On the way back, I asked Qi Yun boredly, "How is your relationship with your brother?" When we met just now, we didn't have the scene of hugging our heads and crying as if we were imagining. The two of us chatted like we had never died at all.

"It's pretty good, why are you asking this?"

"No, I'm just a little curious." I scratched my head, "How did you recognize him just now?"

"Afeng inherited the White Tiger. The tiger roar just now was obviously telling me his identity... By the way, Mengmeng, you have to work hard, don't lose to that boy Hanba."

I gave him a blank look and said, "It's okay, I'll compare anyone with him." After all, he is a second-generation official, and I'm nothing. I lose at the starting line just this.

I went home to have a takeaway, and after taking a shower, I lay on the bed. When I recalled the battle in the evening, I always felt an indescribable subtle feeling. The spiritual power on my body was like a naughty child, playing hide-and-seek with me in my body, as if it were nothing. At the moment when I took action, I seemed to grab its tail and be able to use the Kirin arm. However, with Qi Feng's appearance, the battle stopped, and the spiritual power was hidden again on me. I don't know when I will catch it again.

It was late at night and I was sleeping soundly in the bed. Qi Yun stood on the balcony and looked at me silently through the window.

In my unconscious sleep, my right arm, exposed outside the quilt, was covered with a faint halo, and the skin of my arm gradually became transparent, and the veins on the entire arm could be clearly seen.

...

On a new day, the rapid knock on the door broke my spring and dream.

I yawned, squinted my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was only 7:30. I felt unhappy and shouted at the door, "Don't buy insurance, get out of here." After that, I turned over and lay on the bed to continue sleeping. A figure suddenly appeared in front of me, stretched out my hand and pulled me up.

I was startled by the shadow and looked closely and found that it was Qi Feng.

"You are sick, don't you bring someone to private houses like this."

Qi Feng spoke indifferently, "You haven't opened the door for how long Xiaobai has knocked outside. He thought you were dead, so let me come in first."

"Can you speak? You're dead? No, you're dead." I waved my hand and signaled him to go out quickly, change his clothes in a hurry, and opened the door reluctantly. Finally, he glared at Qi Yun with dissatisfaction, "Will you help stop him?"

Qi Yun shrugged and didn't explain. I viciously guessed that the two of them must have colluded.

Bai Ling looked very good. When he entered the door, he sat on the sofa and looked around at the environment inside my house, not at all polite.

I glanced at him and found out in my conversation with him yesterday that he was three years younger than me, and he is still a college student, and he is still in the city's university. It's just a holiday now, so I seem to be so idle every day.

"The house is a little smaller and too messy." After looking at it for a long time, Bai Ling expressed his opinion.

I opened the refrigerator and threw out a bottle of mineral water to Bai Ling, "That's really a pity. The poor children have no home." I saw half a piece of bread in the refrigerator, which was as hard as a brick, and took it up and threw it into the microwave.

Bai Ling took a sip and asked impatiently, "Are you ready? Let's go now?"

When I mentioned this, I was angry, "Do you have some insight? I seem to be ready. You came so early to reincarnate, and I haven't woken up yet."

"The plan for one day lies in the morning." Bai Ling looked at me seriously and said, "The early morning is the best time for superpowers to practice."

I was a little confused by his words, "Then are you cultivating immortals or urban supernatural powers now?"

Bai Ling continued to say to himself, "Chen Meng, you should also maintain good working and rest habits. I think your spiritual power has a lot to do with your usual lifestyle."

Qi Yunshen nodded with experience and looked at me with regret, "Listen carefully."

I gave him a blank look, "I was normal, but I became like this because of your appearance, right?" After saying that, I turned on the microwave, grabbed the bread and put it in my mouth, chewed it and then spit it in the trash can. It was so bad. When I looked carefully, it seemed that it was still hairy on it. It was obvious that I hadn't eaten bread for a long time, and I poured it all over without looking at it. I muttered, "Now it's the rising period of my career. I don't sleep early in the morning, so I can't have the energy to work in the afternoon."

Qi Feng exclaimed me, "A lottery shop doesn't require much physical or mental strength, right?"

I glared at him, "You talk too much, studying the trend of lottery does not require mental strength, and placing orders does not require physical strength. By the way, why are you here? How can you still know my address?"

Bai Ling smiled and said meaningfully, "Is it difficult for the research institute to check someone's address?"

I ignored Bai Ling's gaze and continued to pull the refrigerator to find food, "Don't look at me like this, I will think you are a distorted person."

Qi Feng came to me faintly and said, "Have you forgotten what happened today? Xiaobai has come to take you to the guild."

I was silent for a moment, of course I knew it, but it was a little too early, and asked tentatively, "Can you know another day?"

"Just leave, why are you still trying hard?" Qi Feng obviously lost the patience to talk to me and dragged me out. I looked helpless. Sure enough, his personality is different from Qi Yun, but his nature is still the same bad.

Bai Ling stood up and said calmly, "Don't worry, Chen Meng, just be yours first."

My veins suddenly burst out, "Don't worry, you sit down, why don't you open the door? Hey, don't pull me, can't I leave by myself?"

When I arrived downstairs, there was a silver-gray sports car parked at the door. Even a layman like me could see that the price started at least seven digits. Seeing Bai Ling take out the car keys, I was sure that it was not just a simple loss at the starting line. He had already circled the earth with the rocket in his arms for several laps.

I followed him, sat in the passenger seat, fastened my seat belt, and finally added seriously, "You can't be low-key. Come and pick me up in the future and ask me to change to Rolls-Royce, which is the kind that needs to be stripped."

Bai Ling didn't say anything, smiled at me, and set off on the accelerator gear. I was already looking forward to it. After all, I haven't been in a sports car for a long time, but it was not until I left the community that I realized what despair was. This bastard is completely opposite to Zhao Leichuan's driving method. People can drive a small electric donkey into an initial text. He dared to drive a good sports car into an electric donkey. The speed of the car is controlled within 40. The engine sounds deafening, but the speed is extremely slow. Even the bicycles beside him overtake one after another, which feels even more uncomfortable than constipation.

I couldn't help but say, "Do you dare to drive faster?"

"Don't dare." Bai Ling answered extremely decisively, "It's definitely right to drive with caution."

"Then you should change to a more low-key car. You didn't see the eyes of passers-by. How ridiculed it is? Can you bear it?"

Bai Ling said distractedly, "Who cares about the ideas of those Muggles?"

I suddenly had nothing to say, so I leaned against the car window and closed my eyes to rest. I probably don’t have many friends with Bai Ling’s urination.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!