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Jiang Fan glanced at Kafka's long legs calmly. The boots and stockings were the same as before, and there were no foreign objects in the leg rings. He was not trying to take advantage of Kafka, but to prevent the woman from casually pulling out the boots. Here comes a Nepali Army Knife.
"A star core hunter broke into a private house. This crime will force him to be imprisoned in a ghost prison for a few days and soaked in a pig cage." Jiang Fan reluctantly withdrew his gaze, picked up the special love coffee on the table and took a sip, and said quietly.
If it had been a few weeks ago, he would have let Kafka know what a Sigma man is. It would be easy to kick her out of the mansion. If it was more serious, he would have beaten her up and sent her to the company, easily becoming a billionaire. , so that this woman would know the consequences of breaking into a private house.
But now he didn't dare to act rashly, no matter it was Kafka's incomprehensible words when he first met her, or her familiar appearance since the fairy boat.
He had reason to suspect that Kafka and he actually had a painfully unforgettable past. Maybe she loved her but couldn't, or maybe she hated her because of her love. In short, all kinds of relationships in bloody dramas were possible.
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight." Kafka smiled, "I wonder how you feel about the little surprise we gave you?"
"Little surprise?" Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, "Are you referring to the photo or Sambo?"
Kafka shook his head and sat down not far from Jiang Fan without paying any attention to Jiang Fan's surprised gaze. He picked up the special cup of coffee and took a sip, expressionless.
As expected of a professionally trained star core hunter, being able to drink this special cup of coffee with an expressionless expression is considered a hero. Jiang Fan gave him high praise.
"What's going on with Miss Fox? Some people are really worried, so I can only come here to run an errand." Kafka said softly.
"It's pretty good. I can eat and sleep, and I'm full of energy." Jiang Fan said casually.
Unless he was crazy, he would have believed that Kafka came over to sit here and drink coffee with him because someone was worried about Bai Heng.
If Kafka really wanted to see Bai Heng's situation, she could have found a hundred ways instead of breaking in here alone in the night.
"The Blade said she would be fine here."
"Ying Xing, he is actually willing to send Bai Heng back." Jiang Fan was a little surprised.
"Well, as long as you've seen the flowers bloom, why bother about who the flowers belong to."
Kafka leaned forward slightly and did something that made Jiang Fan doubt his life.
She took out a lipstick from somewhere, unscrewed the cap of the lipstick, leaned forward and scribbled something on his neck. The faint floral fragrance and warmth enveloped him.
"You can't win if you're immersed in a woman's world."
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The next chapter of the simulation will most likely not involve emotional drama, it will mainly open up a big chapter and setting.
Chapter 158 The moonlight is so beautiful
"At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Xing and March 7 will take those two people on the airship back to Beloberg. If you also want to return to Beloberg to see Xi'er, arrive at Xinghai Pier before ten o'clock. , the spaceship will start the interstellar jump at ten o'clock exactly, if you miss it, the ancestor also has the interstellar navigation function."
The bedroom door was open, and a cool breeze came in through the cracks in the door, causing the candles on the table to flicker and extinguish. Jiang Fan lay on the empty bed, reading the text message Heita sent him word by word.
It turns out that even Heita, who was so proud, confident and even pretended not to care in the past, would be so careful as to replace the names of Cocolia and Shiluwa with "two people". She also cared about the fact that Coco was by his side on the train. Leah and Shiluva instead of her.
She also thought about moving from the space station to the train, but the train did not have the complete equipment of the space station, and it was unable to make staged progress in the simulated universe.
So even though she cared deeply, she could only stay in the space station and tinker with the simulated universe in her hands. Maybe there were photos and dolls of them next to the machine.
But Jiang Fan has nothing to complain about. If Heita can really give up the simulated universe and come to the train regardless, then she will no longer be Heita.
It is this kind of Black Tower that can be called Black Tower, rather than the romantic brain scientist who is led by his nose. Although saying this is a bit derogatory to himself, that's what it means.
