If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 207

This Weibo is not too long, it only has a photo and a long list of nympho-like love icons, and the replies below each have their own merits.

Some people are infatuated with sex, some people angrily criticize the beauty, and some people argue about p-pictures...

Liu Qi originally planned to see if anyone had dug up the address, but when he saw someone posting a P picture, he noticed a detail that he had overlooked——

The quilt under this handsome uncle is covered with a stone pier!

Although this was taken by the P-picture Party as evidence of a P-picture, Liu Qi knew very well that it might be the props that the boss brought here to press the quilt.

After all, a boss who can make himself squat for an hour with a flick of his hand, is it any wonder that he can move a stone pier?

Quickly opened the following thread, Liu Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, because he saw an address——

[Isn't this the overpass next to the Xiagouwan pier?I remember there was a square next to it, every day a group of grandpas and aunts danced in the square, it was so noisy...]

Liu Qi immediately took out his mobile phone to open the navigation, entered Xiagouwan, and continued to browse Weibo. Sure enough, he saw a group of check-in parties, and many people took photos.

Liu Qi hid among the onlookers, looked at the boss as if he couldn't see the onlookers at all, and was in a daze to himself, as if the two dice in his hand were everything in this world.

Liu Qi's "cpu" was running fast, and he felt that he didn't pay so much attention to arranging the plot when he usually wrote novels. Every plan was listed and denied, and there was no plot in the novel, but he felt that this was not right now. Reasonable, that's not reasonable, for a while, he seemed to have found out the reason why he rushed to the street.

Although I don't plan to jump out immediately to ask for a teacher, but at least I have to confirm whether it is really there.

"Travel?" The reporter didn't expect to hear such a word from the other party, but Feng Xue took it for granted and said:

The well-dressed reporter relied on his rich experience to find a photogenic angle, and after getting the photographer's gesture, he asked:
"Sir, I am a reporter from Shangshu Daily, may I ask what difficulties you have encountered?"

"Could this be the undivided attention in the legend?" Liu Qi couldn't help but think of the concept of "state of mind" mentioned in many martial arts novels, and couldn't help becoming more excited. Immediately, he saw a beautiful woman with a breastplate on her chest walking away. Going up, it seems that he intends to talk to the boss...

This process is boring and long, but at the same time it is also a good way to train the mind. Although there is no data panel, as he gradually enters the state of [Entering Tranquility], he can clearly recognize his concentration and concentration are growing.

It is not the neutral aesthetic that is popular today, and it has not undergone any modification or decoration. If it is a high-resolution digital camera, it can even capture the faint blemishes on Feng Xue's face, but these blemishes did not destroy his temperament. , on the contrary, it outlines the vicissitudes of life texture more three-dimensionally.

And after the self-media, professionals engaged in new media also rushed here like sharks smelling blood. Some tabloid editors left in a hurry after taking a few photos. The editorial lace newspaper, and the rest, obviously still have some willingness to communicate.

"Some people travel with a group, and they can count as 'coming' when they check in. Some people travel by car and play for a few days, and they can leave satisfied. But I prefer to measure the earth with my feet. It has nothing to do with whether I have money. It's just about my mood."

Although the pace of life in Shangshu is relatively slow, it is still time to go to work. The people gathered by the bridge quickly dispersed again, leaving only a handful of people still watching and taking pictures.

"Away from home, alone, visiting great rivers and mountains, life is full of vicissitudes, is it strange?"

However, the term “snapshot” does not seem to be so appropriate here. With the blessing of “unruly fashion”, Feng Xue’s state at this time can be said to be the ultimate in photogenicity. Shooting from any angle, whether it is from the back, from the side, from the front, Shooting from above, from above, or even just from the top of the sky, will give people a feeling of overflowing temperament.

It's no wonder that many people on the Internet say that this is a staged photoshoot. After all, even those professional photographers who have experienced many battles may not see such a photogenic model in a lifetime.

"It looks poor, doesn't it?" Feng Xue showed an indifferent smile, but under the camera, it seemed to have some kind of strange magic power——

"What should I do? Do you want to bring two bottles of wine to visit the teacher? But will this be regarded as a stir-up, causing the boss to be unhappy? Or wait until there is no one at night? No way! There are still many people in Shangshu at night. Yes, in the morning! Yes, you should go early in the morning! Experts are always 'wu'!"

Hearing the female reporter's words, Feng Xue slowly slowed down the concentration of consciousness, suspended the dyeing work, and then turned her head, as if she was just chatting normally:

As a person who knows the strength of the big bosses, Liu Qi doesn't empathize with them. At this time, the legendary "practice in the world" emerged in his heart.

Clicking on a few pictures, the uncle in the picture is leaning leisurely against the slightly large red killer whale pillow, with one foot on the stone pier, and playing with two crystal-like dice in his hand, not caring about the surroundings at all Crowd pointing.

As she spoke, Feng Xue slightly adjusted her posture, making herself look more like sitting than lying down.

Feng Xue leaned on the pillow, and didn't care about the pictures taken around her. At this moment, all his mind was put into the "dice" in his hand, and bit by bit, he dyed that bit of pure [knowledge] with his own color.

……

"I'm not in trouble, I'm not a beggar, I'm just traveling."

But now Liu Qi was not in the mood to think about his own attack on the street at all. After thinking for a while, he finally stood up and walked towards the Xiagou Bay pier with trembling legs.

"A homeless man is a homeless man, what are you pretending to do!" The reporter didn't feel embarrassed by this answer, and even thought it was very topical, but the onlookers didn't think so, and there were all kinds of discussions. There are also bad words.

……

"But you don't look like..."

Although he looks like a homeless man who is not afraid of boiling water, in Liu Qi's eyes at this moment, he is clearly a kind of extreme demeanor.

Going through the vicissitudes of the world and understanding the various states of the world, this is simply too martial arts, too masterful, this is much more handsome than bearing a blood feud, being hunted down by the enemy, and living on the streets incognito!
But immediately, Liu Qi noticed a problem——

Boss is traveling...

If he wanted to learn martial arts, wouldn't he only have the opportunity for a few days?

If he missed it, wouldn't he have no chance at all when the boss leaves Shangshu? !
　Everyone’s color cognition is different. Pink-green powder is not pink powder, but pink powder, which is the kind of tender that doesn’t match the mature temperament. It’s a bit like the feeling of tender green and white. The kind of shade that a little girl would wear.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)