Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy: I Want All The Spiritual Energy

"Okay! Explode, explode! Hahaha!"

Fatty saw Zhou Yi inputting characters in the window, which turned into up, down, left, and right icons one by one.

He controlled the plane to tilt and move crookedly, and finally fell to the ground with a "boom".

I couldn't help shouting happily.

"Huh? Isn't there any more plot?"

Fatty couldn't help but wonder when he saw that after the plane crashed, there were no other images on the camera.

Lin Cang nodded: "It should be gone."

The fat man was a little dissatisfied and couldn't help complaining: "Really, I just watched your sister operate it. The picture quality is incredible, it is completely like the real thing. Even the plot design is too unreliable.

It would be nice to design a plot of 991 crashing into a building, but this would have no beginning or end.

So no matter how good the picture is, no one will play it? You'll get tired of it after ten times at most.

Think about it, if such a realistic picture is really complicated, the cost will be very high.

This kind of small game is probably released to warm up a certain future masterpiece. "

The fat man was still talking to himself, but Lin Cang had already stood up and stretched.

"Brother, why don't you play more?"

It was hard for Fatty to have a companion at home. We had a lot of fun chatting today, but for a while I was really reluctant to let him go.

Perhaps it was because of his familiar personality and Lin Cang's big-brother-next-door smile when he first arrived.

Fatty didn't notice anything wrong for a moment.

Lin Cang gave a thumbs up and praised: "No, it's worth it to experience your top-of-the-line computer."

The fat man rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile: "Haha, I have worked hard for seven or eight years and saved a lot of money, and finally I can come back and sleep peacefully.

Speaking of this, the fat man gritted his teeth: "I used to work in that company, and the boss was so useless. He forced me to work overtime every day. If I didn't work overtime, I would get out.

I still remember the day I left my job. I finally tore up the documents and scolded the damn boss. It was such a relief.

To be honest, I really want to make friends with someone like you, brother, who knows so much about computers and games. Maybe we can play a game together in the future.

how? Do you want to add WeChat? "

The fat man said enthusiastically.

"Just add WeChat, I don't care much about this stuff." Lin Cang shook his head.

The fat man was a little disappointed, but he quickly dispersed and said with a smile: "Okay, you can come to my house to play when you have time. Don't look at my house, I still like to make friends."

Lin Cang showed a kind smile: "By the way, didn't I just say that I would give you a reward? What do you want?"

The fat man waved his hand, not caring about this trivial matter at all: "No, it doesn't cost anything to play on the computer."

"That's not okay, otherwise I'll be embarrassed to come next time."

When Lin Cang didn't say anything, he took out a piece of parchment with black flames drawn on it from his pocket:

"Brother, this is a crude work I drew in my spare time. I give it to you as a souvenir."

The fat man looked at the lifelike flames on the parchment, his eyes shining.

This painting is simply amazing.

At a glance, it looked like it was a piece of paper burning with black flames.

And it’s still painted on sheepskin, so good stuff.

"Then I'll keep this thing."

After Lin Cang and Fatty said goodbye to each other, Lin Cang left the building.

Riding Zhou Yi's flying shuttle, he headed towards the landing site at high speed.

The fat man looked at the drawing paper handed over by Lin Cang in the room. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this drawing was really not simple.

I guess it would be worth a lot of money if sold.

It’s just that Fatty is not short of money at the moment.

The days of lying down at home.

Instead of converting it into money and waiting for inflation, it is better to keep it as a treasure.

The fat man also specially took down a two-dimensional portrait of his wife in an exquisite frame from the wall.

Put in Lin Cang's painting and carefully hang it on the wall again.

"This will set the whole house on fire!"

The fat man stood in front of the portrait, admiring the white wall with the black flame picture.

The mood of the whole house seemed different.

"Hey, it's so hot...what's going on?"

"Holy shit...are you really on fire?"

The fat man screamed, his expression instantly dull and frightened.

The flames burned quickly and spread to the fat man in the blink of an eye.

It spread throughout the house and gradually spread upstairs and downstairs....

The fat on the fat man's body has completely become a combustion accelerant. The fat man is like a graceful dancer, leaping and jumping in the flames.

On this day, everyone in this building saw Buddha Ancestor.