Spirit Boss - 50. Staff (middle)

Wang Xiaoming got up from the ground, walked to Xiang Wenxun’s side, looked at it curiously for a long time, and said, “Does the heavenly text have auxiliary effects such as blessings and blessings? How long can it be retained? Is it like a game where you have to write it every other time. Once again? Will tattoos keep things longer.”

…

The corner of Barr’s mouth twitched, “No.”

“Ah? Nothing?” He asked so many questions, why is the answer so concise.

“No auxiliary effect.”

…

The main question was rejected, so the branch question became completely redundant.

“Who did you write to?” Wang Xiaoming was puzzled.

Barr: “…”

Xiang Wenxun touched his nose and said, “I’m eye-opening.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “By the way, are you not a fallen angel? Why are you writing heavenly texts, not hell texts?”

“Huh. The hell text invented by Lucifer just evolved from the heaven text, so I don’t bother to learn it.”

Wang Xiaoming would like to ask if you disdain to learn or can’t learn? But seeing Barr’s threatening gaze, he decided to rotten to death in his stomach.

“Tell him the new conditions I have decided.” Barr pointed to him arrogantly.

Wang Xiaoming pretended to be deaf and dumb.

“Otherwise I’ll strip you naked.” Barr threatened viciously.

“…” Wang Xiaoming clenched his buttons tightly.

“Writing heaven on you.” The threat continued.

Wang Xiaoming felt that the originally beautiful lines suddenly resembled caterpillars.

“Then hang to the gate of the silver pavilion.” The ultimate threat came out!

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and said to Xiang Wenxun, “He wants me and him to fall in love as soon as possible.” Even though he was threatened, he still bit the premise of Shi Feixia’s “You love me, I love you”. Hold on.

Xiang Wenxun raised his eyebrows, “Oh.”

Wang Xiaoming originally thought that even if Xiang Wenxun didn’t take three steps back after hearing it, he would at least show a surprised expression when he yelled at his nose, but he didn’t expect to accept it indifferently. But it is also true. Apart from knowing that his younger brother is a half-vampire, and his emotions are temporarily out of control, Wang Xiaoming seems to have not seen him change his face. He couldn’t help asking: “Mr Xiang, don’t you think it is weird?”

Xiang Wenxun smiled and said, “Everything Mr. Barr does has his truth.”

Before Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth, Barr said gloomily: “You dare to tell him about the Black Star Ball. The last time I arbitrarily said the five-meter distance, I haven’t settled it yet.”

Wang Xiaoming’s mouth immediately closed tighter than the locked safe.

“Although I don’t know the reason why Mr. Barr wants to fall in love with you, I am happy to help.” Xiang Wenxun thought for a while, walked to the bed, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and explained a long conversation. Walked back and said: “I have already asked for a leave for you. Tonight, you can enjoy the service of the Silver Pavilion.”

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In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t ask for leave. Falling in love is just a stopgap measure, you don’t need to act so fast.

Wang Xiaoming tried to communicate with Xiang Wenxun with his eyes.

However, Xiang Wenxun, who has always been considerate, said misleadingly this time: “It’s still early. It’s better to go back to your room and rest first with Mr. Barr. I’ll let the secretary bring the suit over in a while.”

“I don’t want to go back to the room!” Wang Xiaoming was very excited. Barr’s unexplained sneer came in his ear, and he pretended not to hear it.

Xiang Wenxun didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with his reaction, and said in a natural tone: “Or you can watch TV in the living room, and I’ll go to the study to take care of something.”

“Thank you.” Wang Xiaoming heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head, but he just met Barr’s smile.

The door of the study was closed after Xiang Wenxun entered.

Wang Xiaoming found sadly that the scene before him was still a lone man and another lone man alone—I wonder if the gender of the fallen angel is divided between males and females, or males and females, or…male and female? He shivered fiercely over his thoughts.

But what made him feel more shivering was the shorter and shorter distance between him and Baal.

“I’m looking forward to the arrangement tonight, uh, how about you?” He tried to smile as much as possible.

Barr broke his fingers and said slowly: “I think I seem to appreciate my previous proposal more.”

Wang Xiaoming jumped behind the sofa and looked at him timidly.

His look of fear reminded Barr of his previous atrocities, his temper was slightly reduced, and he fingered him: “Come here.”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head quickly.

Barr narrowed his eyes, and the anger that had just been suppressed came up again, “Go, come!”

Wang Xiaoming retreated quickly.

So Barr’s coming over became the past.

Wang Xiaoming watched his approaching figure and bounced against the wall like a frightened bird.

“Do you think there is still a place to hide?” Barr clasped his chest and peered at him condescendingly.

“If you can give way, I can run over there.” He answered honestly.

Barr reached out and grabbed his collar, lowered his head, leaned close to his lips, and said very slowly: “I am noble and noble, and I don’t think you are just a human being. What can you avoid?”

Wang Xiaoming said with open eyes: “I’m afraid the gap between us is too big…”

“Is there a big difference of five meters?”

