"Am I a hell?"

Qiao stood in the bathroom, staring blankly at the big and bright mirror replying.

Laplaci, the strange creature that suddenly appeared, slowly vomited a few smoke rings and disappeared.

"Hey, what are you?"

Joe muttered in a low voice, he didn't dare let Lea hear her words.

If Liya had known that Joe had "auditative" and "visual", with Joe's understanding of Liya for so many years, she would definitely go to the Yingui Church, which belongs to Muteste, donate a large handful of gold coins, and then ask a large group of nuns and nanny to check his head.

Maybe the terrible nuns and nannies would pry open his mouth and pour him a lot of so-called "holy water" and "magic medicine".

Joe is definitely not "auditory hallucination" or "visual". He just now, he definitely saw the weird creature who called himself Laplaci.

"What the hell are you?"

In Qiao's eyes, the three-round six-pointed magic circle emitted a faint red light.

The mirror is bright and bright, without any abnormality.

"Life is long, and from now on, please take care of me."

Laplacie was slow, and a weak voice rang out from Joe's mind: "I am Laplacie, I am the omniscient, I am in your mind."

"What do you want to do? Why come to me?" Qiao lowered his voice and asked hurriedly.

After a long time, Laplacie's voice came slowly: "Life is long, we have enough time to get to know each other. Why are you anxious? Anxiety, rush, panic, these negative emotions will not bring any benefits."

"Stay calm, keep a peaceful mind. Then you will find that the world is so beautiful, your life is so wonderful, and your future is so wonderful."

Laplacie was sharp and thin, like a parrot fish gnawing on the coral reef, and laughed: "Of course, with me, your life and your future will be more exciting, smoother, and more brilliant."

Qiao was stiff all over. He wanted to tell this strange existence that he was very satisfied with his current life and he didn't want any more icing on the cake.

Before Qiao could speak, Laplacie slowly, and her voice was sharp and smiled: "Of course, it may also be more miserable, more helpless, and more desolate? Life is long, everything can happen, crimson!"

Then, no matter how Joe mumbled, Laplaci didn't make any noise.

"Hey!" Qiao turned around in a panic in the bathroom. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "I'm not Scarlet, I'm Joe!"

He wanted to grab Laplacie from his head. But looking at his plump face in the mirror, his big head that was several circles larger than ordinary people, carefully considering the difficulty of such action, he gave up his impulse in depressedness.

The experience last night was so terrifying.

Last night's nightmare was so terrifying.

Before he recovered from the successive impacts, he could not figure out what happened to Feihong and himself. The even more strange Laplaci, the so-called omniscient, actually moved into his head.

Waves of shock followed one after another, and Qiao was in a mess, so when he walked out of the bathroom, his face was extremely gloomy, and every pore seemed to be spraying cold outwards.

"Oh, my dearest Joe!" Lea's soft face changed suddenly when she saw Joe's gloomy face.

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly? Oh, poor Joe, mom's heart, you must have been frightened by what happened yesterday."

She hurriedly walked up to Qiao, stood on tiptoe, reached out her hand, and patted Qiao's plump face with difficulty. Then, Liya's face changed slightly again. She lowered her head, looked at Qiao barefoot, and then looked at the half-heeled home slippers she was wearing. Liya frowned.

"Joe? Why did you grow taller overnight?"

Liya's face turned black. She forgot to ask why Joe was unhappy, and all her attention was turned to why Joe suddenly grew taller.

"Mutacete, you have grown at least two inches taller!" Riya's face twitched slightly, and she screamed a little hysterically: "Joe, if this continues, no noble lady from Tulum Port is willing to marry you...Mutacete, who would marry a human-shaped wild bear?"

Joe's already gloomy face became even more gloomy and melancholy.

‘Human-shaped wild bear’?

What a gentle, respectable biological mother!

"Ah, dear Lia, dear, this is a good thing, a good thing." A brisk voice came in, and then, nearly seven feet tall, with wide shoulders, long legs, strong and burly figure, but a high and raised beer belly completely destroyed the entire body, Hessen walked into the room lightly.

He looked in a great mood. Under his Hessian nose, two extremely empire traditions were extremely rich. The tall bearded man shook happily, just like two wildly dancing scimitars.

Hesen quickly walked to Joe, reached out to grab Lea's shoulder, lifted her up like a chicken, put her aside, then spread her arms and hugged Joe hard.

He laughed loudly, "Our son has opened the sea of ​​strength. Isn't this a normal thing? His power will continue to grow until he grows into a real man! Of course, the only side effect is that he will grow a few inches taller!"

