honor me as god

Chapter 128

(Two chapters combined into one chapter)

Bai picked up the glass in his hand and took a sip. The clear water in the glass was smooth and without ripples.

"He~tui!" Vincent felt bored, spat on the white chair, and returned to his wine table.

Human beings are such sinful creatures. Violent struggles add fuel to the flames and arouse interest, and dull reactions are like pouring a bucket of ice water on the head, dousing the raging fire.

"Bai, why don't you teach him a lesson? Give me a sentence or a line, and I'll help you." A big man next to him looked very upset and was furious.

All the companions of the big man know that he has longed for Bai, but Bai actually doesn't even remember his name.

"Bai didn't take Wen Sen seriously at all, and it's the same with you." The companion patted the big man's shoulder to comfort him, but his mouth stabbed mercilessly in his heart like a knife.

The big man was very injured, and he poured himself a cup of depth charges.

In fact, despite the fact that these men are troubled by love on the surface, members of the underground world know that processors are not the same species as them.

Processors are always cold, precise, and efficient. It can be said that they are machines covered with human skin. When they cut open their chests, what they see may not be a slowly beating heart, but a power core.

Falling in love with a processor is a disaster, this is the perception of every member of the underground world.

Therefore, most people's longing for Bai is just lip service.

If Bai Tiantian really accepted someone's wishes, the first reaction of this person must be to flee here immediately, because there is a high probability that his name has already appeared on a certain processing order.

Just when everyone thought the farce was over, an episode happened.

"Water of life, pure, without ice." The ancient flip phone appeared, and Bai typed out a line of words to show to the bartender.

The bartender suddenly felt puzzled. Bai was one of the very few customers who didn't drink alcohol or smoke. He didn't even drink drinks, but only drank pure water. People in the bar called him "Drinking Water Lady". Why did he suddenly want to drink today?And come up for the water of life
The alcohol content of this wine is as high as 96%, which is higher than the medical alcohol content. The burning sensation in the mouth is extremely obvious. If you are not careful, you may even damage your throat. There is also a precedent in the Kangaroo Country who died suddenly after drinking it. It is not an old alcoholic. It's hard to get used to.

Drinking water girl, what happened today?Hidden attribute awakening?
The bartender didn't ask any more questions, and poured her a glass of water of life casually with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Bai picked up his wine glass and walked slowly to Vincent's side.

Wen Sen turned around, with a slightly surprised look on his face, and grinned, "Bai, have you figured it out? Then let's go now? My bed is very big, just get lost~"

Bai Wuyan, the small hand led the wine glass to slowly tilt, and 96-degree alcohol was poured from the top of Vincent's head, wetting the beard and the beard on his face.

The surroundings fell into dead silence for an instant, and Vincent was also stunned.

With a flick of his left hand, Bai grabbed the cigarette from Vincent's companion and pressed it on Vincent's head.

The 96-degree eau-de-vie ignited immediately, and the fire exploded, burning above Vincent's head, and spreading down with the alcohol, igniting his shoulders.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa . .

"Ahahahahahaha my mother!!! Do you think he looks like a Saiyan??!" The big man who likes Bai laughed wildly, his stomach was about to cramp.

"How do you talk? It looks like the fire baby in foreign cartoons! How do you sing that song——Calabash baby~Gourd baby~Seven babies on a vine~" The bartender has obviously experienced cultural export, and his singing pronunciation is not bad. Pretty standard.

Rough laughter kept coming and going, and it was very lively. Only Wen Sen's companions stepped forward to help. Although the corners of their mouths were pulled vaguely, they were quite conscientious and kept patting the flames for him.

There are often fights in ordinary bars, not to mention the underground world, and everyone has long been accustomed to such things.

There are farces going on here every day, never stopping, it seems to be a fixed entertainment program, there are always disputes between people, the severity is variable, sometimes it is just a fight, sometimes it is maimed or even killed.

There are not too many rules here, and the judgment standard of right and wrong is also very simple-the person who died is wrong, and the weak is the original sin.

The only principle is that hot weapons cannot be used to prevent mass destruction.

The bartender brought two large buckets of ice water, put them on the bar with one hand, and then returned to his original position to continue laughing.

Vincent's companion took the bucket and poured it on his head. The alcohol was dispersed, and it slid to the ground, still burning, and finally extinguished slowly.

Vincent stood up staggeringly, his face was flushed, his beard and hair were messy and twisted, like a rice field after a fire, and the unique smell of burnt protein wafted around, like a roasted wild boar with fur.

