The plan could not keep up with the changes, and Xuan Ye was unable to chat with Yan Qiushan.
The playground was too dynamic, and the array disappeared too suddenly. Without paying any attention, a large group of reporters got bored and sward. During this ti, the “perfect person” was a social hotspot, and he could climb the headlines with a little bit of wind. The relationship between the special person and ordinary people is delicate. The field service of the Control Bureau is not as confident as the public security organs. To break into them, they did not dare to use too strong ans to stop them. It was too late to temporarily cast spells or call the police. For a ti, the flashing lights were like the dance hall of the last century, and the crowds were in place. The scene was chaotic.
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His Majesty was impatient with the ssy crowd, and the master drew an invisible spell on the car window and got out of the crack.
The two left the court calmly, but Yan Qiushan brought a group of rescue mbers who had not recovered from the trauma, and did not know where they had been rushed. Maybe they had to bite the bullet and tell the public a few monts later. Sentence, private conversation is too late. Xuan Ye had to ask Yan team's WeChat business card from Xiao Zheng, but his friend applied for it, just like Shi Shenhai, there was no response for a long ti.
In the evening, he glanced at the mobile phone and saw that the Yan team was still motionless. Then he took the mobile phone in his pocket and tasted the paella in the small saucepan.
This is the last dish tonight. The water in the seafood sauce has penetrated into the rice, and the rice grains are like dew drops that have been saturated with the morning mist. They are round and can not stick to each other. Xianxiang adds a bit salty, minus one point, Xuan Yuan pondered it, and felt that adding another taste would be awkward, so when the juice was collected, the fire was turned off, and the uncle served the uncle to the uncle .
"Go away, I don't know what the beef is like." Xuan Yuan clipped a chopstick and handed it to Sheng Lingyuan. "Try it."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Oh, it's overdone."
"That's just right."
Sheng Lingyuan used to rarely reveal his preferences in daily small things, not picky eaters, but there seed to be nothing to eat before the valley, that is, the sword spirit who had been with him since he was a child, and knew that he did n’t like to eat sweet and sweet things. ——If you do n’t love or not, you wo n’t be able to eat. He wo n’t have any reaction when you co to him. Anyway, no matter what you give, he is a matter of chopsticks.
Only recently, Xuan Yuan discovered that he prefers cold foods, and it is better to bring so blood. Like Western style steaks that are blood-splattered and cut three feet, many contemporary people are not used to eating, and have beco his dishes.
His Majesty was regarded by him as a test dish, and his opinions were rejected, but he was not unhappy at all: "Because of what annoyance, Yan Qiushan?"
"Well, I haven't returned yet."
"What about other people, do you care about so much? Get in front of you and say no more," Sheng Lingyuan lazily lifted his gaze from his mobile phone-this person is watching the stills and introduction of "Dark Attack". No shit, he glanced at Xuan Yuan, and suddenly he didn't know what he thought of, and said with a smile, "I don't know you are so old-fashioned."
Xuan Yuan especially recognizes the unpleasant elents in his words: "..."
"Just a breeze, what's blushing?" Sheng Lingyuan admired the red scars that he climbed along his neck to the auricle, took the chopsticks with dignity, and said stupidly, "What are you thinking of? Ah, sotis it ’s really not true-I just exaggerated, and did n’t say to touch. ”
OK, this ti I put my face on my ears.
"Have a good al," Xuan Yuan snatched his monster's mobile phone, "What a hooligan!"
Sheng Lingyuan took him as a pasti before dinner. He wanted to tease again, tasted a few dishes, and suddenly hesitated.
Today's dishes are not salty.
If they hadn't accommodated each other, they wouldn't have eaten one. Sheng Lingyuan has a higher tolerance for fish stew, but if there is more oil and salt sauce vinegar, he will have a bad appetite. Xuan Yuan, on the contrary, likes heavy oil and salt, sweet and spicy, and loves the spicy nine rolls Shabu-shabu and various Panbang-style dim sum snacks. Xuan Ye's cooking at ho is generally based on taking care of Sheng Lingyuan's taste. He cooks one or two dishes he likes, and one or two new dishes that he wants to taste. He will accompany him and eat so kebabs bought outside. The crayfish and the like took their mouths and placed them on his own side.
