"Sister Tang."
The door of the barber shop was pushed open, and the wind chime hanging on the door frame rang together with the boy's call. Different from the clear and cheerful sound of the wind chime, the boy's call revealed obvious fatigue.
Tang Zi looked at the door and saw Mo Qiuran, the boy who seemed to be in high spirits all the time. At this time, he looked like he could hardly open his eyes. He had a forced smile and was holding a sky blue ice blade. .
"What's going on?" Tang Zi came to Mo Qiuran's side.
"We had a fight with someone," Mo Qiuran forced his eyelids open, "Can you borrow a place to sleep and recuperate?"
"Did you know you came to me after the fight?" Tang Zi glared at Mo Qiuran, took the ice blade from his hand, supported him, and led him towards the stairs.
"Of course you have to fight first. If you can't fight, I'll come to you, Sister Tang." Mo Qiuran winked playfully.
"You have the nerve to come to me if you can't beat me?" Tang Zi laughed angrily.
"Fortunately, we got through this time," Mo Qiuran said thankfully, "otherwise I wouldn't have dared to come."
"Okay, you're so tired and still so skinny." Tang Zi took Mo Qiuran upstairs angrily and pressed him down on the sofa.
"Can I sleep on the bed?" Mo Qiuran looked at the lounge on the side eagerly.
"Wait until you can beat me one day." Tang Zi rolled his eyes.
"Start working hard now!" Mo Qiuran looked full of fighting spirit.
"Sleep with you!" Tang Zi directly reached out and pressed Mo Qiuran's eyes so that he could only close his eyes.
Mo Qiuran stopped talking. He would relax when he reached a safe place, so the fatigue that he had been resisting came over like a tide. In just a few dozen seconds, his breathing began to become smooth and long.
Tang Zi, who noticed this, moved his hand away and looked at Mo Qiuran who closed his eyes.
The description of the words seemed so pale and weak under such a look. After closing those peach blossom eyes, Mo Qiuran's sleep was as peaceful as a sleeping beauty, which was completely different from the daily nervous antics.
Maybe this is the real him.
Tang Zi's hand hung in the air, drawing his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the shape of his lips... Finally, he couldn't help but say a word silently.
For a long time, Tang Zi carefully closed the door without making a sound.
When he turned around... his face was as cold as frost!
She came to the first floor, hung the suspension sign at the door, and then picked up the ice blade that Mo Qiuran brought.
After going through such a battle, this ice blade did not deform or have any holes at all, let alone melted. The curves were as smooth as one piece, and you didn't even feel any chill when you held it in your hand!
If it were another person, he might think it was a plastic sword or something... But Tang Zi was different.
"Ji Bing..." Tang Zi whispered.
The jade hand caressed the ice blade, and between Tang Zi's bright eyes, there were already burning golden pupils, shining like the sun!
As the golden eyes lit up, the incredibly tough ice blade seemed to have been broken from its balance in some extreme state. A terrifying chill burst out in an instant, seeming to turn everything around it into frost!
But this terrifying chill was tamed the moment it bloomed. They entered a field and listened to the call of the king in the field. They were incredibly docile and gradually spread out to the outside world little by little. Then the nearby residents suddenly I felt that the weather was already getting a bit hot. Suddenly a cool breeze blew from nowhere, and I sighed in relief.
Range, 100 meters in radius!
During this process, Tang Zi moved. She took out her mobile phone with her left hand, and still touched the ice blade with her right hand to dissolve it. This kind of control that was terrifying enough to rank among the top three hybrids seemed to be on her body. It's as easy as picking it up at your fingertips.
"What major cases have been reported recently, such as a mixed-race hit-and-run," the phone was connected, and Tang Zi said calmly, "Give me a detailed information, it will be useful."
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned when he heard this, and then said something carefully.
"That thing has been shrinking for several years and hasn't come out, at least in the past few days."
After Tang Zi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
At this time, the ice blade in her hand finally melted and dissipated completely.
…
Mo Qiuran was awakened by a scent.
The aroma of food.
He opened his eyes and took two deep sniffs immediately.
"It smells so good!" Mo Qiuran sighed.
"Does it smell good?" Tang Zi was a little proud.
"This quilt smells so good!" Mo Qiuran buried his head in the quilt that he had not known when.
"Are you a pervert?" Tang Zi put down the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs and rushed over to take the quilt away.
"I'm wrong, the food smells so good!" Mo Qiuran quickly changed his mind.
"You mean my quilt doesn't smell good?" Tang Zi showed a dangerous look.
"Um..." Mo Qiuran started to think about the words in his head that was still a little confused after waking up. "The ancients said that beauty can be eaten, and beauty can be eaten. The fragrance of beauty can also be eaten. I just woke up hungry as soon as I smelled the fragrance of delicious food. , and then in order not to starve to death, I smelled the fragrance on the quilt and temporarily forgot about hunger!"
"Oh, then just hold the quilt and stop eating." Tang Zi threw the quilt back to Mo Qiuran, pretending to take away the food.
"Wait...wait!" Mo Qiuran stopped him immediately, "The ancients also said that although spiritual food is valuable, materialism tells us that we still need to eat to avoid being really starved to death."
"What kind of ancient person is this?" Tang Zi had an expression like "I'll just watch you make it up".
"Ahem... This is an ancient European man named Shuode and Wozki. He was a great philosopher at that time. Many of his words are still circulating today." Mo Qiuran said nonsense seriously.
"Then do you know that the great philosopher Wozki Shuode actually said something, that is, a person will not die of hunger if he does not eat for a day." Tang Zi said with a sneer.
"No, no, no, sister Tang, I was wrong!" Mo Qiuran simply admitted his mistake.
Anyway, it has ended like this many times, and it has become a habit.
"What's wrong?" Tang Zi asked.
"The mistake was... going on an adventure without informing the most beautiful girl in the invincible universe in advance?" Mo Qiuran sneered.
"Bah..." Tang Zi couldn't hold back her laughter and rolled her eyes, "Go get the dishes and chopsticks yourself!"
"Okay, okay~" Mo Qiuran was overjoyed and went to take out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks... He naturally noticed that there were only a few dishes on the table but no bowls and chopsticks.
…
After devouring a meal, Mo Qiuran leaned back on the sofa contentedly.
"You want me to wash the dishes for you after you finish eating?" Tang Zi stared at him, as if he was thinking about where to start the knife.
"Let's go now!" Mo Qiuran stood up suddenly. After a sleep to replenish his energy, he finally returned to his full strength again.
"Stop, go back later," Tang Zi pushed him back to the sofa with one hand, moved a chair and sat in front of him, lazily crossing his legs, but there was an aura of danger lingering all over his body, "Talking about it Bar?"
