Wearing into the book and the sickly gangster HE

Chapter 125 [124] Are you going to sit down
This row of seats is almost empty.

There were originally five people before, but now, there is only one young man.

An Yewen finished the last round and successfully advanced to the king rank.

He took off his headphones, stood up, and went to the front desk to order a cup of coffee.

It was quiet outside the internet cafe, the streets were empty and eerie.

It's two in the morning.

An Yewen stood at the door of the Internet cafe, holding a cup of coffee, quietly looking at the sky.

There's nothing to see on a foggy day.

The boy took a sip of his coffee.

After a gust of wind passed by, he turned his head slightly.

Another boy who came over had blond hair and blue eyes. Even in the dim light, his blond hair was still conspicuous and could not be ignored. His skin was fair and his lips were bright red. The style of his clothes combined modernism and western classicism , while being modern and simple, the pattern on it has a classical charm, giving people a feeling of the middle ages.

The blue eyes are like exquisite and beautiful opals, the young man's brows are soft, and his expression is also gentle, just like those gods of light who are believed and worshiped in the western magical world, with a gentle temperament surrounding his body, like water, just like the most merciful aura of the Holy Father , as if able to love everything.

But maybe only those who are really familiar with him know about fraternity and tenderness. It is all a hypocritical appearance disguised by a young man.

The so-called holy father must be preceded by the word "false".

Beneath the flawless face hides a dirty and corrupt heart.

No matter what others think, anyway, Sophie thinks he is a hypocrite.

As if he had expected the boy's arrival, An Yewen only glanced at him, then pointed upstairs and said, "Room 215, she is sleeping, don't disturb her."

The blond boy's eyes flickered slightly, he nodded and said with a light smile, "I know, thank you."

When rubbing shoulders with the young man, An Yewen suddenly stopped him again: "Lanosi."

The blond boy paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Yewen said: "You may have to wait for two days for your household registration and ID card."

"It's okay," Lan Nuosi said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry."

Anyway, he's already here, and he's not in a hurry about the rest.

The boy's eyes flickered slightly, and he was thinking with great interest, what kind of expression would his dear Xiao Fei have if he really saw him.

The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, with a little expectation.

Lan Nuosi went upstairs, and An Yewen took two more sips of coffee.

Then, throw the paper cup into the trash can next to it.

There is not much wind at night, but it is very cold.

An Yewen suddenly felt a little desolate, his sister and the man named Chuxiu, sister Qidu and the man named Yan Ling, sister Sophie and the man named Lan Nuosi...

Gee.

The boy sighed, his Ofna, when will he see her again.

Suddenly, the figure of a man appeared beside him.

An Yewen raised his eyes slightly, and asked, "Switch, is the confinement of the Space-Time Administration finished?"

Men don't seem to have physicality.

He has a slender figure, handsome features, and a sinister sense of beauty between his brows and eyes.

Wearing a red and black military uniform with a tight black belt around his waist, and white gloves covering his knuckle hands, his whole demeanor has the coldness of a soldier. Although he looks beautiful, his expression is really It's too cold.

There is also a black armband on the top of the sleeve. The armband has no pattern and is engraved with three letters and a number.

- SSS1.

The man glanced at him lightly, "It's not confined, it's just been formatted ten times."

"Ten times?" An Yewen raised his eyebrows.

Once a 3S-level system has feelings, it can be formatted once at most and all of them can be erased.

The Switch has been formatted ten times, how deep is the emotion.

"So how can you become SSS1. SSS2 Ji Yunchuan has never been formatted. In my opinion, the system level ranking of the Space-Time Administration should be changed. Let Ji Yunchuan rank first, how about it?" An Yewen taunt him.

The man said quietly: "Ranking has nothing to do with strength."

He looked up at the sky, "That's sorted by the time of manufacture."

It means that there is nothing he can do about the ranking.

"When will the interstellar world be open again?" An Yewen got to the point, "I want to go there."

"Your mission has been completed, there is no point in going to Interstellar again." Switch said.

"Yes." The boy lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ou Funa is still there."

His lover is still there, so he has to go there.

"By the way," An Yewen suddenly said again: "About spiritual power, I remember those who can extract the spiritual power of others and use it for myself. It seems that only you and SSS2 Ji Yunchuan?"

The man nodded, "Yes, but I will never draw other people's spiritual power. The Space-Time Management Bureau also stipulates that the system does not allow the extraction of spiritual power without the consent of others. Once discovered, they will be sent back to the factory by the Management Bureau. Go back to the stove and rebuild, and clear all performance."

After listening, An Yewen finally sighed quietly: "It's true love."

"what?"

"Nothing." An Yewen said.

He looked towards a certain dark path, although he couldn't see anything.

If not forcibly withdrawn.

Then, it was the boy who volunteered.

Extracting mental power is extremely painful.

That kind of pain is like taking a knife to slowly open a big hole in the top of the head when a person is most sober. It is not a pleasurable one, but a slow one, which makes people clearly feel the feeling of being cut open. Forcibly emptied out all the things in the brain, then poured hot oil wax and lit the fire until all the oil wax inside was burned.

The pain was so painful that he just wanted to die quickly, but his brain was so lucid that he couldn't even go into a coma.

Voluntarily bear this pain.

With spiritual power, I exchanged a life extension pill with Ji Yunchuan.

Yan Ling.

Is he a lunatic, or an idiot?

No, maybe neither.

An Yewen shook his head.

Probably, it's just that I love someone too much.

Love so much that no matter what kind of pain it is, in his eyes, it's not worth mentioning.

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Su Qidu didn't go back to the Internet cafe, and she couldn't lose her bag there because Brother Wen was there.

"It's late, go back and rest." Su Qidu cried a while ago, and now her voice is a little hoarse.

She turned her head awkwardly and pushed the boy, not letting him kiss again.

This man seemed to be endless, kissing her lips almost swollen, and he kept on.

"Okay." Yan Ling kissed her forehead finally, and finally let her go.

Although in the dark pupils, there is still a dissatisfied expression.

Meeting the young man's eyes, Su Qidu's face turned red again, "Where... do you live now?"

Yan Ling smiled and said, "I rented a small apartment, which is just across the street from your home."

He paused, and suddenly, a little unnaturally said: "Cough, sister...would you like...to sit down?"

Su Qidu thought about it.

I saw Yan Ling in the restaurant tonight, he is working part-time, so that means, he doesn't have much money now?

So is his place good? !
Su Qidu was a little worried, so she nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

If Yan Ling lacks something, she will buy it for him. She has 800 million in her bank card, all earned by herself as an anchor. It is enough to buy things for Green Tea!
When he got the answer, his dark eyes flickered slightly.

The corner of the boy's mouth hooked slightly, and he couldn't hold back, and leaned down to kiss her again.

　There is one more chapter at noon tomorrow!
　　Not two posts tonight, see you at noon!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)