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Sun Hai and Mr. Lei went to a claypot restaurant outside the hotel. The store was very small, even a bit inconspicuous, and the tables and chairs were not very clean, but there were quite a few customers.

Mr. Lei ordered clay pot rice with barbecued pork, and Sun Hai ordered clay pot rice with sausage, followed by a glass of orange juice each.

It was a very simple meal. Mr. Lei ate it very naturally, and Sun Hai at least seemed to eat it very naturally.

After finishing their meal, Mr. Lei and Sun Hai walked towards the hotel one after the other.

Sun Hai couldn't help it and sighed deliberately from behind. Mr. Lei didn't pretend not to hear, but stopped.

But when he stopped, Mr. Lei didn't speak. He didn't speak, and Sun Hai didn't know how to speak, because what he wanted to say, needless to say, Mr. Lei must also know, and this matter is also difficult. It can be solved through verbal communication, but I really don’t have the conditions and things to exchange with Mr. Lei.

Awkward,

It was indeed a bit embarrassing.

After a while, when Sun Hai didn't speak, Mr. Lei started walking towards the hotel again.

"Mr. Lei." Sun Hai said.

"What's up."

"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Go ahead."

After a brief exchange and a decisive separation, Mr. Lei continued to walk to the hotel, while Sun Hai turned into a canteen next door.

He bought a pack of cigarettes, took one out, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and took several deep puffs. As he puffed out the cigarette, Sun Hai felt that the depression in his heart had been relieved a lot. Of course, Sun Hai himself knew this. It's just an illusion of my own. What I dream of is already in front of me, but I can't get it. This feeling is the most tortured and maddening.

"hiss……"

At this time, a voice appeared from behind Sun Hai. Sun Hai turned around and saw a black man standing behind him. The man was wearing a wrinkled suit and looked very embarrassed. The black man here at least looked They are quite trendy, and most of them are the little A Fei costumes that were popular in the past.

It's just that the person in front of me looks like one of the more miserable ones. Of course, among the black people who illegally stay in Guangzhou, those who are doing well are indeed a minority among the minority.

"Mumbis, what's wrong with you?" Sun Hai obviously knew Mengbis, because Mengbis was the only Western audience invited by the forum. "I was still wondering why I didn't see it when I entered the door before. And you."

Menbis quickly walked up to Sun Hai, grabbed Sun Hai's collar with both hands, and the two of them quickly retreated into the alley on one side.

"Speak well if you have anything to say." Sun Hai allowed Menbis to lift him up against the wall. He did not resist because he had the confidence not to resist. With his current accumulation of strength, senior people can beat him. , and even those who are qualified to be his opponents are really rare.

"Damn it, did your forum invite me here specifically to fool me?" Menbis glared at Sun Hai with bared teeth;

He is very embarrassed now. Nonsense, how can he not be embarrassed? He stayed in the trash can for the whole second half of the night, and his whole body was frozen and left there. The physical damage can be ignored for now. The key is from the inner side. torture.

When he thought that he had overestimated his capabilities and spoke so loudly to a senior audience member that he wanted to save his pride and prejudice, Menbis was so frightened that a chill ran down his back, the kind of cold that penetrated deep into his bones.

Because among the audience, there are many people with bad tempers and weird tempers. Even if the advanced audience kills themselves, they will be punished by the increase in the difficulty of the tasks in the next story world. It’s not that others don’t dare to kill themselves, and the other party is just running at that time. When it comes to causing trouble, you should be the first to do it. If the other party attacks you, even if they use a killer, they will still be reasonable. As long as they are reasonable, the radio will not care!

"Mengbis, what happened to you?" Sun Hai frowned. He could tell that Mengbis seemed to have encountered an accident, which caused his current mental state to be very abnormal.

"Are you still embarrassed to ask me?" Menbis almost pointed his finger at Sun Hai's face, "What did you say when you invited me here? This is an event that only senior people can participate in, but damn, I actually I met a senior audience member here, don’t tell me it was just a coincidence, he just happened to live nearby!”

"Advanced audience?"

After hearing this, Sun Hai finally guessed what happened. Menbis met a high-level audience and was taught a lesson by others.

"Have you met Mr. Lei?" Sun Hai asked.

"Mr. Lei?" Menbis thought for a while, "A young man wearing black sportswear, very young."

