Guo Zhibo, who was still playing the group book, was caught on the bed by Quan fake.

"What will happen if you wait for a while when you're almost finished?" Guo Zhibo shouted.

"You can beat it first, I'll tell her the last time you stole Junko instant noodles." Quan Fei said.

Guo Zhibo immediately fell on the bed: "Don't, brother, I'll do it now, please hurry up."

"Why does it sound so disgusting... Yu Haipeng should have started to unbutton his pants when he heard this?" Quan Fei joked.

Guo Zhibo raised his middle finger at him, then sat down on the head of the bed. When the corner of his mouth was raised, the familiar black phantom appeared on the top of Haipeng's head - he leaned against the headboard behind him.

"Then - who will be my customer this time?"

The familiar words of the recipe, the empty hoarse sound of the phantom sounded, Quan Fei lit a cigarette and replied, "I."

"So-what do you want?"

"Resurrect my companion Yu Haipeng."

The phantom did not answer immediately. The dark and deep body was filled with sharp black light that was hard to notice. After a few seconds, it stretched out a hand, and a faint white mist rose from its hand. You could vaguely see the bust of a short-haired boy with a beautiful face and a birthmark on his neck floating in the fog.

The mist gradually became thicker, and Yu Haipeng's bust became clearer. When Quan Fei could fully see Yu Haipeng's appearance in the fog, the phantom's voice sounded again: "Is this the human you are talking about?"

"yes."

"Let me calculate—"

"Stop forget it, every time I do this, I have to pretend to be x... Just the two lying on the ground, one life plus forty years of life, you can watch it yourself." Quan Fei waved his hand quickly and pointed to the "milk" No. 17 and No. 3 lying on the ground.

The phantom seemed to be stunned by Quan Fei's statement, and after a few seconds, he said: "Meet the requirements - do you agree to this transaction?"

The phantom asked the two people lying on the ground, but only No. 17 was awake, and No. 3 was still lying on the ground and unconscious. Quan Fei squatted down and poked half of the cigarette on No. 3's forehead, which made No. 3 wake up in pain.

"Then whoever you agree to his request will be free." Quan Fei took out a lighter to reignite the extinguished cigarette butt, and then said to No. 17.

"What...what does it mean? Are you going to let me die? This is different from what you promised!" No. 17 was shocked and angry, lying on the ground, pointing at Quan Fei with a trembling finger, "You demons! I will not make such a ridiculous deal!"

"Really, I began to sympathize with you when you shouted so hard that I was weak," Quan Fei sneered and shook his head with his eyes closed, then opened his eyes and looked at the weak but indignant No. 17 on the ground and said, "Hey, man, the 'liberation' I mentioned was not letting you go. If you have no connection with someone like you step into this place, there is no possibility of going out alive.

But because of your courage just now, I won’t let you die in vain—isn’t it? I’m still very human.”

No. 17 relieved his anger a little, but he was scared and sweated in the next second. All of these were seen by Quan Fei.

"Then you can go back now and go back to the room just now. You can choose to escape, but I don't think you will climb down the iron ladder well, nor do you think you run out of the gate with this kind of body when someone downstairs." Quan Fei threw the cigarette on his mouth that had been lit twice on the abdomen of No. 3, who was not very awake, and the pain caused No. 3 to mourn again. Looking at No. 17's gradually desperate eyes, Quan Fei wrapped his hands around his chest and shook his head, "Go out, do you still want me to send you?"

"No, no, don't let me go back to that room!" No. 17 suddenly collapsed and shouted hysterically, "I agree, can I agree?"

"There is no medicine for regret in the world, man. If you can regret it, you may have a happy family now." Quan Fei said sarcastically.

"No! Brother, no, grandpa, please let me die directly..." No. 17 struggled to climb over and hugged Quan Fei's calves and howled, but Quan Fei raised his other leg and kicked the crying guy aside.

"Why is it so noisy?" The door was opened, and a little head with a sharp-cornered nightcap came in. It was a sleepy little girl with orange hair.

The little girl walked in, stepped on the foot of the bear slippers and stepped over No. 17, who was lying on the ground and cried, stretched out her soft little hand and hugged Quan Puppet's thighs, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Brother max, what's wrong? This uncle cried loudly, and woke up Defeier..."

"This uncle wants to regret it when he did something wrong. Brother is teaching him a lesson." Quan Fei, who has never had much feelings, actually showed a doting smile and helped the girl named Dai Feier to tidy up her nightcap. The latter opened her cute big eyes wide and asked curiously: "What did he do wrong? Is the brother going to kill him?"

"Of course not," Quan Fei did not feel anything about Defeier's shocking question, but replied patiently: "Actually, it was his brother who wanted him to use his life to save Brother Yu Haipeng. As a result, he didn't want to. I just wanted to respect his opinion. I didn't expect that this uncle would actually go back on his word. Then how could I agree to him!"

Dai Feier nodded half-understanding, and her small face bulged: "It's so too much! This uncle not only regrets, but also quarrels at Dai Feier to sleep! Brother, don't let this uncle die!"

No. 17, who was crying on the ground, cried and shouting at her mother, immediately fainted when he heard this.

"Okay, listen to Xiao Daifei'er's words." Quan Fei picked up Daifei'er, then pointed to the trembling No. 3 on the other side: "Then Daifei'er, this brother also wants to help Brother Yu's resurrection. Do you agree?"

The smiling Quan Fei turned his head and glanced coldly at No. 3 on the ground. The latter had already woken up. When he heard the miserable appearance of No. 17, he couldn't help but speak in fear: "Yes...yes, I...will help!"

"This big brother is such a good person! Dai Feier wants to reward him with a lollipop!" Dai Feier jumped out of Quan Fei's arms, ran to her room and took a strawberry-flavored lollipop on No. 3's hand.

Quan Puppet helped No. 3 peel off the candy paper and stuffed the lollipop into No. 3's mouth: "Eat it, this is the last sweetness in your life."

The taste of No. 3 has long deteriorated because of the "food" provided by the dark hymn, but this lollipop made him cry, and the slight sweetness came from the tip of his tongue that made him unable to extricate himself: I don't know how long it took, how long it took for me to taste such delicious things...

No. 3 was immersed in a taste world with only a trace of sweetness. After the phantom was affirmed by No. 3, he extended his arm and pierced into No. 3's body. A large white mist was pulled out. No. 3 died happily with a lollipop in his arms in his eyes.

"Then - there is still a lifespan of forty years. Do you want this person to trade? He has agreed just now." The phantom pointed to the coma No. 17.

"Go." Quan Fei replied.

The white fog ball was also taken out from No. 17's body, but it was a little smaller than No. 3's. With the balance of the balance, the deal was also reached. The mist reflected in Yu Haipeng's bust flew out from the window of the room and flew towards Jindao City at an extremely fast speed.

"Okay, little Daifeier, go to bed. Brother, if you want to think about how to deal with this unyielding uncle, it seems that he is not dead yet." Quan Fei pinched Daifeier's cute little face, and the latter nodded obediently, stretched out his little arm to ask Quan Fei for a hug.

Quan Fei smiled and carried Dai Fei'er away from the room. After Guo Zhibo woke up, he saw two unconscious guys lying on the ground. He looked at the picture of "failure to attack" on the computer, and shouted angrily: "max! Go to death for me! Grass mud horse!!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!