The atmosphere began to become depressing, Wen Sen walked up to Bai, and stared at her with bloodshot eyes, terrified.

Everyone knew that this mad dog was about to start barking.

Under Wen Sen's killing intent, Bai did not show any weakness, directly tore off the buttons of his jacket, took off the shirt that might affect the fight and threw it aside, leaving only a sports tube top.

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar.

As the name suggests, her skin is as white as winter snow that has not yet melted, and she is different from the soft figure of ordinary girls. As a professional processor, she has obvious traces of exercise, her figure is tall and straight, and her tight waist and abdomen have no excess The fat, the vest line presents a cheetah-like graceful arc, as delicate as if carved by God himself.

What surprised everyone the most was.
There is a ditch.

Still deep.

36D visually.

The bartender stared at Bai, his triangular eyes widened: "Is this fucking 16 years old?!"

The hot body and conflicting smell of gunpowder made everyone's emotions high. Although most of them came from different organizations, they only knew each other's name, age and other routine information, and they didn't know the details.

But every time the iceberg girl in front of me took a mission, she would always come back peacefully, drinking a few glasses of water here alone, as if she had just done something as mundane as washing her face and shopping for vegetables.

Therefore, even though Vincent is sturdy and weighs at least twice as much as Bai, the two are not in the same weight class at all, but there are still many people who are optimistic about Bai.

Besides, all the big men present here don't support 36D, why should they support that fire-type calabash doll?

Fights in bars were very common, but it was not common for processors to fight with mercenaries. The bar was quickly filled with people, and many people from other bars received the news and rushed over to watch and make noise.

"Ban him! Bian him! Bian" the booing was halfway through, and the pieces disappeared without a trace in a very short period of time, and the surroundings fell into dead silence again.

The cold wind blew in, and then there was the sound of closing the door.

"Tap, tap, tap" came the sound of footsteps.

10 years of training told Bai that when you are playing against someone, don't be distracted by any movement, because while you are staring at the opponent's flaws, the opponent is also staring at your flaws.

However, the sound of footsteps was so familiar that it reminded her of the heavy snowfall in her childhood, and she unconsciously looked over it.

At this moment, she lost her mind.

Vincent caught the opening, and immediately struck out with a heavy fist, ready to smash Bai's cheekbones.

It doesn't matter if your face is smashed, you don't have to worry about it in the future.

Under the action of adrenaline, the brief moment was infinitely extended, and Vincent suddenly saw a hand wearing a white glove come into view and rest on his wrist.

Wen Sen's heavy fist was pushed away by this hand, and brushed against Bai's cheek, but failed to hurt him in the slightest.

Wen Sen's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he was about to fight this nosy person, but he froze in place.

Because he saw those amber eyes clearly
In the dead silence, whispers came:

"Smiling Devil"

"Where has he been in the past 10 years? The intelligence system can't find him at all."

"He looks exactly the same as before, isn't this guy old?"

Kino stood beside Vincent, clasped his hands as if catching a clumsy flying insect, smiled and looked at Bai: "Long time no see."

After a short period of distraction, Bai pressed the nine-square grid on the top, and finally placed it in front of Kino. A line of words was edited on the screen: "3743 days."

"You've really grown up a lot. If it wasn't for your eyes, I almost didn't recognize you." Kino took off his gloves and stroked her face affectionately, "Why did you fight with this man?"

Before Bai could respond, Vincent had already spread his hands, and said with a pale face and forced a smile, "Hey, Chino, long time no see. I didn't know that Bai belonged to you."

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is the reason. When two people fight, there must be a conflict. A conflict means that one person is right and the other is wrong." Chino looked at Wen Sen, with amber eyes full of smiles, "Then the question is, is this your fault, or her fault?"

Seeing Kino's smile, Vincent's hairs stood on end.

Mercenaries have always looked down on processors, there is no doubt about it.

But if there was anyone among the processors that the mercenaries feared, it was this person in front of them.

Throughout the ages, the only one who can return from the hand of death is a smiling devil.

Vincent swallowed hard, forced a smile and said, "Qino, listen to me, this is just a small misunderstanding"

Chino: "You haven't answered my question yet, whose fault is this?"

Wen Sen hadn't spoken yet, when a coquettish voice suddenly came from behind: "Fighting again? There's really something wrong! How many times have I told you, don't fight in my bar! Get out and eat Jinkela! Climb!!!"

Vincent was kicked in the butt suddenly. After standing still, he looked back, shrunk his head and said with a smile: "The former boss."