What I like is you as you are. You don’t need to make any tangled changes for me. The meaning of two people meeting is to illuminate each other and become each other’s spiritual sustenance. Just like fragmented islands will eventually find the sea, they are independent and mutual. What you rely on is love, so this is fine. This is the Black Tower of Strange Women.
At this time, it had been about two hours since Kafka left the mansion. The X symbol on her neck that she had smeared with lipstick was washed clean with water. However, upon closer inspection, there were still faint traces. Not conspicuous.
But the vague fragrance seems to linger on the tip of the nose, especially those inexplicable words.
If he indulges in the world of women, there is no way he can win?
victory? What does he need to win?
Is he the champion of the cosmic chess competition or the rag-picking competition?
If it were a rag-picking contest, he would definitely hand over the trophy and championship title to Xing, and he might even say sincerely, "I am not as good as you."
But if it's a cosmic chess competition, relying on his unpredictable and shocking chess skills, victory is inevitable. Even a woman can't cover up his superb chess skills.
It would be okay if someone else said this, and he would probably not take it to heart, but the person who said this was Kafka. Kafka, the star core hunter, couldn't have nothing to do and break into private houses just for the sake of Tell a joke in his ear.
Although it is not difficult to guess that Kafka would have done such a thing based on his character, sometimes I would rather believe it than believe it.
In fact, he felt that the Star Core Hunters were a bit of a literary youth and the Riddler, and what they said was always unpredictable.
Obviously sometimes it's just a simple and clear sentence like "Hi, hello, I want your brain", but you have to go around in dozens of circles. It seems that if you don't make the problem more complicated, you will lose them. Same style.
As long as the star core hunter can walk on the straight lawn diligently like a zombie, he doesn't have to think about Kafka's words for two hours.
Jiang Fan turned over on the bed, took out a corner of the photo from the album next to his pillow and looked at it carefully.
The woman with long cyan hair wearing a mask in the photo is not Yu Kong, but Natasha in Belloberg.
She still looks gentle and charming in the photo, and the photographer is definitely good at taking photos secretly. But the reason why Xinghe returned to Belloberg on March 7th was not because he missed Hook's group of devils, nor did he miss Belloberg. garbage can.
There is a furry tail in the corner of the photo. If you look carefully, you can also find the broken jade pendant on the table, as well as the half-length exposed clothes. The strong fairy boat style style is completely different from the black silk skirt popular in Belloberg.
With just one glance, he knew that the person lying on the bed of Belloberg Medical College was an out-and-out Xianzhou Fox tribe.
At first, the appearance of this photo almost made him doubt his life. After all, Belloberg and Xianzhou Luofu are separated by more than one galaxy. Even though Belloberg has made huge leaps in technology with the help of the company and the space station, it is absolutely It's not enough to support Belloberg from making a galaxy jump just for a photo.
Compared with the financial resources consumed by the interstellar jump, it is better to spend a few credit points of interstellar traffic to send photos. Why waste money and effort to develop the photos and send them here specially.
At first, Jiang Fan thought that this photo was the work of a star core hunter, but when he saw a cloud rider through the video, humming a popular song, twisting his familiar hips and standing in front of Taibosi's door, The feeling of blockage disappeared instantly.
He even felt enlightened, especially when he blurted out Sambo's name, Su Shang's soft voice of surprise and the specific content of the exchange with Sambo that Su Shang said, he almost concluded that this Sambo was definitely Beloberg. That purple-haired slut Sambo Corgi.
And not just him, even Xinghe March 7 after watching the video, they all agreed that this Yunqi was Sambo.
Xing was even startled and muttered to March 7 next to him that Sangbo's business scope was quite large and even extended to Xianzhou.
But Jiang Fan understood that they not only underestimated Sangbo's business scope, but also underestimated Sangbo's identity.
Let's not talk about how the fox tribe of Xianzhou went to Beloberg. Just the fact that Sang Bo came to Xianzhou Luofu from Beloberg is already shocking.
