Chapter 123 Face Scrolling Keyboard

Bi Xiefeng was messy. He lowered his head and looked at the notebook silently, but Chengying did not respond. He only looked at me to confirm, "Is this really the name?"

"No." I knew I couldn't hide it from him, Orz. Er, the name he said was too lewd. I suspected that it was not his real name, so I asked the old man to write this first... How did you know that it was not called this name?

Chengying looked at me lightly: "Do you remember such a complicated name with your IQ?"

"..." can't.

"What's that guy's real name?"

I hesitated for a moment: "Little Black."

"..." Chengying didn't say anything and looked down at the screen.

At the right time, Bi Xie just read the report at a glance, frowned, and naturally looked at me.

"Have you finished reading?" I asked.

"I've finished reading it." He replied.

"Oh." I nodded, ignored him, and drank coke with the bottle in my arms.

Bi Xie exploded in an instant: "I rely on you to speak! Why did you ask me to come back? Do you drink coke?"

"Do props! You are a two-time vacancy! Do I still need to say this?" I couldn't help patting the table and despised Bi Xie: "I showed you the report and asked me what I was asked to do here!" What can you do! Touch your chest and say! Can you beat, kick, cut and kill? If you don't roll aside to study the props to deal with chaos, it's okay to give a "feasibility analysis of killing 'no object' and its friends"! If you don't write a report, it's embarrassing to ask me what I'm asking you to do when you come back! Do you want to pay for the takeaway? If you are as weak as a second defect, don't expect the DPS to explode when you brush the copy! Your prop system is the most MT! It's still the type of two to extraordinary ingenuity and unique people call the hypocrite king.

"This has nothing to do with appearance!" Bi Xie grasped the key point in one second and answered.

"It will matter soon." My answer is very calm.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a knock on the door. I sat still and kicked Bi Xie: "Open the door."

He looked at me and obviously didn't want to move. I pointed out that he opened the door with a dark face above his waist and above his legs, and then frowned impatiently at the KFC guy who was delivered for the second time: "What's the matter?"

The innocent courier was stunned for at least three seconds before lifting the courier pocket in his hand: "...Miss, is it the package you ordered?"

I immediately threw away the coke bottle in my hand and fell on **, covering my stomach and rolling. Bi Xie stared at me fiercely several times before taking the package from the home delivery man with a shady face and asked, "How much is it?"

"The delivery fee plus the package fee is 97 yuan..."

Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, Bi Xie casually took out two red tickets from his trousers and threw them into the other party's hand and closed them: "No need to look for them."

After saying that, he twisted his home delivery pocket and walked back to the bedside and stared at me fiercely, but he heard the sound of the home delivery guy knocking on the door persistently: "I'm sorry, miss, we don't take tips."

My stomach laughed and hurt. I grabbed the sheet and rolled painfully in **. After typing the report next to me, the old man who began to adjust the surveillance video also looked up at Bi Xie, and then turned his head: "... It's really like a woman."

Bi Xie's face could no longer be black. He went back to the door full of anger and opened the door. He looked at the little brother who urgently sent the change and pulled the invoice with a black face. After that, he was about to slam the door and heard the other party's calm addition: "Miss, you can scratch the invoice, and you may win the prize."

"Why are you still waiting to claim the prize?" Bi Xie's face turned extremely black and turned white. He looked at the persistent courier and smiled, rubbed the invoice on his hand with his hands together.

My eyes were sharp, and I saw a very light milky white spiritual power flashing on Bi Xie's hand, but that moment was extremely short. The old man who was reading the report and the monitoring video should not have seen it. Bi Xie immediately raised the corners of his lips, revealing a beautiful but also frightening smile, and scratched his left hand to the prize redemption area. "I won, one thousand."

The air around is frozen.

Chengying and the man who buried their heads in the work instantly raised their heads and looked at Bi Xie, and the little brother who rushed to the house also looked at Bi Xie with a shocked face.

I reacted the fastest. I immediately jumped down from ** and rushed to pick up Bi Xie's hand. Sure enough, I saw the bright 1000 in the prize redemption area. When the courier took it, his eyes were straight. He repeatedly confirmed whether the invoice was forged or wrong. After confirming it 20 or 30 times, he finally stared at Bi Xie with a meaningful smile: "...Miss...you have good luck..."

"Yes, that's what everyone says." Bi Xie smiled quite shamelessly and stretched forward with his right hand, "Do you want to claim the prize now?"

The courier called the supervisor with tears on his face for instructions. I stood at the door and looked at Bi Xie, who smiled warmly, bent his lips: "The hypocrites are good luck."

"Do you envy and hate?" Bi Xie smiled frankly.