Past shook his head and walked over: "Nuobao asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

Vincent muttered, "I'm not afraid."

Now Kino felt inexplicable: "What are you afraid of? I just asked whose fault it was, and didn't do anything. What? In your eyes, I'm the kind of pervert who would kill people for saying the wrong thing?"

do not you?Wen Sen resisted not saying this, and smiled apologetically, "My fault, my fault."

Chino: "Then you apologize to Bai."

Wen Sen coughed lightly, and bowed to Bai: "I'm sorry, Bai, it was all my fault just now."

Chino looked at Bai: "Do you accept his apology?"

Bai looked sideways at the bar seat, which was stained with the saliva that Vincent just spat, extremely rude.

White shook his head.

"Ah oh~" Kino smiled, folded his five fingers together, and attacked Vincent's throat like a poisonous snake.

"Crack!" Vincent's throat was directly shattered, and he fell to the ground struggling and thumping. Dense blood spots appeared in his eyeballs, and he was soon suffocated and silent.

The audience was dead silent, everyone buried their heads in their drinks, not daring to look over here.

Vincent's companions didn't dare to speak out either. These mercenaries were all war dogs fighting for money. They didn't have much friendship with each other. Drinking together usually was just to relieve boredom, so they wouldn't come out at this time.

"Nuobao, you're starting again, I'm really convinced of you!" Paste pointed at Vincent's corpse helplessly, "Come on, hurry up and drag the corpse away. All the organs that should be removed from the body are removed and drained." Store nitrogen well, don’t waste it. Especially the kidneys! The iPhone 20 will be released next month, and you can replace two.”

After Vincent's body was dragged away, Chino looked at the people in the bar and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's enjoyment of drinking. Please allow me to pay for all the drinks tonight."

After dealing with the matter here, Chino, in the past, the three of them left the bar and changed to another place to eat.

Walking into the restaurant, both Chino and Bai ordered a red velvet cake with sweetened milk, and in the past they ordered a special version of baked rice with motor oil.

While eating, Kino glanced sideways, and couldn't help muttering: "Did the recipe in the processing warehouse be changed later? How did it develop so well?"

In the past, he picked up the rice and said: "If you are rich, every meal has enough protein, and there are fruits such as papaya after the meal. If you ate so well back then, you would have been 1 meters tall."

Bai licked the cream from the corners of his lips, picked up his mobile phone and typed a line to Kino: "If you ask, I will have an operation to cut them off. They will occasionally hinder movement during missions."

"Then it won't be cut off, that's all." Kino smiled helplessly, and asked the past, "How did you set up your background and circumstances?"

Paste took out his mobile phone, opened a document and handed it over: "Here, let's see."

Qino took the phone and murmured: "Mu Xiaobai, a female high school student, a member of the youth training team of the shooting team, has an introverted personality, congenital aphasia, and can't speak. It's not a big problem to die in a car accident. ,So be it."

Past lazily said: "If you want me to say, you really picked up a treasure from the street. Bai's talent is excellent. Not only is he proficient in all subjects, but she also broke several records you left behind, including order completion rate. , Start counting with more than 99.99%, you are 100%, she is [-]%."

She then showed a mysterious smile: "Besides, Bai is really similar to you back then - he likes to eat desserts, is proficient in fast and slow processing, often reads books and listens to music, and has high artistic taste. Only he can't laugh."

Kino looked at Bai with some doubts: "Why can't you laugh?"

Bai picked up the phone and typed a line: "Why are you laughing?"

This really caught Kino's question, and he didn't know how to answer it.

She explained in the past: ""Emotional Deprivation and Expression Control Training", the only subject where you scored 0, she got a perfect score."

"Oh." Chino didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's okay, I failed my subjects more than a dozen times, and Bai helped me make up for it."

Past: "By the way, how many days are you staying here this time?"

Chino: "4 days."

In the past: "Every time you come back, the time you stay is different, longer or shorter. This is very similar to a certain consumption mechanism-exchanging return time by consuming a specific medium. What is this medium? What is the way to get it?"

Chino was silent.

In the past, he sighed and said: "You can't ask about this, and you can't ask about that. The existence of making these rules is really stingy! Once you leave, I don't know how many years will be the next time you come back."

Only then did Kino speak: "Well, but it doesn't make any difference to you, you are a bionic person and you won't age."

"That's true." Pastor asked casually, "What are you going to do these days?"

Kino looked at Bai and said deeply: "Travel, leave her some memories of this world."

(End of this chapter)