The Woman who Became the “Male” God

"Everything at home has been taken care of? How come you have time to see me?" Joe Uly poured a cup of tea for Joe Gus and asked strangely.

Joe Gus sat on Joe Uly's office chair, looked at this humble office with interest, and replied: "It's basically stable. There is a mother sitting in town. There is nothing to worry about."

Hearing the word "mother", Joe Uly's brows frowned imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything.

Joe Gus turned his head to look at Joe Uly, wondering, "I really don't understand why you live the life of the young master, but you have to stay here to serve a group of neuroses."

"It's very good here." Joe Uly came to the window and carefully sprayed water on the pot of silk grass, his expression was indifferent, revealing a kind of transcendent tranquility, the former depressing gloom has long disappeared without a trace. Today, he is like a crescent moon, with a restrained temperament, and his silver brilliance is beginning to appear.

Joe Gus stared at him for a long while, secretly surprised. He knew that his elder brother was in poor health. For more than 30 years, he had been in a state of simplicity, and his face was also disfigured by the disease. He was not cured by countless therapists. However, after being admitted to a mental hospital, he recovered to this condition in just a few months. To the point, it is really incredible. Did all the therapists I hired eat dry food? It's not even as good as a young man in his twenties.

"No matter how good it is here, there is no need to stay here even during the Chinese New Year, right?" Joe Gus said, "Today, I am doing my mother's will to take you home to have a casual meal."

"It's okay to have you with her, it doesn't matter if I go back or not." Joe Uly put down the watering can, his tone indifferent.

"Why is it okay? My father is gone, and there are only three of us, mother and son. Why do we have to have such a birth?" Seeing that he was silent, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, there is something I always wanted to ask. , Is there any misunderstanding between you and your mother? Since childhood, I have never seen you close."

Joe Uly looked at him, hesitant to speak, hesitating whether to tell him the truth. Unlike him, Joe Gus truly regarded that woman as his biological mother, didn't know anything about his father's actions, and kept the best memories. If you tell him the truth, can he accept it?

Joe Gus didn't pay attention to his expression, and continued: "I don't care, I have to take you home today anyway. Even if you have any misunderstandings, you can go home and solve it."

"I said, don't go back." Joeyuli said firmly.

Joe Gus condensed his eyes, suddenly jumped up, and quickly grabbed Joe Uly's arm.

Joe Uly was ill in bed all year round, naturally not as good as Joe Gus, who was running wildly outside every day. Before he could react, he was caught upright.

"Hey, it's not soft, I'll be hard..." Before the voice fell, I suddenly felt that the hand holding Jouli was pierced by an ice cone. A cold air poured straight into the palm, and it instantly became paralyzed. Half of his body.

Joe Uly slowly pulled his arm back from Joe Gus's stiff hand, and traces of demonic energy lingered around him, like chains, imprisoning the target. Qiao Yuli's skill is indeed not as good as Qiao Gusi, but the internal strength that he has condensed after 30 years of torture is not what he can compare. With the leisurely guidance and correct training, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Joe Gus stared at Joe Uly in amazement: "You..."

"What did you just say?'If you don't get soft, come hard'?" Joe Uly smiled faintly.

Joe Gus: "..."

Joe Uly patted him on the shoulder: "Friendly reminder, don't compare hard with the people in the mental hospital, you will lose very softly."

Joe Gus: "..."

What did the leader do to his brother? Not only cured his illness, but also gave him incredible strength! You must know that a few months ago, his brother even needed someone to walk, and he looked weak and fate. From morbidity to perversion, is this span too big? !

Joe Uly walked to the door, opened it, and said to Joe Gus who was still in shock: "You go back, I won't send it."

Joe Gus pretended not to hear, and rushed forward, wanting to try Joe Uly's strength again.

Joe Uly was about to fight back. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a familiar figure emerging from the corner of the corridor. After a pause, he was hit by a heavy punch from Joe Gus, and his back hit the door with a muffled noise. At the same time, The internal force turned on automatically, shook Joe Gus's whole body out, slammed into the glass window, and threw half of his body out of the window. If he hadn't climbed the edge of the window with his hands in time, he might be about to perform a free fall.

"What's the matter?" An Xian came over, glanced at the man hanging on the window sill, and then looked at Joe Uly, "Is it all right?"

