Life is so tepid.

Although the vodka has been broken, the book should still be read.

When I saw the wonderful thing, who can resist the temptation?

It’s a pity that he reads slowly. When he was about to go back, there were still hundreds of chapters that he hadn’t finished reading.

Seeing Vodka sitting on the sofa holding the book and turning pages wildly, his eyes almost turned into a top, Ming Jue really wanted to ask him what he could see clearly in this way.

But he just sat silently and drank tea leisurely.

It seems to be indifferent to vodka's movements, very leisurely and natural.

He looked up and looked at the time. The wall clock on the wall had reached 11:50, and it was about 12:00 in ten minutes.

He spoke softly and reminded, "There are ten minutes left."

Vodka is about to cry. What is the most painful thing in the world?

Probably, the death of a relative, the breakup of a lover, the eunuchs I like, the house collapsed by the stars I like, and the songs I like were taken off the shelves and I can never hear them again...

For vodka at present, the biggest pain is that the book is placed in front of him, and he doesn't have the time to finish the ending.

This kind of regret will probably be with him for the rest of his life. Every time he thinks of this, he will be unable to help but suffocate and suffer in pain.

Xiao Yan will soon rescue Yao Lao, but he can't see it. Who can tolerate this?

Ming is definitely not a big villain, and he still feels a little embarrassed to see Vodk crying quickly.

He tapped the table gently, attracting Vodka's attention, and pretending to think for a while.

"If you haven't finished reading it, I can give it to you and take it back, but you need to do me a favor."

Vodka's eyes rubbed, and Waliang was shiny, "What do you need me to do? Sir, just say it!"

After staying here for so long, he actually felt a little reminiscent. This is not the trial place he imagined.

Ming Jue rarely talks to him, so he usually meets him during meals.

He basically spent 99% of the time reading books in the room. The reason why he couldn't read them was mainly because he couldn't control his expression when reading books, which brought the protagonist's emotions into his mind. He laughed and angry for a while. He looked very stupid and was not easy for people to see.

As for Lord Mingjue, he sometimes stays in the room, sometimes goes out, and sometimes watches TV in the living room, and basically doesn't come to talk to him deliberately.

He once doubted the authenticity of this book and tried to ask Mingjue where the world of "Fighting Break the Sky" is. Is there really this world?

However, Ming Jue asked him lightly, do you think he exists?

If you believe, you have it; if you don’t believe, you don’t.

"There are many things in the world that ordinary people cannot understand, and there are many things that ordinary people cannot see. The reason why he can let you see is because he has become something you can understand."

A very mysterious sentence, translated as:

Because this is the story you like, so what you see is the story.

Books change with the viewer themselves, and everyone sees different content.

This is the magical part of this book.

If everyone sees the same thing, then this is a created, ordinary story without any magic.

Vodka seemed to understand, but he and Mingjue were the only ones at home, and no one could ask him to verify it.

He could only suppress this problem and finish reading this book first.

He reads books very slowly, almost one sentence after another, and when he encounters something that he cannot understand, he has to think about it, which makes him even slower.

As time goes by, he has no time to think about these messy problems outside the story and read books every second.

It can be said that his total sleep time in these ten days has not exceeded ten hours.

It can be seen how hard you can see it.

Mingjue took out the original weapons of vodka and put them on the table. In addition to these, there was also a black box on the table.

He pushed the box in front of vodka and said, "Please bring me this thing to gin."

"That's all?" Vodka scratched his head.

He thought Mingjue wanted him to do something that was difficult to accomplish?

That's the result?

I always feel like I've taken advantage of it.

Ming Jue's lips curled up an inexplicable curve, "Yes, you just need to give it to him and tell him that this is what I gave it to him."

He was holding a gun from gin.

He kept two of Gin's three guns, mainly because this thing doesn't work very well. One or two is enough. It's useless to have that many, so it's better to give him one.

Of course, Mingjue didn't put a bullet.

In addition to guns, there are other things in it.

He put a photo of Gin when he entered the detention center.

In the photo, Gin was standing at the door of the detention center, next to it was the sign of the detention center. Two police officers stood on both sides of him, his hands were handcuffed, as if they had been arrested.

This is what Mingjue has made in the past few days. Although Gin has been forgotten, there are still various records recorded. However, when people see it, they will not remember who this person is and what was going on at that time, and it completely disappeared from their memory.

He made it here specifically just to get a gin mentality.

I hope that after giving vodka, I can withstand the thunderous anger of gin.

"By the way, I miss him very much and look forward to him coming to visit next time."

"OK."

Vodka put the box in front of her. The box was beautifully packaged and looked like it was a gift.

Although I really wanted to open it and take a look, I felt Ming Jue staring at him, such a thing was obviously impossible to do.

He put away all his original weapons, fixed his hat, and put on his sunglasses again.

There were still two books left and I hadn't finished reading them. The two books added up and there was no place to put them on them, so he simply held them in his hand.

At the same time, I picked up the gift box given by Mingjue.

"Sir, can you say now that I'm here for what I'm here?" The question Vodka asked when she asked.

At that time, Mingjue said that it was not the time yet, and now it should be the time.

"You will know in the future."

Mingjue will never say it, and there is nothing to do with vodka, and he can only make various guesses like white claws scratching his heart.

The hands on the clock ticked and ticked non-stop, a bit like a vodka-in-comfortable mood.

When the pointer fell to fifty-nine seconds, Mingjue waved his hand casually, as if sending him back.

The next second, the vodka disappeared.

After the vodka disappeared, Mingjue's airs could no longer be held back and laughed out loud without any image.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, I can't help it... This is the correct way to open it..."

I have performed so well these ten days, and I almost believed myself.

If he had so much energy when Gin came, would he be afraid that he would not be able to cure him?

"Gin, Gin, I don't believe you will be angry~"
Chapter completed!