Riya covered her forehead with her right hand and let out an unbearable whine from the depths of her throat.

"I want it, how many inches taller?"

"Mutesthet!"

Several maids came up carefully and surrounded Liya, fearing that she could not bear the heavy blow and fainted and fell to the ground.

Hesen and Joe looked at each other, and the father and son shrugged their shoulders at the same time, then walked out of the room with their arms around.

Riya sat heavily on the sofa in Joe's room, muttering with a sad face: "A kind Muteste, it is of course a good thing to open the sea of ​​power. But, a kind Muteste, will there be a holy water that makes people shorter?"

Joe and Hesen's faces were twitching at the same time, just pretending that they hadn't heard Leah's words.

Going out of Joe's room, it was a huge living room, with shoe racks filled with long and short boots of various colors, leather, velvet, silk, satin, and all kinds of materials.

Two huge wardrobes stand aside, one is full of daily clothes made of luxurious materials, and the other is in dozens of black police uniforms.

Walking through the living room, it is a reception room with an equally active and large face.

In the reception room, there are two walls of wine cabinets, with various colors of wine placed on them. Opposite the wine cabinet, close to the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a circle of leather sofas surrounded by a long table with mother-of-pearl and gold inlaid. Next to the table is a cigar cabinet made of cedar wood. The huge cigar cabinet is filled with cigar boxes of all sizes.

The father and son were lying on the sofa comfortably and lazy. A maid helped them lit cigars. The two began to suck the clouds and mist, and the reception room was immediately filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

"Last night's events were a bit complicated. It was messy and troublesome." Hesen did not have as many best friends as Riya, but his news would always be more informative than Riya.

He opened his mouth and vomited a long smoke. Hesen said in a deep voice: "It's not just a matter of dead people, it's not just that so many policemen have died, there are even more troubles in it. So, I'll ask for half a month of sick leave for you, stay at home, and don't go out."

Qiao's face was thrust, and she didn't go out for half a month?

He straightened his body, frowned, and stared at Hesen very hard: "It's very troublesome? In Tulun Port, is there any troubles that our Vitu family can't solve?"

Hesen's bearded man who had been moving happily suddenly stopped: "Dear Joe, my most precious son, in Tulun Port... Your father, the wise and powerful Hesen Master, and the head of the Weitu family, can solve most of the troubles."

Shrugged, Hesen sighed: "But this trouble comes from outside Tulun Port, so..."

He pressed his left hand gently downwards: "So, keep a low profile, keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Shaking his head, Hesen's tight vest-like secret bag took out a light golden booklet, and threw the booklet with a very frivolous and dissatisfied expression on Qiao.

"In half a month, since you have opened up the sea of ​​strength, then don't waste your time, don't waste the family's investment in you for the past eighteen years, work hard, and practice hard."

"After experiencing what happened last night, I think you should understand the meaning of a man who has enough power."

He vomited a perfect smoke ring, and Hesen looked up at the gilded beauty relief on the ceiling: "Your five subordinates, Billy and others, are alive. So, you can practice with peace of mind."

Billy and the others, alive?

Joe raised his eyebrows in surprise and sighed sincerely: "Praise the kind Muteste, then, I'll be relieved!"

Then, he quickly grabbed the booklet.

Before opening the booklet, Joe put down the cigar and said to Hesen seriously: "Father... donate some money to the police station."

Qiao remembered that last night, the six mount police officers who actually rescued him.

Hesen took a deep breath of the cigar: "Don't worry, everything was already done when you rested last night..."

He glanced at Joe quickly and said calmly: "I have someone give Billy and the others an extra money. They will never tell you what happened last night. But, son, I must say, do a pretty job. When you encounter danger, run away quickly... You run faster and farther than your five subordinates, which makes me very relieved."

Qiao held his breath in his throat, and pretended that he hadn't heard Hesen's words, and opened the light golden booklet.

"The Basic Respiratory Method of the Imperial Army", the first page of the booklet, is simply printed with a line of iron-gray handwriting.

"Imperial Army?" Qiao 'forgot' Hesen's words just now, looked up at Hesen in "shocking".

"Shh, contraband, you know." Hesen lowered his voice and muttered mysteriously: "No leakage, dear son, you know."

Qiao Xin nodded with understanding.

‘Contraband’?

He likes it.

Looking through the booklet in his hand, Qiao's pupils turned slightly red, and inexplicable anger continued to accumulate in his heart.

‘Escape’?

‘Next time, never run away’!
Chapter completed!