roccoschili Chapter 114: Bad Adjectives
Chapter 114: Bad Adjectives
A tiny black crack actually appeared on the last question mark box in the system mall.
Yan Muhuai tried to explore the crack, and his entire soul seemed to be sucked into an abyss, a boundless, bottomless darkness.
Just one look at it was enough to fill him with fear.
He retreated in a hurry, but didn't figure out what was in the crack?
"What's wrong, Master? Are you uncomfortable lying like this? We'll be at your house soon." Rong Jin noticed that Yan Muhuai had opened his eyes and immediately asked in a low voice.
Yan Muhuai shook his head, "It's okay."
He leaned back into a more comfortable position and called thirty-five in his mind again.
"Master Host, do you have any instructions?" Thirty-five responded.
"Look at the question mark box. There's a crack. Can you get in?" Yan Muhuai knew that Thirty-Five's attention must be entirely on the unbinding agreement, and he didn't notice the changes in the question mark box at all.
The grid suddenly cracked, which might be related to his completion of the strategy task, or it might be because his current merit points exceeded 20,000. His mind was a little confused and he couldn't make the right judgment.
Sure enough, after being reminded by Yan Muhuai, Thirty-five plunged into the tiny crack as if he had discovered a new continent.
Then, Sanshiwu's howling exploded in Yan Muhuai's mind. The cry was so tragic that it felt like he was abusing a child. His conscience hurt for a short time.
After all, even he could not withstand the mental attack, so it was conceivable that the small system would feel uncomfortable when it entered into it.
However, Sanshiwu's screams only lasted for a dozen seconds.
After it came out, it cried and complained to Yan Muhuai, "Master Host, it's so scary in there. I felt like I was going to be torn to pieces as soon as I entered, wuwu."
"Yeah." Yan Muhuai was indifferent to its grievances, "Did you see anything?"
He didn't see anything anyway, just darkness.
Although his system is useless, the mall belongs to him after all, so maybe it can see something that he can't see.
“I see!” Thirty-five’s tone turned into confusion. “A long, white, pointed, hard…”
"...Doesn't your system have pre-job training? What terrible adjectives are you using?" Yan Muhuai wanted to hold his forehead with his hand after hearing this.
Maybe when he has time, he can teach thirty-five languages.
"Um... it's something I've never seen before, and it's huge. I'm too small to see the whole picture. If I could stay in there for a while longer, I might be able to see it if I fly higher." Thirty-five was a little embarrassed, "But I'm uncomfortable staying in there for too long. It might take several trips to see it clearly."
Yan Muhuai didn't ask too much, "Okay, take your time, but your first goal is to find the main programmer to understand the countdown."
"Okay, host." Thirty-five answered loudly.
After talking to the system, the car arrived at the locust tree courtyard.
Rong Jin wanted to carry Yan Muhuai out of the car directly, but was rejected.
Yan Muhuai is weak now, but not to the point where he cannot walk, and there are many people coming and going on the road, so he does not feel ashamed, but it will make others think that he might be dying.
After entering the house, Ming Fei boasted to her boss that she also had a room in Yan Muhuai's house.
Rong Jin frowned and wondered whether he should fire this arrogant assistant.
Yan Muhuai smiled and said, "He sleeps in my room, he doesn't need a separate room."
"That's right." Rong Jin's handsome face was tense, but fireworks were already blooming in his heart.
Ming Fei didn't expect that she didn't just anger her boss, but was also fed a mouthful of dog food by the usually kind Yan Muhuai.
The world was too malicious towards her.
"Then I'll go to work first..." Ming Fei floated into the room like a wandering soul and slammed the door shut.
Rong Jin explained to Yan Muhuai, "She might have been provoked by something. She usually doesn't have such a bad temper."
The tone was just like an old father talking about his daughter.
Yan Muhuai really wanted to punch him in the face. Didn't he know what had happened to Ming Fei? Why was he pretending?
"Master, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first or go to rest?" Rong Jin saw Yan Muhuai's face and his eyes were full of heartache.
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a nap." Although Yan Muhuai did not use his own strength to give acupuncture to Chen Sangluo, using magic also requires a lot of concentration. With his current broken body, he would be weak for a while after using such a spell.
Rong Jin helped Yan Muhuai into the room without saying a word.
The layout of the room is simple, but clean and warm, which is consistent with the core personality of Yan Muhuai.
"Master, go to sleep. I'll stay by your side." When Rong Jin saw Yan Muhuai walk to the bed and fall onto it, he not only did not leave, but also went over and squatted beside the bed.
Yan Muhuai's room is not big, with carpet on the floor, but there is no place to sit.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Yan Muhuai felt the burning gaze, as if it could burn a hole in his face.
He held on for a minute, then gave in and opened his eyes.
"Come here." He raised his hand and hooked his finger at Rong Jin who was standing beside the bed.
Rong Jin smiled and lay down on the bed.
Yan Muhuai put one arm around Rong Jin's neck, dragged him forward a little, then raised his head and kissed him.
The two kissed for a long time before they separated, and a blush appeared on Yan Muhuai's pale face.
"Okay, go out quickly. I can't sleep with you here." Yan Muhuai patted Rong Jin's face gently, as if coaxing a child.
Rong Jin's voice was heavy, "Master, you want to send me away? This is not enough."
Without waiting for Yan Muhuai to refuse, he kissed her again, and his hand moved down dishonestly, lifting up Yan Muhuai's clothes...
However, Yan Muhuai looked too weak now, and Rong Jin didn't dare to treat him like he did in the bathroom in the morning. He just did his best to make him fall asleep comfortably, and then he got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Yan Muhuai slept very deeply and for a long time, until the next morning.
When he woke up, he felt much better. Thinking back to what happened before he fell asleep, he didn't know whether he fell asleep due to exhaustion or fainted due to Rong Jin's torture.
Rong Jin was not in the room, so he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and released Sanshiwu, who had been locked in his sea of consciousness when he kissed Rong Jin.
He thought Thirty-Five would chirp again, or at least complain about being locked up in the small dark room again, but it was as quiet as death.
After taking a shower and leaving the room, the morning sun shone into the living room. The shadows of the locust tree branches fell on the ground, swaying in the morning breeze, appearing full of vitality.
"Master, you're awake." When Rong Jin saw Yan Muhuai leaving the room, he stood up and went to greet him.
Rong Jin was facing away from the light, but his eyes and brows were clearly imprinted in Yan Muhuai's heart and were not affected by the light at all.
When the two sat down, Ming Fei had already considerately set the table for them.
In order to avoid having anything other than breakfast at the table, Ming Fei took the initiative to talk about Yan Muhuai's work.
"The official Weibo of the variety show has released the content of the next recording. We will go to a remote ancient mountain village, and the theme is related to Chinese horror." Ming Fei looked at Yan Muhuai with some concern, "Mr. Yan, can your body handle it? If not, we won't go this time."