Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Wei Jingke looked at Meng Fu, in the state of taking a position, his eyes were not wary.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and even the city center was extremely quiet. Wei Jingke had to be careful about Meng Fu appearing here.

Su Di has not been awake, and the mechanism in his body is getting worse.

Recently, many people have learned that Su Di is critically ill, and many people are rushing to hope to be Su Di's savior, but now even Luo Lao and Feng Shenyu have no choice. Even a yellow-mouthed child dares to lie in falsehoods, how can Wei Jingke not go too far? !

It's just that Wei Jingke just finished saying this, a warm voice came from behind, "Wei Jingke, pick it up, and apologize."

Wei Jingke turned his head, and it was Su Cheng who spoke.

Standing beside him was Old Doctor Luo, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and the other behind his back, as if talking to Old Doctor Luo.

Seeing him like this, Wei Jingke panicked, "Brother Cheng, she, she just..."

"Pick it up, don't let me say it a third time." Su Cheng seemed to turn his eyes away absent-mindedly, but Wei Jingke touched his dark and cold eyes, and the hair on his back blew up.

Wei Jingke pursed his lips, and without saying anything, he picked up the glass bottle from the trash can and knocked it on the table.

"Miss Meng, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." He lowered his head, his voice of apology was buzzing.

Su Cheng twirled the Buddhist beads and dunzhu in his hand, and pushed his glasses with the other hand. Before he had a chance to answer Meng Fu, he said to Wei Jingke gently: "Wei Jingke, pack up your things immediately and go back to the capital."

It has only been a few minutes since Su Cheng appeared.

Wei Jingke raised his head suddenly, he looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng still had the appearance of the unworldly young man, gentle as jade, obviously smiling, but Wei Jingke caught a glimpse of the deep coldness in his smiling eyes.

Wei Jingke didn't say anything, just pursed his lips, and walked out of Su Di's room with his head down.

Old Doctor Luo didn't say anything from beginning to end, just looked at Wei Jingke and shook his head.

After Wei Jingke left, Old Doctor Luo shook his head and comforted Meng Fu, "Miss Meng, don't mind, this Young Master Wei is sick."

Meng Fu squeezed her wrist, she tilted her head, looked at Old Doctor Luo, her beautiful peach eyes narrowed a little, and snorted: "Otherwise, why am I still talking to you here?"

But Fan Wei Jingke was a normal person, Meng Fu had already gone up to have a meal with him.

In the early years, the master taught her not to bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. She is not a good person in the traditional sense, but she remembers what the master said,

Old doctor Luo didn't know why.

Su Cheng smiled, eyes half down, "Go, I'll take you back to rest."

The two leave.

Old doctor Luo was surprised, but he was not idle, recording Su Di's data.

Several precision instruments in the room suddenly beeped several times.

Old Doctor Luo pushed down his glasses, looked at the new data displayed on it, his wrinkled face was full of astonishment, "This...how is it possible..."

"What's the matter?" Wei Jingke, who packed up his bag and was about to leave, heard the sound and hurried in.

"The power in Mr. Su Di's body has been controlled, but the new treatment plan I discussed with Miss Feng has not yet started, and even if it starts, it will not be effective so quickly..." Luo Lao said here, his eyes touched the medicine on the table. The glass bottle suddenly stopped.

Walked straight to the table, picked up the glass bottle, opened the cap and took a sniff.

The whole person turned pale with shock, "This, this..."

Wei Jingke shifted his gaze, and found something wrong at this moment: "Old Luo, you..."

"This perfume is not bluesy, and definitely has the level of bluesy, at least 27% utilization rate!" Luo Lao put the lid on, and he looked at Wei Jingke, and said firmly.

After staying up for two days, the dizzy Wei Jingke suddenly woke up: "A utilization rate of 27%? Only those people on the Skynet leaderboard can make it? Are you right?"

Speaking of this, Wei Jingke was stunned by himself. He remembered that Mr. Luo was also one of the vice presidents of the Fragrance Association of the Beijing Association, and his ability to taste spices was definitely not wrong.

Therefore, Wei Jingke looked at the glass bottle in Lao Luo's hand, "She actually gave it to Su Di with a purity of more than 27%..."

Everyone has a breath in their body. People in the ancient martial arts circle used this power for their own use through ancient books, but the power is too overbearing and requires external forces to coordinate, otherwise it will hurt the internal organs. The best way to adjust it is to mix it with medicine of spices.

As a result, a profession, the perfumer, was born.

Perfumers can not only adjust the strength in their bodies, some powerful perfumers can achieve medical effects through the fusion of spices and medicines, and top perfumers can also prolong life and other auxiliary benefits...

But it is too difficult to become this kind of perfumer. Not only is there talent in perfumery, but also rich knowledge of pharmacology, so it is rare to be called this kind of perfumer.

Every perfumer has been wooed by powerful forces.

Perfumers are also graded. The higher the purity of the drug, the more useful the spice. The entry level is 10% purity.

Most perfumers are at 10%-20% purity, more than 30% is the best.

The blues is the ultimate product with less than 30% damage.