You, a hawker who resells goods, can go from Beloberg to Luofu, but you still say that you don't know martial arts?
Jiang Fan turned over and put the photo on the bedside table, looking out the window in a daze.
Next to the small square pavilion outside the window is a recliner that is slightly swayed by the wind. The wood of the recliner is high-quality mahogany. Unfortunately, the craftsman's skills are obviously not high. The bottom is full of slight edges and uneven boards. Even the screws on it The screws are all offset.
It was a purely handmade mahogany recliner. He had witnessed the entire process of Kageryu making it. To be honest, it was simply violent. Under the shadow of swords, the mold of the recliner was basically made. Sawdust flew everywhere, and a clanking sound was heard. day and night.
At this time, the phone buzzed and vibrated, and the slightly bright screen dispelled some darkness in the room.
"Come."
An unexpectedly concise message. Jiang Fan knew who this short and concise message was from without even looking at the sender's notes.
"I am destined to have no sleep tonight...the moonlight is so beautiful."
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Who is showing Fu Xuan? My talisman was stolen by one of you?
Give me power and flowers for love, and forgive your shameless behavior of stealing talisman.
Chapter 159 She likes you anyway, she is willing to do whatever you want
"The clothes are good. Is it Belloberg's standard outfit?" Jingliu sat on the chair and stared at Jiang Fan who walked in through the door and was stunned for a few seconds.
Jiang Fan glanced at Bai Heng, who was sitting by the bed and holding a storybook. He raised his head to look at him. He silently tied the trousers that were about to be taken off again, turned around and gently closed the open door. , walked to the chair opposite Jingliu and sat down silently.
Miscalculated, simply miscalculated.
Before he came to Jingliu's room, he took off his cumbersome robe and put on a simple and easy-to-take off solid-color vest and large pants, showing off his tail outside.
I also specially sprayed some perfume and combed my hair in front of the mirror. It can be said that I am bold and high-spirited, with an indomitable momentum.
But he was the only one who forgot about the unknown factor of Bai Heng. Yes, Bai Heng's current IQ is no different from that of a teenager.
It would be extremely difficult to let her sleep alone in the guest room, and there was no need to think about sending her to Xing or March 7's room.
I guess Xing, that female loser, could trick the current Bai Heng into feeling the hair off his tail, and March Qi has a serious habit of kicking off the quilt. He knew this when he was laying the floor at Shiluwa's house, so he almost took her Kicked to the outside of the Perpetual Machinery House.
So besides being squeezed into a room with Jingliu, where else could she go?
Is it possible that Bai Heng can still be sent to his room, like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
Although Jingliu knew that the tiger didn't have the thought and courage, he couldn't stop the sheep from taking the initiative, so he had to boil water and jump into the pot with onions, ginger and garlic.
Jiang Fan forced a smile and calmly picked up the water glass and moistened his lips: "Yeah, you know, I like winter swimming the most. There is snow all year round in Belloberg, so this is my regular clothes. I still don't like the heat. Woolen cloth."
Jingliu ignored Jiang Fan's nonsense and looked through the glass into the completely dark night: "I'm going back to Belloberg tomorrow."
"I don't know, Xinghe March 7th and the others are going. On a rare Sunday, I still want to sleep until I wake up naturally. As soon as I open my eyes, there is a maid carrying freshly cooked meals for me to choose from. I even have to put on my shoes. Someone is waiting for you." Jiang Fan grabbed the melon seeds on the plate and started eating them at an alarming speed.
"I heard that the unknown guest said that you have a daughter in Belloberg?"
"That's right, but it's not my biological child. It happened on a snowy and windy night in a dark mine. I think that child will definitely have a future when he grows up, just like me."
Jingliu felt a hint of joy in her heart, but the next second she felt a little sad for no reason. During the meal, she intentionally or unintentionally raised the topic. Although the two unknown guests communicated with each other in lowered voices, she could not hear the whispers. Clearly.