I was not provoked. I pointed to his hand with a smile and said word, "Okay, hand, angry."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to ** and sat down, no longer care about what expression Bi Xie showed behind. After the phone call, he came to Chengying and began to analyze the enemy situation: "Xiaohei's situation was written in the report, and the other words that Xiaohei said to me were not written. He admitted to interfere with my aura. It was him that flowed, but it was very early to start. On the night we just finished the pen fairy, did you feel abnormal?

Chengying slowly shook his head: "There is no obvious feeling... No, it should be said that you are not aware of it at all. The second rate of your spiritual recovery is quite high. Even if the aura flow is interfered by the nine-tailed fox, as long as the spiritual power consumed is not large, it is difficult to detect it in a short time."

"Xiaohei also means that, and it proposed to sign a contract with me, I guess it's also for this reason." I sighed, thought about it, and slowly told Chengying the previous guess.

"That guy said that he was in charge of several listed companies, but I forgot to ask the name at that time, so I couldn't touch his base camp to arrest people, but his men have recently made a lot of troubles. Leaving aside the chaos of Xiao Chun's pen fairy before, other Taoist priests should also be aware of its existence. I haven't confirmed this with other Taoist priests, but there will be at least one or two. As long as we can unite to submit an application for encirclement and suppressing the Taoist headquarters or arouse other Taoist priests, no matter how high the little black spiritual power is, it will be submerged by the sea of Taoist soldiers.

So.

I stared: "The reason why that guy proposed to make a contract with me should be that he took a fancy to my spiritual power recovery second rate and wanted to last through the contract between me and him when he was chased."

Chengying slowly frowned: "...there is indeed such a possibility."

He raised my wrist and looked at it. His right hand gently pressed on the spiritual deed and lowered his eyelashes: "No wonder I've been feeling..."

"What?" I don't know whether the last few words were too low or didn't say them at all. Anyway, I only heard the first few words.

Chengying shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything. He just looked at Lingqi for a while before looking up at me: "What are you going to do now?"

"I want to try Xiaohei first... Oh, it's so awkward! Just a nine-tailed fox! I want to try to fight with the nine-tailed fox first to see if I can fight with Bi Xie's props. It is true that Bi Xie is a little weak and a little sissy, but the props he made are really strong. If everyone can have an inspiration and a high-attack negative to strengthen the lens - there is no need to change the high-speed 90 film. Four people are fully equipped with zero negatives and pressing the shutter to the chaotic madness.

Chengying immediately understood my idea: "So you brought the little evil back?"

"Yes... It's just that the demand for props is much higher than before, and I don't know if the previous price can be negotiated."

No... In fact, even the previous price can't be negotiated.

When talking to my brother, I only felt that I might need Bi Xie's assistance to restore some soul-consuming props, but it is all based on the premise that "I can't recover by myself after the spiritual power of the fuzzy face is consumed". Now that I know that the identity of the fuzzy face is chaotic, the simple soul-consuming props thrown on him is basically equivalent to the boots. Itchy.

The props made by the 47th generation of the Bi family... Even if it is the most basic trauma medicine, it should cost more than 3,000 on the market.

I'm thick-skinned. I don't care about Mr. Bi Xie knocks a lot of props from him, but these are actually just the tip of the iceberg for him. It may be as easy for him to make 100 as he just rubbed invoices to forge a winning record, but now I ask him to help make props that can fight against the four fierce beasts... ... No matter how prodigal Bi Xie is, it is impossible for him to accept nothing.

I began to struggle with whether my brother's savings were enough. When I really put down my posture and discussed with Bi Xie whether he would accept the discount. Chengying smiled beside him, let go of my hand and said, "I also have good news and a bad news to tell you. Which one do you listen to first?"

I weighed it: "Let's make a deal first." At this stage, my glass heart can no longer withstand the collision.

Chengying smiled and said, "Xiao Xie said that he would not charge us for making props."

The sound of that moment was like heaven.

I was so excited that my eyes glowed: "Really?"

"Really." He smiled and said, "Can't you believe what I said?"

"The letter! Of course! 100% of the letters! The world's first belief!" I grabbed Chengying's hand and shook it. I turned around and was about to look at the ceiling calmly at the door and waited for the little brother to express his gratitude for bringing 1,000 yuan in cash. Then I heard the second half of Chengying's sentence:

"The bad news is that you have to let Bi Xie roll the keyboard with his face first."

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Does Bi's hypocrite have a bag in her brain? Can this kind of request be made? He didn't know that although he was a hypocrite in the Taoist team and lacked a little weak combat effectiveness, he really released the news that he would press his face and roll the keyboard to make props for free. I dare not say that the people in the next battalion would line up to beg him to roll the keyboard.

I thought about it and looked at Chengying and asked very seriously, "Is Bi Xie really saying that?"

He nodded.

"Can you tell me the original story?"

"Receed less money? OK, let her roll over and let me roll the keyboard once, not to mention collecting less money, it's free. Chengying's expression was calm and peaceful, and he didn't spread his hands: "Little evil original words."

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