Chapter 170: Dark Chess
At the end of the consultation time, Dr. House sent Qingyi to the door and said worriedly: "After you go back, try to see as much scenery as possible, and don't be exposed to too many exciting movies and television dramas or music." It's the same in the game, relax yourself. β
Qingyi nodded: "I'll try my best." "It's hard not to see exciting scenes in the Necronomia Paradise.
Li Mo put away the old game machine and left side by side with Qingyi. He asked, "Looks like you're not doing well?" β
"It's okay." Qingyi pulled his scarf tightly and said in a muffled voice.
"Do you want to go shopping?"
"Look around your system, I'm not a woman. Let's go, I'm going to Moxianglou to learn egg fried rice. β
"Are you still learning?" Li Mo patted Qingyi on the shoulder sympathetically: "Admit it, you have no talent in cooking!" What's the name of an idiom? That's right, 'shameless'! You are shameless now, knowing that you can't cook, but you still insist on learning to cook! β
"I am 'shameful and courageous', and then 'indomitable', 'facing difficulties', understand? And cooking is not a difficult task. Qingyi was ashamed: "Didn't Martin Yan (Zhen Wenda) say, 'YanCanCook, YouCanCook (Zhen can cook, you can also cook)'." β
"What? You still go to watch that kind of cooking instruction show? This is really, really ......" Li Mo half-opened his mouth, and he couldn't come up with an idiom for a long time, so he had to push his hands and said: "Forget it, what's the point of learning to cook, it's better to go to my place today to learn to cultivate qi, and at most let you go to school again at dinner." By the way, why don't you learn something a little more advanced? For example, the Buddha jumped over the wall, the Manchu and Han full banquets or something, just saying the name of the dish has enough weight. β
"Because I think that my qualifications are only enough for me to learn egg fried rice, and whether I can cook more advanced dishes remains to be studied."
"I've convinced you......" Li Mo sighed. After a while, he suddenly said, "Oh, yes, will you go back to China for the New Year?" β
"No, I don't go back. How? β
"The Chinese Chamber of Commerce took the lead in setting up a Chinese New Year's Eve banquet in Moxiang Building, once a year. Since you don't have anything else to do, come over too. β
"Are all the old men gathered there?" Qingyi immediately conjured up this scene in his mind: a group of old grandfathers in suits and leather shoes gathered around a microphone and sang "My Chinese Heart" impassionedly.
"Of course, there are the older generation, but there are also some bananas. In short, you don't have to be afraid, I'll cover you, you should be in your own home! Li Mo patted his chest and spoke loudly. He saw Qingyi's hesitation, so he shouted: "Don't grind, ordinary Chinese immigrants can't sit at the table!" You should give me a face, go and eat and drink, and it's over. β
Qingyi smiled: "Your face is really big, it's an honor for Xiaosheng." β
"Is that decided? Do you want to send a car to pick you up then? β
"I'll just come by myself."
"Hehe, that's right, you should get together happily during the New Year, even if you stay at home, you have to follow the tradition!"
The two chatted all the way, returned to the Hongyi Martial Arts Hall, and went straight to the second floor.
Li Mo changed into a practice uniform, which was still the black one. The clothes were a little thin, and there was no heating in the practice room, the wind was blowing in through the cracks in the window, and the temperature was about the same as outside, but Li Mo was full of energy and red light.
"You're in good health." Qingyi sat down and said with envy. He felt the cold coming from his spine just by sitting, and with his physique, as long as he sat for a long time, his hands and feet would be cold.
"I'm used to practicing martial arts, and it's hard to think about my body." Li Mo sat on the futon, cross-legged: "Let's start." β
"What, is there any way to nourish qi other than meditation?" Qingyi hurriedly asked. He was already prone to "go mad", and met the White Bone Tyrant in the depths of his consciousness, and after in-depth analysis of the psychological shadow, this probability rose even more sharply. He's already vomited once in the clinic and doesn't want to make another brilliant appearance here.
"That's right."
Li Mo thought for a while and said, "Human health is divided into two parts, one is physical health, and the other is mental health. The former is basically fine as long as you pay attention to your diet, work and rest, and exercise, while the latter does not necessarily have to meditate...... Do you have a particular favorite thing to do? β
Qingyi shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be." β
"You should take up a hobby. With hobbies, people can be liberated from the pressure of work and life, and cultivate sentiments. When you have free time, you can enjoy fishing, yo-yo dogs, how much do you enjoy? β
Qingyi shook his head: "Forget it, hobbies are a waste of time and money." β
"I knew you would say that. Health can't be bought with any amount of money, even if you exchange all your time for money, can you have a sense of happiness? β
Happiness? Qingyi's eyes were cold, and then he laughed. The Zhang family had no sense of happiness in the first place.
