Thriller Paradise Chapter 1275: Contact
In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed since January, and New Year's Eve is approaching.
S City has always been a place with a terrible climate, not only cold in winter and hot in summer, but also, the more humid and greasy the air is on those days of severe cold and heat.
This year, no exception...
Even if the weather is cold and windy, people still have to go out to make a living.
They walked through the cold and windy streets day after day, squeezed into the subway lined by the mountains and seas, stepped into the lifeless office, and did a whole day of tedious and boring work, and then dragged their tired bodies back. When I get home, I use up my last few minutes of energy in front of a cold screen...
On the second day, all this will happen again and again.
This is the truest aspect of life-hard and bitter, but people still have to endure; this patience is not only for survival, but also for the little and little happiness in life.
Of course, there are still some people who are paying and struggling to catch the phantom called "dream" that has not yet dissipated.
In the end, there are very few people who can really reach the end point they originally wanted to go...
Most people, after all, are lost on the road of life. They have been polished away by the years. They have forgotten their original intentions in the process of chasing their dreams. They have changed from extraordinary children to mediocre adults.
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January 15th, noon, on a street in the center of S.
The cold weather seems to make people feel gloomy.
The expressions of pedestrians can be roughly divided into two types, rushing and pale and numb.
Among these people, one person...is different.
This is a woman, a bloated woman.
Even leaving aside the factor of obesity, this woman’s appearance is not related to the word "beauty"; moreover, at this time, she has not put on makeup, so that she looks five years older than her actual age. Six years old.
She is wearing thick down jackets and jeans, which are cheap at first glance, and her stubby legs seem to stretch the jeans, making it difficult to look directly at her.
With such an image, the rate of turning heads on the street is naturally not high.
However, this is exactly what she wants-she doesn't want to be noticed.
"This is...the so-called..." She walked slowly on the sidewalk and muttered to herself, "...'The real world'..." Her eyes shifted around, collecting everything that could be The image obtained through vision, and in the eyes... there is still a white streamer, "Compared with other universes composed of disordered natural evolution sequences... In addition to being a bit more boring, what else is there... …"
She said this to herself, and no one heard it; it must have been heard by someone and would not care or ignore it as a secondary illness.
"If it weren't for'destiny' to connect our universe with this place, and to establish a subordinate relationship of'subordinate and subordinate', the so-called'differential dimensionality' would not exist." She said, looking down. He looked at his hand and tried to squeeze his fist. "In terms of'strength', obviously our derivatives are more..."
Up to this point, her expression suddenly changed, and at the same second, the color of the streamer in her eyes became a little mixed and dim.
"Is it noticed so soon..." She said in a deep voice blankly, "Sure enough, in the current situation, it is still too reluctant to come'here' for activities..." She sighed slightly. "Hey... I still wanted to meet'him'... Forget it, I will have a chance in the future."
After this sentence, the streamer in her eyes quickly disappeared.
In the next second, this woman's expression changed abruptly. What changed with it was her standing posture, the temperament between her eyebrows, etc...
After this change happened, she immediately looked around with a panic expression, and folded her hands instinctively, as if to protect herself.
Her reaction is like a person who just woke up from sleepwalking...
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At the same time, another place in S city, Feng Bujue's home.
Boom boom boom——
"It's eating." Brother Jue raised his voice while knocking on the door of his room.
Although it was his room, but because Ruoyu moved in recently, Brother Jue went back to the days when... "You have to knock on the door before entering the room, and you can only sleep in the game cabin at night".
"Ah...coming..." After a breath, there was a weak response from the room.
Five minutes later, when Feng Bujue prepared the food, arranged the tableware, and took a seat, the door of the room opened.
But see, Ruoyu, with blushing cheeks and a sickly face, wearing a pajamas and a blanket wrapped in pajamas, walked out of the room leisurely.
"Actually... if you need it, I can divide the meal and bring it to your bed." Feng Bujue's tone was calm, and it seemed that he was used to the situation.
"It's just a cold...you don't have to do that...hiss..." Ruoyu said, still sucking in her mouth and nose, "Besides, getting up and activities are also good for the body."
"What makes me feel surprised and curious is..." Feng Bujue watched Ruoyu walking slowly step by step, and said, "You immortal cultivators will also catch a cold?"
"First of all, I am not a cultivator, but a person with spiritual ability." Facing the ridicule of Brother Jue, Ruoyu is now able to cope with it. Can kill the realm of cold germs."
After that, Ruoyu just walked to the table, pulled the chair away and sat down.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue said, "Considering that you are still in a state of'cannot make physical contact with others', you must not be able to seek medical treatment normally. What if you have a sudden high fever? What to do?"
Hearing this, Ruoyu thought for a few seconds, then put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and extended a hand to Brother Chao Jue: "Or, you can hold my hand and try."
"Hey, hey..." Feng Bujue was about to step back a few minutes, "What is this going to do? I have dislocated my arm not one or two times in the past two weeks..."
"It's been two weeks, and the symptoms may have alleviated; and...I feel very weak now and I can't get enough energy..." Ruoyu continued, "You try first, if you touch your hands to this degree If there is no problem, as long as you are careful on the road, you should still be able to go to the hospital to dispense some medicine."
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue groaned again and thought for a few seconds, "Okay..."
When the voice fell, he also put down his chopsticks, and then took Ruoyu's hand.
"Huh?" Two seconds later, Brother Jue frowned, "It seems to be really fine!"
In the past ten days...especially a few days ago, Feng Bujue had tried to touch Ruo Yu’s body more than once, of course... mainly his hands or shoulders; however, Ruo Yu was like It's like the abnormal AI that comes with its own personal skills in fighting games. Every time a contact occurs, it instantly responds with a throwing skill.
Unexpectedly, she didn't make any move this time...
"Wait..." But less than five seconds after Feng Bujue was happy, he felt pain on the surface of his feet.
He lowered his head and looked down the table and found that Ruoyu was stepping on his feet.
"You are..." Brother Jue only asked half a sentence.
Ruo Yu interrupted: "It was my feet that moved on my own, and I can't do anything about it."
"Oh...that is to say..." Feng Bujue said in a concluding tone, "The natural reaction after you come into contact with a person's body has changed from'killing your dog' to "I'll beat you to death with a small fist"?"
"Hmm..." Ruoyu nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ but it is not yet certain whether this is caused by a cold or because I have adapted to your touch to some extent. "
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed when he heard this. "Then I will try to change the position, method and intensity of the touch in the next step." While speaking, his gaze was still Very restlessly wandering to various places on Ruoyu's body.
Undoubtedly, Brother Jue is playing tricks. You have to ask him why he chose to play at such a time and place... He couldn't answer it himself.
A master who has brought the low power to the realm of human and low unity, does not need to think before acting...
It's like those experts who vomit, as long as there is a slot, they will instinctively vomit.
Feng Bujue is also the case right now. Therefore, after he finished playing, he got Ruoyu's one-handed twist that was not from instinct...
In any case, he confirmed through a special way that the other party’s condition is not too serious; when he was lying on the ground feeling the pain from his arms and back, he felt relieved in his heart. of.