My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 129 - 106 Incoming Calls, Past, Permission to Go Out

Not long after, the voice of Su Zimai ca from the other end of the phone.

"Hello... Brother?" she said.

Hearing Su Zimai’s voice, Gu Qiye was silent for a mont, his expression softened slightly: "Are you having fun over there in Hong Kong?"

"Happy."

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Do you need any clothes or anything?"

"My friend’s house has clothes. I wear hers; the size is about right."

"Yesterday, Wenyu told ..."

"What did he say?" Su Zimai’s voice suddenly beca alert.

"He told that you texted him sothing like, ’Actually, you’re an Exorcist’..." Gu Qiye paused, "and also said, you might have joined so cult, sounding a bit crazy."

Su Zimai was silent for a long ti, speaking word by word: "Let him answer the phone."

Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes and looked at his phone.

As expected, at that mont he received a WeChat ssage from Su Zimai.

[Su Zimai: Are you nuts?]

[Gu Wenyu: What’s the big deal? Weren’t you the one who started acting crazy first?]

[Su Zimai: Then let ask you, why did you tell Brother?]

[Gu Wenyu: During dinner, they asked about you, so I just ntioned it casually. The three of us were having a get-together, the mood was so great and harmonious, when you co back, you’ll probably be isolated by us.]

[Su Zimai: Who cares.]

Gu Qiye was silent for a mont and then said: "Wenyu is not fully awake yet. When he wakes up, I’ll have him call you."

"Is there anything else?" Su Zimai asked.

"Just what I said earlier."

"’Exorcist’ is just a character in a ga." Su Zimai frowned, "If you search online, aren’t there many gas about Demon Hunters slaying huge Boss demons, one shot 99999, exploding golden chests?"

She paused, "How can you all interpret this as a cult? Really, you’re old... can’t keep up with the tis."

Gu Qiye said: "If you get involved in anything dangerous, rember to tell your brother, and I’ll bring you ho imdiately."

Su Zimai seed to understand her brother’s concerns, so she said: "First, I wasn’t abducted by a pyramid sche; second, there’s no way I’d be fooled by a cult." She paused, "Are you satisfied now?"

Gu Qiye hunched his shoulders, seeming unsure of what to say.

He simply looked quietly at his phone screen, at his sister’s na for a while.

Then he curled his lips and said in a relaxed tone: "Alright, I still trust our Xiaomai’s intelligence."

"Can I hang up now?"

"After hanging up, can you first remove from your WeChat blacklist?" Gu Qiye laughed.

"We’ll talk about it when I get back."

With that, Su Zimai hung up the phone, leaving only the "dudu..." sound still echoing in Gu Qiye’s ear.

He leaned against the window sill, hugging his shoulders, his head bowed in silence for a long ti.

As if unable to bear seeing Blue Arc’s old man looking sad, Ji Minghuan sighed, quietly took the restraint belt off the wall, and stopped observing the situation over there.

He thought to himself: "Elder brother is still too gentle. If it were , I’d rush straight to Ke Qirui’s hotel and give her a set of Thunderbolt Lightning Tornado Fist to vent."

A mont later, Ji Minghuan used the restraint belt to put the toiletries back in the bathroom, then patted his backside, got up from the bed, walked out of the room, and knocked on the adjoining door.

Gu Qiye quickly opened the door, his face haggard from a sleepless night, but still wearing a smile.

"What’s up?" he asked.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to find so ti to go out?"

Gu Qiye thought for a second: "Uh... How about today, let’s just skip it? I’m not in the mood..." He hesitated for a bit and said softly, "I’m a little tired today."

"Then never mind."

Ji Minghuan turned to leave.

"Wait." Gu Qiye suddenly stopped him and changed his tune: "Then let’s take a bus to look at the nearby Ming..."

Ji Minghuan turned back to look at him, interrupting: "I already said forget it... just look at yourself."

Gu Qiye was taken aback.

After a mont of silence, Ji Minghuan continued: "Brother, get so rest... You look very tired."

With that, he went back to his room, closing the door behind him.

In the hallway, only Gu Qiye was left standing by the door, lost in thought.

For so reason, he felt that it had been a long, long ti since he felt any concern from his family.

The last ti was from his mother’s mouth.

"Get so rest, huh..." Gu Qiye murmured to himself, his thoughts jumbled for a mont.

In those years as a Mutant working out there, especially the first year, every day after school, carrying groceries ho from the supermarket, he would always see a drunken father collapsed in the living room or hallway.

Back then, he was only 14 years old, enduring his disgust for the sll of alcohol, expressionlessly dragging his father to bed to prevent his brother and sister from seeing this when they ca ho.

Then he’d close the door, lean against it to take a breather, throw down his backpack, and start cleaning up the dirty bottles in the living room, using disinfectant to remove the alcohol sll.

Only then would he start preparing dinner for his brother and sister.

At night, he’d change into his battle clothes, put on his helt, and head to the association to complete missions. After etings, it would be past midnight when he got ho. He’d take off his clothes, and treat his wounds in the bathroom with special treatnt from the association.

Then he would curl up in his room, with a bedside lamp on, leaning against the headboard to finish his howork stroke by stroke.

For a long ti, he would only sleep at three or four in the morning, waking up after just two hours.

Every ti Gu Wenyu and Su Zimai caused trouble at school, it was Gu Qiye who would stand in for the parents, taking the admonishnts at school.