The Bald Monk in the City

"...Isabella found a ticket to the Starhill Space-Time Corridor in her treasure house yesterday. Would you like to go see it together?"

In Emma's hut, Emma, ​​who was drinking black tea and eating some snacks and enjoying the wonderful tea time, suddenly thought of something, then looked at Yi Qiu and said.

"Tomorrow is the last day of this month. It is estimated that your copy of this month's CD has been cleaned up long ago. Don't you consider giving yourself a day off?"

While talking, Emma threw Yi Qiu the size of a small card, and Yi Qiu casually accepted it as an invitation letter.

On the title page, there is a hot stamping of the invitation letter of the Starhill Space-Time Corridor. When Yi Qiu opened it, it gained a volume that was twice the original size, and the content on it was transformed from the original text information into a A memorial image record of the Starhill Space-Time Corridor.

"A very delicate little thing."

Yi Qiu tried to continue to open it. As a result, the invitation letter, which was originally only the size of a small card, became bigger, and the map of Starhill Space-Time Corridor began to appear on it.

The Starhill Space-Time Corridor is the only thing left in a dead plane. Under the interference of the legendary plane information book-Chibport, a corridor carrying wonderful power has been formed.

In the corridor, people can see the things they desire deep in their hearts through the twinkling crystal walls, or the answers they are searching for.

It may not be so precise, but it can certainly soothe people's hearts and give guidance to a certain extent.

In general, it is a good place for entertainment for many comprehensive network players.

For comprehensive network players, entertainment venues that can be versatile are relatively rare.

In addition to drinking enthusiasts, such as pubs, its functions for comprehensive network players are more to provide a platform for friends to talk about the mountains and talk about scandals.

"But I don't think it suits me well-maybe it will be blank in my eyes?"

After getting a general understanding of the Starhill Space-Time Corridor, Yi Qiu looked at Emma and said.

"Maybe? Who knows? But to be honest, I'm curious."

Emma took a sip of black tea and chatted with Yi Qiu one after another.

"So, your plans for tomorrow?"

The beginning of the month is the time for the canyon race to officially begin, and in a few days they will be ready to participate in the sea elections.

Although it is only a sub-competition area and the target group of players is relatively rare, as a large-scale event open to all comprehensive network players, in terms of the vastness of the multiverse and the number of comprehensive network players, it is enough to accumulate a very large digital.

In a sense, this is also the reason why a large-scale event often needs to use years as the time limit for the event.

"I'm going to try this..."

Yi Qiu took out an ominous thing, which was an invitation letter from Purgatory Moonlight.

But at this moment, Yi Qiu suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in his plane consciousness.

"how?"

Although Yi Qiu's expression remained in his usual state, Emma was aware of something through the ceaseless movement.

"It seems that there are guests..."

Yi Qiu raised his head, then a golden light instantly filled his eyes...

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"Tick, tick..."

Xin'an scratched his greasy head. There was always a dripping sound in the toilet next door recently, but when he drank too much water, he went to the toilet.

At the time, I checked by the way but nothing was wrong.

Maybe the faucet is the problem?

Xin An didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, he would only go to bed after he got tired from playing, and he didn't have to consider the impact of the sound of water on his sleep.

However, in recent days, the sound of water has become louder and louder. It may be that the rusty area of ​​the faucet has become more serious over time.

Xin'an felt that if he had to eat tomorrow, he would go to the property next to him and send someone to fix it.

Although you can make phone calls, Xin'an doesn't bother to spend time and energy on these things during entertainment time.

With this time, I can push a group book or play a few strokes...

"This is life..."

Xin An lay lazily on the recliner he had used his own pillows as a cushion, touching his increasingly round belly and sighed.

Single college dogs in the winter and summer vacations always have enough time to splurge and splurge.

"Nothing..."

Looking at the recorded information picked up by the game character after the dungeon boss was printed in ink under the control of an automatic script that was purchased with a lot of pocket money, Xin An mumbled depressedly.

Some people use this automatic script to place a large number of game characters for profit, but Xin'an is not like that, he just simply doesn't bother to control...

"Tick, tick, tick..."

At this time, the sound of the water in the toilet next door became more and more urgent, even if it was a salty fish like Xin'an, I had to get up and take a look.

After all, if there is a lot of water leakage, maybe he needs to spend more time to mop the floor...

The cabin that Xin'an rents is not large, except for his own bedroom, there is only one toilet, but for a single dog, this area is enough for him to be chic~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Moreover, Xin'an doesn't clap your hands. Entertainment, his only hobby is playing games and reading novels. It is a very standard salted fish.

Just after Xin An wiped his face that was a little oily from looking at the computer screen for a long time, he opened the old-fashioned door of the toilet:

"squeak……"

It seems that old-fashioned wooden doors always have some unavoidable friction sounds, which makes people sound a little hairy, but Xin'an doesn't care.

After all, the ghosts in this world are not terrible, the terrible thing is poverty...

The light in the toilet was shining brightly. Although the fund chain was broken because of the recent "ding" of a few trumpets, Xin'an still didn't care about the electricity bill.

After all, light can always bring more warmth and security...

The lights in Xin'an toilets were bought by him. They were very bright. They illuminated all the toilet paper on the toilet floor that had not yet been cleaned.

Xin'an glanced in disapproval. The toilet paper in the single dog's room was no more surprising than the head in the older women's room.

Get it when you have time or if the amount is too big, it doesn't matter if you are not free.

In the priority sequence of garbage cleaning, they are even lower than the priority sequence of dust.

"Patter..."

Just as Xin An was draining the waste water in his body comfortably, his aftermath suddenly swept onto the smooth wall next to him, reflecting the appearance of a red figure behind him!

Suddenly the originally comfortable stream became nine bends and eighteen bends, and then began:

"Tick, tick, tick..."

"Give me my heart back, okay?"

At this moment, a weak-sounding voice rang behind Xin'an...

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