Magic Punk

Xuan Yi opened his eyes in his deep sleep, and the room was still brightly lit.

This place was different from the wooden house where he had lived for many years. Night there was night and day was day.

In the four corners of this neat and new room, eternal magical flames burn. These flames are smokeless and dirt-free, and even have no temperature. They simply release light. They are the pinnacle of ancient magical attainments. Even today, they are still used by most people. The standard lighting method used by Star City nobles, because fundamentally speaking, it has only one drawback, that is, it is troublesome and expensive to maintain.

But this shortcoming can be called an advantage in the eyes of many people.

It was dark outside the window of the quiet room. It was night and there were lights in the night.

It's just that this is not a city that never sleeps like the business district. In fact, strictly speaking, the palace district is more peaceful and dark at night, because Star City is essentially a retro and conservative land that still advocates a bright night sky without light pollution.

Xuan Yi actually didn't know how long he slept, but he knew that he must have slept for a long time, because he was very energetic now and a little hungry.

This is his quiet room and the place of retreat. There is enough clean water, but there is no tea, no wine, let alone other food.

But Xuan Yi was not anxious at all. He quietly got up, tore off a piece of hard note paper on the low table, and wrote two simple words on it.

"Meal delivery."

There was a square metal area sunken down beside his low table. The note disappeared without a trace a moment after he put it on it. Then Xuan Yi remained motionless, holding the black iron ring in his right hand and silently counting ten numbers.

After counting to ten, several toasted, golden and crispy buns jumped out from there together with the plate.

Next is grilled lamb with sauce, lettuce salad, a plate of seafood sushi, two slices of watermelon, half of a purple pomelo that has been cut, a pot of hot tea and a pot of water. and a pot of coffee.

There are two ways to supply food to Xuan Yi in retreat. The first is a more grand meal delivered at breakfast, lunch and dinner. It is delivered directly to the room through fixed slide rails. Xuan Yi puts it back after using it. When you go back, someone will collect and clean it after the meal. Of course, if you haven't eaten, the result will be the same.

In addition, there is this kind of small kitchen with 24-hour shifts. A meal is cooked every half hour and placed in the thermal cabinet waiting for the call to walk. If it were not for walking, such a meal would have been a reward. The command will be discarded directly after half an hour instead of being allocated by itself.

Of course, there is almost no chance that the forty-eight snacks will be noticed on this day, but this is the only value of their existence. If there is a suitable waste indicator, then these snacks are sent to the stomachs of family members instead of swill buckets. On the contrary, it will cause some unsafe risks.

At its simplest, they will at least tend to make snacks that they like to eat, rather than those that walking adults like.

And such a simple waste is an acceptable and insignificant flaw for a walker.

Xuan Yi calmly broke open the buns, which were still a little hot in his hands and were golden on the outside and soft on the inside. He sandwiched the lamb meat inside and poured some grapefruit juice on it to relieve the greasiness.

It has been a long time since he has cooked by himself. Even if Xuan Yi really has such interest, his cooking skills are completely inferior to those of these cooks who have been trained since childhood. Nowadays, his skills are mostly in the pharmacy. Play, not on the chopping board.

Xuan Yizhi has only been walking for half a month, and he has actually adapted to the walking life.

After all, the sweet taste of power is something that no one who has tasted it can let go of. It is the most delicious taste in the world.

However, this may be the last day of walking that I do.

Those cooks finally no longer have to experience the fear of being dominated by themselves.

A faint smile appeared on Xuan Yi's lips, and he had already found the weapon Jiao Yue had prepared for him in his ring. Of course, correspondingly, the potions as reward had also disappeared.

Because that was originally the trading area reserved in the Black Iron Ring.

He stuffed toast into his mouth and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

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When Xuan Yi walked out of the door of his quiet room, he unexpectedly found that there were no guards guarding the place as usual.

Of course, he is not under house arrest. There is only one person in the entire Star City who is qualified to put him under house arrest. These people are more to prevent certain people from breaking into it, but it is actually very abnormal for them not to be here.

"Are you out?" The man not far away looked at Xuan Yi and said calmly: "Master Xing."

Xing Jizhi was wearing the same black uniform as that day, instead of the heavier and more elegant walking deacon's attire.

He stood under the night, completely silent and you could hardly notice him.

And when he spoke, Xuan Yi understood why those guards were missing.

Because in this walking official residence, it is not him who is responsible for giving orders most of the time, but the walking deacon he randomly selected in front of him.

Even if Xuan Yi was picky ten times over and over again, he had to admit that Xing Jizhi had done an impeccable job in the past ten days.

Xuan Yi nodded, but didn't want to say any unnecessary words to him. Although he was sorry, there were too many people in the world that Xuan Yi should apologize to, and Xing Jizhi was not even on the list. He walked straight forward, but Xing Jizhi blocked his path and never made any intention to get out of the way.

"What do you mean?" Xuan Yi looked at the silver-haired man in front of him, just like he did when he stopped his car on the street that night.

But then and now, the identities of the two people have changed.

"I don't mean anything else." Xing Jizhi said calmly: "I just hope that Master Xing will not leave this official residence tonight."

Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows dangerously: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"You mean I'm under house arrest?"

Xing Jizhi nodded silently: "You can think so."

"What do you mean, Star Lord?" Xuan Yi looked at the other party meaningfully: "Or do you really understand what you are doing?"

Xing Jizhi shook his head: "It's because I humble myself."

"And I understand what I'm doing."

"Everything you have is given to you by me." Xuan Yi smiled angrily: "I know that if you are willing, you can indeed stop me for one night."

"But after one night, everything you once owned will disappear, and your body will be found in a stinking ditch."

"I remember you had a nice fiancée. I hope I won't see him crying in front of your body."

Xing Jizhi shook his head calmly. He quietly showed his left ring finger, where there was a small silver ring: "We got married two days ago, while you were in retreat."