, hoping to establish cooperation with Blizzard and log their own games on the holographic simulation platform , Before the company can independently develop and produce game warehouses, try to seize the opportunity of holographic virtualization as much as possible.

Feng Ling is still nestled in his small sofa by the bay window. Although he is now Blizzard's partner, he has already formed the habit of sitting on the small sofa and watching someone's work from a distance.

The meeting has not officially started debugging yet, the programmers in the office are all chatting, Feng Ling listened for a while, and looked at his family Mu Feng with some worry.

In the beginning, it was Grid No. [-] next to Hua Qingcen, gossiping with Hua Qingcen, "You said that since fashion is a circle, will Shamat make a comeback?"

Hua Qingcen's small eyes were on the top of Grid No. [-]'s head, wandering for a while, and said a little seriously, "Probably not, everyone doesn't have the same hair volume as before."

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became solemn, as if the topic they were discussing now was as serious as the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

"I was recently recommended by a programmer hair transplant agency," Grid No. [-] pursed his lips, and proposed a plan for survival, "Do you want to see my collection?"

The only girl, no longer like the rough guy with shaking legs in the past, crouched on the bench honestly with her knees in her arms, "How long can the hair transplant last? I made a video call with my mother yesterday. She said that my hairline seems to have receded a lot. .”

"It's not sudden death, it's hair loss that beats the post-90s generation. I regret every day why I learned programming," the girl said, jumping off the bench, finding slippers from the table legs, and pulling them on, holding her big porcelain cup , went to make a cup of black sesame powder to suppress the shock.

"Actually, the programmer is pretty good, but it's a bit cold in winter," Hua Qingcen said, looking at the black sesame paste and Liuwu hair growth liquid on the girl's table, and at her forehead, which is obviously much brighter than when she first joined the job. Silently added double slashes before the options of food therapy and hair tonic.

Let's go to Soso Zhifa Hospital, it's reliable.

The programmers who talked but didn't talk, after seeing the girl's dying struggle, all mentioned the hair transplant plan as the first option in their hearts.

"It's not scary to have a cold head. I'm afraid I'll be bald like a Mediterranean." The girl inserted her hand into her short hair, combed it, and took out a few hairs. "See, I don't dare to scratch my head now. gone."

A few people familiarized themselves with the authenticity of the verse in the textbook, "the white hair scratches shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust", and then began to discuss which high-risk majors can know the professional level of each other's hair by looking at the amount of hair.

The more Feng Ling listened, the more worried she became. Programming, physics (especially theoretical physics), law, medicine...

Mu Feng alone accounted for two, the law and he has nothing to mention to him, even if the audience's hair loss effect is halved, it is still very serious, plus he can touch this person's hair when he is free, in case he can really feel bald ...

Looking at her hands, Feng Ling thought for a while about the actor with the bright hairstyle in the TV dramas of the Qing Dynasty, and felt that he had to do something to protect Mu Feng and his physical and mental health.

Sitting in front of his computer, Li Mufeng felt numbness in his spine and a chill in his heart when he was stared at by his wife frequently. He always felt as if something was wrong, and it appeared when he didn't know it.

This premonition was fulfilled when his wife looked at him for the N+1 time with complex emotions such as guilt, worry, and disgust.

He received a WeChat message of condolence from Feng Ling.

Xian'er: You won't be bald!rest assured!I have medicine!Can do spells!I will never touch you bald!Don't be afraid!

With each exclamation point, Li Mufeng deeply felt the care from his wife, but this love was too heavy, so thick that it made people's brain hurt.

Why should a person who does not speak science respect biological laws in such matters?

Obviously fatal injuries can be dealt with casually, so why bother with the problem of hair loss and growth?

Turning his gaze around, he landed on the advanced mathematics textbook in Feng Ling's hands, and Li Mufeng felt that he had probably found the root of all evil.

It's math!

Mathematics abused his cute math, and it became a hallucination.

In order to avoid a certain day when Feng Ling would discuss with him about the frequency of intercourse/sex in a week, Li Mufeng immediately ran to Feng Ling by adding water to the cup, and made no progress on the book in his hand. He took away the book and threw it on the reclining chair opposite, pinched the young man's soft cheek with one hand, and said, "Don't read this book."

Feng Ling raised her head, staring at the bangs she touched just now, without speaking.

"I know, you want to understand what I have learned." Li Mufeng half-drowned his eyelids, half-stained affectionately, and parted his thin lips lightly, "But mathematics is actually unnecessary. You have heard Mr. Yang Zhenning's lectures on modern mathematics." Famous quote?"

Feng Ling shook his head, he only knew that Yang Zhenning was a master of physics.

"Modern mathematics books can be divided into two types. One is that you can't read it after one page, and the other is that you can't read it after one line." Li Mufeng recited Yang Zhenning's words, and then said, "It can be seen In fact, mathematics is not particularly popular with physics, and to understand theoretical physics, you don’t have to start with mathematics.”

"And I remember that you have finished all your high school courses, and you have passed the stage where mathematics is useless." Li Mufeng worked tirelessly for his own happiness and peace. "You also know law. If you put it in modern times, you are a law student."

"And law schools basically don't offer mathematics courses, so mathematics, especially advanced mathematics, is of no use to you."

"Then..." Then how do I understand the world you see?

Even if it's just superficial, I want to get closer to you. You look so good at work. I want to know what kind of moving thing makes you so focused.

Li Mufeng picked up the tablet he put aside, quickly added a few books, and said with a smile, "The Three-Body Problem, The Flat Country, A Brief History of Time, The Universe in a Nutshell, you can start with whatever you want." Look at this book, this kind of popular science book is more interesting, Xian'er doesn't need to struggle with mathematics, it is enough for a family to have one who can count the full discount on Double Eleven orders."

Feng Ling casually flipped through a few pages of "A Brief History of Time", and found that there were indeed quite a few unknown but familiar terms. Without any hesitation, she quickly cleared away the leftovers from the math book on the table.

Li Mufeng breathed a sigh of relief when the alarm was lifted, and returned to his computer desk with a cup of green tea, opened the group chat in the technical department, and clicked on the keyboard.

Li Yi: As a friendly reminder, it is said that hair transplants are not easy to fall off, but my own hair can’t be kept

Li Yi: I think the original M-shaped baldness, if the hair is planted, it may become the only two pinches of small horns left in the [-]-acre open space on the forehead, so it is best to plant one head at a time Mao, hehe

Seeing the last two who came to fight full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction, everyone felt a chill in their heads.

They were discussing hair loss just now, so Mrs. Boss must have heard it. Mrs. Jin took care of Mrs. Jin's head. Now it's their turn to send them hospice care.

Everyone was silent, and they got busy like quails, pointing fingers at the computer like flying.

After all, as long as the universe does not restart and the earth does not destroy, there will be no obstacles that can prevent them from creating the world, ah no, typing the code, they stare at the screen, and the burning eyes that penetrate the glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle are the only light in the chaos and darkness , guiding them to write the program to save the world into the bug.