"Then it's not Mr. Lei, but it's certain that there are no high-end listeners living nearby. You must be mistaken." Sun Hai said firmly.

"Fuck, did I make a mistake? That high-level audience member ran out late near this hotel. You said it had nothing to do with your forum, is that possible?" Menbis obviously didn't believe Sun Hai's explanation.

Seeing that Mengbisi was still entangled here, Sun Hai, who was not in a good mood, finally ran out of patience and let out a low drink in his throat. For a while, there was a dark wind and howling ghosts all around.

Mengbisi opened his mouth and subconsciously let go of his hands and took a few steps back. Just now, he suddenly felt so small in front of Sun Hai.

"you…………"

No matter how stupid Menbis is, he was able to realize Sun Hai's true strength just now.

"It's only a matter of time before I'm promoted to a senior audience." Sun Hai said while adjusting his collar. It can be seen from the tone of his previous speech in the WeChat group that although he has not yet become a senior audience, But he has actually put his mentality in the position of a high-level audience for a long time, and even ordinary senior people really look down upon him.

Menbis leaned against the wall on the other side and reached out to touch his forehead. His head was hairless and bald.

"Is that because I'm unlucky?" Menbis said angrily.

This is the reality, the reality of the audience. Before, Sun Hai allowed Mengbisi to grab his collar and press it against the wall to explain. Mengbis did not listen, but now when Sun Hai showed his true strength, Mengbis recognized I'm scared. This doesn't mean that black people are bad. In fact, no matter what race the audience is in the East or the West, they will behave like this in the face of absolute strength, except of course the mentally ill ones.

"Perhaps, a certain senior audience member really happened to appear nearby." Sun Hai could only think of this reason, "It's just that you are unlucky. I have a senior audience member here, but he Obviously not the young man in sportswear you mentioned."

"By the way, what did you just say?" Menbis had given up the idea of ​​asking Sun Hai for an explanation, and his thinking finally became clear. "You said the event has started? Didn't you mean this afternoon?"

"I don't know the specific details. It was the senior audience member who advanced the time. A few hours ago, all the senior people who participated in this event had already entered. Now the door is closed. Without the permission of the senior audience member, I can’t open that door either.”

"What? Then why did I come to China? Just to be repaired?" Menbis suddenly felt like crying without tears. The experience of this trip to China was really too bad.

"By the way, why can't we go in?" Menbis seemed to suddenly think of something, "You mean, the location of that node is already known?"

"Yes, I understand, but there is a formation outside the node, and it was a formation arranged by a senior audience member." Sun Hai said.

"Then..." Menbis took a deep breath, and then smiled, "It's not like I haven't tried to enter the formations arranged by the senior audience. This formation was arranged based on the audience's settings and requirements, and I felt confident that I could pass through it.

No, I definitely can’t come here in vain! "

Sun Hai's eyes also lit up, and he grabbed Menbis's shoulders with both hands, "Can you really go in? Can you bring someone with you?"

"Take you, there won't be much problem. Although you will bear some of the damage, those injuries are nothing to you." A string of blue flames immediately rose up on Menbis's back, and his The bloodline has the ability to travel through hell and the human world, and naturally has the ability to penetrate formations. "We just need to pray that the formation master is not so dedicated and actually arranges a formation that is more than enough to deal with high-level audiences, otherwise we will go in In the end, there is only a dead end."

"No, he won't." Sun Hai smiled, very sure.

………………

After finishing the meal, Mr. Lei returned to his room. He first boiled a pot of boiling water, then took his own tea cup and made a pot of tea.

The water was from the hotel faucet, and the tea was loose tea bought in the supermarket. It was neither good water nor good tea, but Mr. Lei didn't pay attention to this.

However, when he just picked up the cup and took two sips of tea, the pen pinned to his clothes began to tremble.

For those who set up the formation, it would be a bit much to say that it is a father-son relationship, but it is at least equivalent to one of their own eyes or ears. Most of the things that happen there can be sensed by the organizer, and, Lei Your current location is really very close to your formation.

They are all in the same hotel building, how far apart can they be?

However, Mr. Lei did not rush to stop him. He did not even try to lead his own formation to make a stronger counterattack against the intruder. He just silently put down the teacup in his hand.

Said something:

"I hate that I have to press the golden thread every year."

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PS: This sentence comes from "Poor Girl" by Qin Taoyu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The next sentence is: Make wedding clothes for others.

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