One is a mutual love but was defeated by the so-called tsundere, and the other is a short love dash of several years and a relationship blocked by 'blood ties'.
It was a miserable emotional experience. Her side was like endless fireworks, and the other side was like two kicks on the grass. She had the upper hand.
But she, who had the upper hand, did not catch up with the good times. In the past few hundred years, the Vidyadhara clan could not reproduce life. They finally looked for the stars and the moon, but others disappeared. In his words, they died and were reincarnated. .
"Have you ever thought about what to do about Bai Heng?" Jingliu changed the subject.
Jiang Fan stopped eating melon seeds and hesitated for a long time: "What can we do? Should we send her back to the fox tribe to be a grandma-level child? Let's not talk about whether Bai Heng has any direct relatives, even if she is resurrected from the dead We can't explain the things that happened. If the story of resurrection from the dead spreads, then the fairy boat will face more than just abundance."
"Perhaps we can also send her to Hui Xing. Hasn't he become a star core hunter now? And the swordsmanship you taught him, following that mysterious woman in Kafka can definitely ensure Bai Heng's safety. It just so happens that the Star Core Hunter's business is to travel all over the universe, and it can also realize Bai Heng's dream of adventure. Kill two birds with one stone, Ying Xing will probably be able to hold her in the palm of his hand." Jiang Fan kept chattering.
"I'm very familiar with your swordsmanship. I can tell just from the way he holds the sword. Although he is not strong now, he has been planted with the seeds of the flower of the other side by Fertility, and it is more than enough to protect Bai Heng. Anyway, Ying Xing likes her. , Bai Heng is willing to do whatever he wants. Even if Bai Heng reaches out for the moon in the sky, that half-baked craftsman can still build a moon cart to pull the moon over, right? Why not send a signal to the star core hunters now? They will definitely still do it now. Didn't leave Luofu." After saying that, Jiang Fan stood up and walked out of the house.
"But he can't figure out what she looks like anymore." Jingliu looked back at Bai Heng, who was holding a book and reading in fascination, and said slowly, "Watching the person you love like someone else is definitely a torturous thing. , the sequelae of frequent outbreaks of the demonic body, even the woman who is good at using words and spirits cannot cure it. Whether it is memory or emotion, there will eventually be a day when it disappears. The clarity now is just the youth before the flowers fall. "
"So? Do we want to capture Ying Xing and brainwash him? Or I can contact Fu Li. We are all star gods. We can't see each other when we look up. It will be easy for Liu Guang Yi Ting and the guys to return the memory to Ying Xing." Jiang Fan touched his chin and thought.
"So why don't you let Liu Guang Yi Ting return the memory to Bai Heng?" Jing Liu stared at Jiang Fan's eyes, "Or are you afraid, or you find it troublesome, or you don't know how to deal with the relationship with Bai Heng .”
"As you said, Bai Heng likes you anyway. She is willing to do whatever you want. Even if it comes to an end, she should replace the end of her heart with a grand rain instead of escaping if she finds it troublesome." Jingliu said softly. He said, turning to look at Bai Heng, "She deserves a rain, a rain just for her...even if it's the last rain."
Jiang Fan should have stopped to argue with Jingliu, but he opened the door to the room, stood under the eaves with lights, and looked into the dark night sky.
He didn't want to take on such a heavy topic at all. He was actually a person who was afraid of trouble, an indecisive person, and a deceitful person.
Jingliu continued to drink tea and read through the files, while Bai Heng still held the book "The Distance Between Me and the Sky" and read it attentively. At this time, Jiang Fan felt that the night wind was so cold that it chilled his bones, as if he was about to fall apart. Same.
"I have touched the sky, and the distance between the sky and me is minus one. One day you will touch the sky and feel the distance between the sky and you. At that time, you will be a qualified pilot, but the war will eventually come. The end is like a slowly withering flower, so what you have to do is to touch the sky with your original intention, instead of thinking about how many fertile creatures you are going to suddenly die while flying."
"Then how can you become the best pilot?" Someone raised his hand.