Sheng Lingyuan is a person who doesn't ignore details, and he knows it all. But every day Xuan Ye was enthusiastic about tinkering, he pretended not to know, and was glad to accept it. Eating is just a taste for them. Is there any disagreent? Xuan Yuan has been shopping around the country for thousands of years, and his appetite is almost satisfied. Compared to Sheng Lingyuan, he knew that he had not covered his mouth. Could cheer him up.
However, since the nursing ho moved ho, Xuan Ye's usual "reserved items" for fixed als have disappeared. Those ssy snacks have expired and he has been cleaned out. No one wants to buy new ones.
He seed to change his taste overnight and changed his tongue.
The taste will not change for a while. Xuanyuan is not a mortal. Presumably a few tons of trench oil can't make Suzaku into a pig, unless ...
Sheng Lingyuan trembled slightly in his heart: "His senses have changed."
I feel that for a period of ti after being suddenly sharpened, the excessive stimulus from the outside world will be very uncomfortable, even if it is used to before-Sheng Lingyuan three thousand years ago, all six senses are lost. At first, I woke up from this world. Nervousness, once blad by noise, has only recently adapted.
"It turned out that the legend was true," he thought, "the instruntal spirit is really ..."
"The device spirit is not the sa as the living being. How many tis do you want
to say it?" Zhichun couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, "It is recorded in the" Shenhuolun "that even if the refining process goes smoothly, living people can be successfully refined into devices The odds of spirits are also 'one in two'. Most of the instruntal spirits are muddled, less than 30% have self-consciousness. It is 'no one in ten' that can move freely like a human. And they are like People are always not humans. I was born as a sword spirit, so I do n’t feel that I ’m not used to it, but living people ca n’t stand the gap. Those who have been made into instrunt spirits will have a sharp decline in perception. At that ti you may I ca n’t hear my voice, I ca n’t sll it—I ca n’t even taste spicy with a handful of pepper. Even if it looks like a human, the sense of restraint that ca n’t be breathed by the body is always followed. you you……"
The old dolls of Zhichun's body are the aesthetics of the last century. They have their own earthy taste, and their body language is stiff. If you don't pay attention at night, you can be surprised. Zhichun was arguing with such a terrifying and scary body, and she even whispered slowly, saying a long and animated essay, but her tone was still gentle and deterrent.
So Yan Qiushan directly regarded the wind as his ears, and reached out to him with no expression: "Return the phone to ."
Coming out of the playground, Yan Qiushan also wanted to find Xuan Ye, but was dispelled, and it was difficult to settle the ssy scene. Yan Qiushan wanted to contact Director Xiao for contact information. The mobile phone was out of thin air. Disappeared.
One of the great privileges of tal special features is that you don't lose your mobile phone. The mobile phone has a tal case and is an item that you often co into contact with. Soone knows it with a touch. It can be seen that after all, Chun is a "birth" knife in Emperor Wudi's year. Even if the knife body is broken and he is in a doll, all kinds of lost ans are still erging. Yan Qiushan feels that his mobile phone is not far away from him. Not coming out.
"After the people of Gaoshan disappeared, the refining tools were also lost. The utensils lived longer than mortals, but they are not immortal. Until now, there are few irons left. Is it common for you to be an instruntal spirit, Akiyama? Human rights, human society protects you, you have an organization, colleagues, relatives and friends, and you beco an instruntal spirit, and you have nothing! Killing lives and paying for your life, have you ever heard of hitting a sword to pay for your life? May be hundreds in the future. For thousands of years, you are the only one of your kind, and you never thought that if one day, our relationship fades, who do you regret looking for? "
Yan Qiushan turned a deaf ear to his ears, and found a suction stone from his pocket. The suction stone stood on the tip of his finger in a posture that violated gravity, and his hand was like a security scanner. He pulled the Zhichun doll over and swept it. Search for your phone.
The Yan team is like a rock, facing the threats and enemies of the enemy, he can stand still, and his face will not change. This is a very precious quality in most cases, except when family conflicts occur.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages. For example, if you want a lover like Sheng Lingyuan who is scratching the apex of the heart every day, you must be ready to be taken by him at any ti. If you want a stable and reliable Yan team, you have to bear it. He does not listen to persuasion. This man who seems to be an eighth-class man with iron heads, when he has made up his mind, will not hang in his mouth to argue with people based on reason, and ignore any opinions-what you say and what I say, anyway, I am deaf.
Zhichun is not a type who will yell loudly, no matter how anxious, he speaks in a tone similar to the restaurant waiter's "Welco to co again
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