"No, I'm sure." Bai Chunian raised his face, "Satan has predicted all the possibilities of this matter for me, no matter who stops me, it's useless."

Rimbaud raised his eyelids slightly: "Divination of different futures... that requires at least A3 level to do it."

"He can do it if I'm here." Bai Chunian gritted his teeth and forced a smile, "The elephantless stalker made an alibi for me at the Aphid City Fishing Festival, and the reptile and Duan Yang made me an invasion replica chip and took it Taking the chip will destroy all the data left there, and no one will know that I did it."

"Crazy." Rimbaud forcefully threw off a ruler, "You don't know what you're thinking these days, and you pestered me just to make me fall asleep and slip out in the middle of the night. You lied to me, I'm very disappointed."

"Give it back to me." Lan Bo grabbed the spar collar on Bai Chunian's neck. When the collar touched his fingertips, it melted back to the shape of a dead sea rock and took it back into his hands, "Because I gave you this, you It will just mess around.”

Bai Chunian grabbed his wrist and prevented him from taking it back, his eyes widened: "No, don't take this away."

Lan Bo shook off his hand, raised the spar ring ruler and swiped it on Bai Chunian's hand, and drew blood marks on Bai Chunian's body several times. A layer of cold sweat broke out, and her eyelashes were wet.

"Don't you hurt?" Bai Chunian lowered his head, water droplets hung on the tip of his nose, and whispered in a trembling voice, "I was born in a cultivation base, I don't care how they torture me and train me, but they treat you like that. No, it's damn, even if the president knows they're going to fire me, I'll kill them. If you don't hurt me, I'll hurt, I can't sleep or eat, I can't accept it, will Christians allow others to trample on Jesus? Me too Same, it's out of control at all. And my little white fish, no more, they rudely threw it on the ground and took CT images, so how can there be a way to survive. I haven't had enough, they all Can't live."

Rimbaud took a few shallow breaths and stopped.

Bai Chunian looked up at him, clear and free of impurities.

"Go wash up." Rimbaud turned his back to him.

Bai Chunian got up with difficulty, and limped into the bathroom, leaning against the wall.

Rimbaud wiped off the nacreous particles oozing out of the corners of his eyes, climbed onto the bed in the bedroom, and pretended to sleep on his side. didn't sleep in the fish tank this time.

After a while, Bai Chunian came back from the bath and quietly walked to the bedside. Seeing that Lan Bo was already asleep, he squeezed lightly.

It was obvious that the bed behind Lanbo was bigger, so Bai Chunian had to squeeze into Lanbo's arms, buried his head in his chest, hunched over, and slowly closed his eyes.

He hadn't slept peacefully for so many days, his body was already overwhelmed with exhaustion, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart, sniffing the faint smell on Rimbaud's body, and lost consciousness groggy.

Rimbaud opened his eyes slightly and gently rubbed the alpha's hair buried in his arms.

He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, slowly pressed the keys, found the camera function, and unskillfully took a picture of Bai Chunian, who was asleep in his arms.

The damage caused by the Dead Sea Heart Rock to the experimental body cannot be quickly healed. At this time, Bai Chunian's body was all scars left by the ruler, which looked very serious.

Rimbaud slowly dialed the number, found Yan Yi's name, stretched out a forefinger and pressed letter by letter a little awkwardly, and edited a sentence: "I beat him. The bones were broken three times."

Then post the photo.

Chapter 172

That same morning, Yan Yi didn't go to work either. He kept watch on the computer at home and kept an eye on the news headlines until the first news about the burning of the cultivation base in Hongli City appeared. Saying that the extreme weather thunderstorms that occurred once in a thousand years in the early morning were the root cause of the bombing of the cultivation base, Yan Yi stretched his shoulders and told the technical department to keep an eye on the media reports and closed the computer.

Lu Shangjin takes a rare vacation, leaning on the sofa to watch TV news, and various news stations are also reporting major events in Hongli City.

"..." Lu Shangjin took a sip of water, "This kid, he went off to do something big without saying a word. When I brought him back, you insisted that he was a secret agent. Look, he can cause trouble just like our rabbit balls. , he has such a careful mind and wants to follow me to learn how to run a company early in the morning, and his talent is wasted."

"Follow you to learn how to hide a knife in Vanity Fair's illusory and Wei Shexiao, he is indeed a little infected with your temperament." Yan Yi poured a glass of milk, sat next to Lu Shangjin, and Lu Shangjin put his arm around his shoulder: "That's a bad thing to say, I I really like to hear it.”

"But it's true that Rimbaud's experience is difficult for that kid to accept. If you want to come to Xiaobai, who also came from a training base, he may suffer no less than Rimbaud. But after all, he violated the rules this time, what are you going to do?"

"I'm still thinking about it." Yan Yi stared at the picture of the ruins collapsing after being burned down in the news, "But someone has to do this, even if it's not him, it will be a secret agent. It's just that his methods are too cruel, and he must I can rest assured when I grind my heart."

Lu Shangjin laughed: "I'm doing very well here. The research institute's goods should not be able to go out for a while. The experimental body consumes a lot of resources, and production reduction is inevitable. Sooner or later, they will start to sell. In addition, the red raccoon breeding base has been wiped out, making it worse, nibbling is more uncomfortable than swallowing a whale, Ailian should have already realized it."

In the afternoon, Yan Yi went to the bathroom to take a bath, Lu Shangjin called Lu Yan, and only got in touch after several transfers. He hadn't seen each other for several days, and he was always panicking.

Yan Yi's cell phone on the table rang, Lu Shangjin stopped by while on the phone and took a look, and found that the sender was actually Lan Bo.

"What are three broken." Lu Shangjin clicked on the picture and looked at it.

The photo is quite dark. Xiaobai was lying on the bed in a coma, with no clothes on. His face was covered in red and bleeding wounds. It was neither a scratch nor a gunshot wound. Good guy, it was Rimbaud who gave him a beating..

"I'm talking," Lu Shangjin picked up the phone and went to the bathroom, "Look, your son was beaten by a fish."