In the past two years, the blues spices that have been circulating in the market suddenly disappeared, and the ancient martial arts world in the capital was almost in chaos. Spices with a purity of 30% were extremely rare, let alone the disappearance of blues in the past two years, let alone 30%, even 25% The % Skynet port is also hard to find.

It is no exaggeration to describe it with sky-high prices.

Hearing Luo Lao said that Meng Fu used something of this level for Su Di, his eyes were deeply horrified, "She used such a precious spice for Su Di so casually..."

Obviously she heard that Su Di was in a coma at the time, so she went to participate in the competition without saying anything...

Thinking of this, after staying up for two days and nights, Wei Jingke, who was not clear in his mind, suddenly woke up, and finally understood why Su Cheng just drove him out of T City.

"So, that's why she said she was treating Su Di just now, didn't she say it was a lie?" Wei Jingke asked, in fact, she didn't need Luo Lao to answer, if she could just give Su Di the things that are family heirlooms, she would definitely not What kind of drama will you pretend to be.

Thinking of this, Wei Jingke forced a smile, then turned his head to look at the trash can, full of fear, he almost broke the glass bottle just now, but luckily the glass bottle was not broken.

Otherwise...

Wei Jingke felt that his apology with death was not enough.

**

Meng Fu went home and fell asleep, only to be woken up by a call from Mr. Jiang at one o'clock the next afternoon.

Mr. Jiang naturally congratulated her for getting the spot in the final, but the voice was too excited and kept blowing her ears.

Meng Fu put the phone on the table, turned on the external voice, and let old man Jiang talk all by himself.

"Fu'er, you already have six million fans," Mr. Jiang coughed, pretending to be calm, "In just seven days, you have increased by two million. Can you give me some more autographs? I want to send them to me just now. The little sisters I know."

Meng Fu: "..."

Mr. Jiang still said to himself, "She is your station sister, she said she would forward the lottery, I will send her a few gifts, your autographed photo will do, don't forget, I will go surfing again. "

He said and hung up the phone.

Mr. Jiang, who hung up the phone, sent a private message to the little sister he met at the scene last time - [Son, you are still a student, so don't smoke such expensive things, I will send you something tomorrow. 】

The little sister hadn't returned yet, so Mr. Jiang was not in a hurry, and told the little nurse beside him to find him as soon as the little sister returned.

Here, Meng Fu's residence.

Meng Fu looked at the phone that Mr. Jiang hung up, and was silent for a minute. Then he clicked on the search page and searched for the entry of "Sister Zhan".

It was not until a phone call from Zhao Fan that she woke up.

"It's your door, open the door, why are you only answering the phone now?" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Fu let out an "ah", she walked to the door with heavy steps, opened the door ahead of time, and fell into confusion: "Why is my grandpa still more fashionable than me?"

Zhao Fan dragged his suitcase in, closed the door, and wondered while changing his shoes: "What's wrong, what's wrong with your grandpa?"

Meng Fu explained it again.

After listening to the explanation, Zhao Fan: "..." You, t, m, still have the guts to ask?

I have been an artist for two years, but I don't even understand these things?

"Okay," Zhao Fan felt that he had a long way to go, "I'll talk to you about the business first, one is that the Pigeon Newspaper will do a special interview for you, and the other is "A Day of a Star", the director decided to create a special program for you , that is to say, just like Sheng Jun in the previous issue, launch an event centered on your life!"

According to the coffee position, Meng Fu is definitely not worthy of the director's special issue for her.

But this time, Meng Fu's popularity was too high. It had been a day, and the popularity of Weibo hadn't dropped yet.

All the major websites and small videos are frantically watching her videos, the first final spot in five years, Meng Fu really deserves to be the topic of this time.

So after careful consideration, the director of "A Day of the Star" wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to develop a program for Meng Fu.

"I think this way. You can't rush this live broadcast. The director team hopes that you can invite other guests to appear on the scene. Last time, Sheng Jun invited the teacher from the Painting Association. She played very loudly in that episode. If possible, I hope You can consider starting from Jiang's house." Zhao Fan put the contract in front of Meng Fu, and said, "Because you have to arrange accommodation for the other three guests, your shabby place is definitely not good, as for the personnel, your grandfather or your father will do." , and your grandfather or something, it will definitely turn the world upside down when it comes out."

Meng Fu came back to his senses, without even thinking about it, "No."

"Why?" Zhao Fan didn't understand, "Then where are you going? It's not impossible for the program team to arrange for you, but the audience will definitely be able to figure it out..."

"No program group," Meng Fu looked at the price given by the director, signed his name, and didn't lift his head: "My hometown."

hometown?

Zhao Fan vaguely recalled Meng Fu's hometown, the nameless mountain city.

"You...are you serious?" Seeing Meng Fu's calm expression, Zhao Fan couldn't help but pause, "How can a mountain city have your grandfather and them to watch?"

**

It will be on the shelves on the 12th, and the monthly pass can be kept for me. Then, do you have any ideas about the surroundings of the shelves?

Currently there are notebooks, support hats, and customized mugs