“But you will change back someday.” Wang Xiaoming discovered that he felt sentimental about this fact.

This prediction made Barr very satisfied. He raised his eyebrows, “Can I understand it as, you don’t think you are worthy of me.”

“That’s what I meant!” If it wasn’t for him to get too close, Wang Xiaoming almost wanted to pat his thigh.

Barr stared at him and was silent for a long time before he said calmly: “I allow you to be my passerby.”

…

Passing by?

Wang Xiaoming wanted to hit the wall, “But I don’t want to.”

The evil spirit between Baal’s eyebrows began to condense again, “Don’t want to?”

Life and death matter is small, chastity matter is big, Wang Xiaoming’s courage to give up is coming again, “I only want to find someone in my life and love him forever!”

The hand holding his collar slowly let go, and then pressed to the side of his face, “Are you confessing?” The corner of Barr’s mouth rose slightly.

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What does this have to do with confession?

Wang Xiaoming wanted to force the tears out of his eyes.

Barr looked at his face for a while, and muttered: “Look at you carefully, it’s not that ugly.”

…

Since childhood, although not many people say that he is good-looking, no one has said that he is ugly.

Wang Xiaoming tried hard to squeeze tears.

In Barr’s eyes, this expression was a complete confession of failure. The tears in his heart were like a sea, but he couldn’t shed grief and anger. So he said in a charitable tone: “Anyway, you won’t live long, so I’ll be reluctant to confess your confession.” .”

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What does it mean that he can’t live long? No, why did he agree to his confession?

Wang Xiaoming’s eyes suddenly widened.

Barr suddenly straightened up and solemnly said: “Although my time is precious, for the sake of your decision to be loyal to me for the rest of your life, I am willing to maintain a lover relationship with you for the rest of your life…until you die.”

Wang Xiaoming stared at the completely westernized handsome face blankly, and did not recover for a long time.

He always thought that with his personality, he couldn’t find a partner who would really spend his life.

He always thought that he had done the most in his life, and the longest thing he insisted on was secret love.

He always thought that after his death, all his inheritance would be donated to charity. Because no one will come to send it off, and no relatives will keep in touch with him.

He had been thinking about many things, but he did not think that he would actually know a fallen angel, and he also promised to live with himself for the rest of his life.

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It’s a lifetime.

The tears that hadn’t been squeezed out for a long time suddenly fell.

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyes desperately, and then his hand was grasped by the other hand.

“I hope you are crying with joy.” Barr’s always high voice sounded.

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly wanted to plunge into his arms.

“Did you hear anything?” Barr turned his heels and walked outside the bedroom door.

Wang Xiaoming shook his figure twice, stopped his body, wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and then followed up and said, “What sound…” He heard it.

It was a very slight impact, one and one, very regular.

Barr sneered, “Does it sound like a person knocking on a coffin with his forehead?”

Wang Xiaoming stunned, “Coffin? Mr. Xiang’s younger brother?”

Barr clasped his chest and said: “I now know why his house is leaking.” It turned out to be an excuse to move in, and if there is anything to do, I can directly ask him for help.

Wang Xiaoming was surprised and asked, “Could it be that Mr. Xiang’s brother missed it?”

…

Barr thought that after he agreed to take over Wang Xiaoming, there must be a lot of bad guys very depressed, because they lost an excellent target for deception.

The door of the study opened suddenly.

Xiang Wenxun hurried out, “I have something to go to the hospital.”

“What happened?” Wang Xiaoming asked.

“Tao Le is in the hospital.”

“Ah? Why? Alcoholism?”

Xiang Wenxun said with a calm face: “I was beaten into the hospital.”

…

Could it be that Shao Jie made an unbearable move?

Wang Xiaoming felt that there was an emotion in his heart called gloating.

“Mr. Zhang.” Xiang Wenxun said, “You have also seen it.”

It was not until he came out of Room 305 that Wang Xiaoming remembered that the so-called Mr. Zhang was the middle-aged man he had seen with Young Master Jie on the first day he came to the silver hall to apply for the application. Later he said he wanted to buy him, but he was pushed down the stairs by Barr.

“Why does that person want to play Tao Le?” Wang Xiaoming thought of Jie Shao, “Is it jealous?”

Baldao: “Are you still thinking about taking care of other people’s affairs?”

“It’s not someone else’s business,” Wang Xiaoming worried. “How did he fall when I was pushed down the stairs that day without taking it off? If he remembers it, wouldn’t I…” The following words disappeared. In Barr’s stern eyes.

“Are you worried that he will do something to you?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

“…” Barr gritted his teeth, “Do you think I am dead?”

As the lover of a fallen angel-and also traverses heaven and hell… only occasionally meets the lover of the fallen angel of the opponent, he is actually afraid of human beings. And it’s a human who can only roll stairs…

He stared at Wang Xiaoming with an innocent look, and suddenly regretted not choking him to death last time.