"Qiankun, yes, your hobby is "Qiankun". Playing games more often in your free time is good for your body. β
"However, playing that game, I can't relax more and more." Qingyi was helpless. Now no more than before the "doomsday confrontation", the game has become a responsibility for him. Others play games and have fun, but he has to worry about all kinds of things all day long, and he is thankful that he has a short life for a few years. The few major blows he suffers in the game, each of which is enough to debilitate someone else.
"Then you find a girl to fall in love, this can be regarded as relaxing! You're in your twenties, and you haven't had any experience in falling in love yet, so it's no wonder you have a perverted mentality. As I remember, your Jewish neighbor who served as a waiter was a very nice complement to you. β
"That's just regular friends, and I already have a fiancΓ©e."
Li Mo's eyes widened: "FiancΓ©e? Do you say it again? β
"It seems to be a baby kiss ordered by my father. It's nothing, just push it off. β
"Why haven't I heard you mention it?" Li Mo's curiosity came up. "Is the other party worth much? Pretty or not pretty? β
"That's a messy thing, I won't talk nonsense everywhere." Qingyi reacted and scolded: "Damn, the topic has been taken around by you, now the point is not whether I have a marriage contract or not, but that I don't want to fall in love at all!" β
Li Mo immediately echoed: "Also, a person like you is just a small otaku on the surface, but in fact he is a big pervert, which woman is willing to marry you?" Well, 'well-dressed beasts', 'Sven scum', I'm not wrong this time! β
Qingyi immediately-for-tat: "Hehe, it's better than a mustard control." Kissing with you makes you smell of mustard, and you are also destined to have no woman. β
"At least I'm a good person, and good people are very sought-after these days!"
"I beg to beg from that. When I hear that girls reject courtship, the most common phrase is 'You're a good person, but we're not suitable'. You're going to be rejected! β
"Well, I'm actually a bad person."
"You're changing your attitude too quickly, aren't you?"
Talking and laughing, Qingyi felt better. Perhaps, chatting with others is also a way to nourish qi.
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Evening.
Back at home, Qingyi was still carrying a large bag of egg fried rice in his hand. This time, the chef said that he was "very progressive" and praised him for finally seeing the presence of rice and eggs in his egg fried rice. However, the chef still gave a little advice, that is, don't do it yourself, the most sensible way is to ask a nanny to go home.
"Why is everyone confident that I can win the Bald Eagle, but not my egg fried rice?" Qingyi grunted and took off his shoes. He began to wonder if he had made the right decision. If you make egg fried rice for Mrs. Green, Mrs. Green won't hate him, right? "Forget it, don't care, or I'll help her buy life insurance first, which will be safe."
Sitting in front of the computer, Qingyi waited for the game to start, and his eyes fell on the Franji figure. The Red Devil Hound sat majestically, his terrifying mouth slightly closed, and his teeth flashed faintly.
Dog......
Childhood β
At the open-air banquet, walk around by yourself -
The dog suddenly went berserk and pounced on himself at a lossβ
I cried and criedβ
Qingyi began to have some difficulty breathing. He tried, but his lungs couldn't extract air. He couldn't take his eyes off the figurines. He felt like he had lost control of his body. His consciousness was like that of a prisoner, trapped in his body, unable to move or call for help, and could only slide step by step into the abyss.
Frankie came to life, opening his bloody jaws to devour himself completely.
Qingyi slapped the figure to the ground, feeling the pressure on his body disappear, so that he could breathe heavily. His hand hurt, but he was relieved. As soon as the game loaded, he put on his helmet and ignored the figures on the floor. He was afraid that the moment he saw the figure, he would fall into the magic barrier again.
Online.
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Via Cord.
The bald eagle yawned and sat down in his seat. And the elves were in front of him, busily arranging an oval shelf. Soon, the elven man in charge nodded and said, "It's okay." β
White light flashed twice in the shelf, and an oval light curtain appeared, on which appeared the dull face of the treasure bag: "Hello, Bald Eagle." β
"Why don't you let me start a war in advance? I've negotiated with the clouds and the rain to pass away, and I can give the blood elves a hard blow in mid-February. The bald eagle took off his sunglasses and spoke in a bad tone.
In the face of the war tycoon, Baibaobao remained calm: "I promised Bigbowo to stabilize the price of armaments. Once you start the war early, we won't be able to achieve the desired results. β
"I thought Bigbower had hired that 'Huaxia' Demon Sealer."
"You guessed it right, the Demon Sealer is also one of the chess pieces, and smart people naturally have to prepare for both."
Bald Eagle groaned for a while, although this remote video communication tool burned a hundred gold coins per second, he didn't have a pity, and he felt distressed when he saw the elves on the side. Then Bald Eagle said, "You know how much I want to kill June Sunshine." β
"I know. At the same time, I know that I can owe you a favor. "The treasure bag is serious." I just need ...... Two months. β
"Well, I didn't send troops until the end of March. At the same time, I want you to do one thing. β
"What's the matter?"
"Help me deliver a shipment, and then ban all Bigbower's ships from going to sea." Bald Eagle yawned: "This is a dark chess piece against the June Sun." β