Joe Uly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a joke."

Jogus rubbed his stiff arm and jumped off the window sill with a strange look.

An Xian nodded: "Remember to fix the broken windows."

"Well, I will make Joe Gus compensate."

Jogus: "..." Hello, are you really my brother?

Seeing An Xian was about to leave, Qiao Gusi took a few steps and shouted: "Leader, I want to take my brother home."

Joe Uly glanced at him displeasedly.

An Xian turned her head and looked puzzled: What does it matter to her?

Qiao Gusi said again: "My brother has been taken care of by you during this period. I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to visit Qiao's house."

As he spoke, Jogus walked up to An Xian and stared at him scorchingly. His beautiful figure swimming in the sea appeared in his mind, which was really impressive. Had it not been for He Lin's obstruction, he would have known him well.

An Xian rebuffed: "Sorry, I've been busy lately, let's talk about it later if I have a chance."

"Then my brother..."

"Qiao Yuli is my important helper, I am afraid I don't have time to go back with you." An Xian was not reasonable at all.

Joe Uly didn't expect that the leader would take the initiative to help him reject Joe Gus, and his heart couldn't help but warm up. He knows that the leader doesn't like to take care of other people's affairs, but this time he made a cold noodle for him.

Qiao Gusi was speechless. He wanted to let Joe Yuli agree to go home with the help of peace, but the other party refused more simply than himself.

"Let's talk first, I have something to do, I am missing." An Xian turned around, took a few strands of long hair, and left a delicate fragrance.

Joe Gus looked at his back, a flash of interest in his eyes.

Joe Uly frowned and warned in a cold voice: "Put away your thoughts and don't provoke him."

Joe Gus smiled and said: "I want to pursue my freedom, even if it is your brother, you have no right to control."

"He can't." Joe Uli would never allow this Huaxin brother to harass the leader.

Joe Gus stared at him squintingly and pointedly: "It's not that he can't, but brother, can't you?"

"What do you mean?" Joe Uly's eyes were low.

Qiao Gus raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I like it. It's not my style to be afraid of the head and feet." As he said, he walked out and waved his hand, "Don't say it, I'll come back in a few days."

"Don't come again." Joe Uly didn't send it, turned and walked into the office, slamming the door shut.

Standing behind the door, recalling what Joe Gus had just said, Joe Uly's heart was starting to waver. But for a moment, his eyes regained clarity, and the strange feelings were buried deep in his heart.

Joe Gus was wrong, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to, and didn't want to lose that goodness. Rather than taking it for himself, he is more willing to regard him as a kind of belief, watching his future and chasing his footsteps.

An Xian found out that He Lin had always been out of sight recently, ranging from three to five hours to one or two days. He didn't know what he was doing alone. Originally thought that he might have recovered his memory, but after returning, his performance was as fine as ever. An Xian observed in secret for a few days, and finally decided to follow him secretly.

After dinner, He Lin rushed out like a ghost and wandered alone in the evening streets. The small town on the outskirts is sparsely populated, and the wind is rustling, revealing a sense of depression and loneliness.

He Lin stopped and walked, aimlessly, seeming to enjoy the tranquility far away from the world, as if looking for something.

An Xian followed him, walking leisurely, not hurriedly.

From dusk to night, from seclusion to hustle and bustle, entering the busy city at the beginning of the Hua Deng, He Lin walked around and watched the flowers, admiring the surrounding scenery.

An Xian couldn't help but wonder, did he go out to the street to hang out when he disappeared every day? Or just came out for a walk?

While thinking about it, He Lin in front of him suddenly walked into a music restaurant and stopped peacefully, his expression silent.

This restaurant is quite stylish, and the guests it receives are all well-dressed middle and upper-class people and high-income white-collar workers.

If it was the former He Rin, he would naturally be unimpeded, but now he is wearing a hand-painted white T-shirt with a pair of non-mainstream white slacks, and a pair of white canvas shoes bought from the Internet on his feet. , A silly white, is the most popular theme of mental hospitals. If it is still impossible to tell his origin, then the two words "tracing to the source" on the T-shirt are enough to show his fresh and refined identity.

An Xian estimated that he would soon be invited out of the restaurant "friendly" by the waiter, and even if allowed to stay, he could not afford it. The card she gave to He Rin can only consume up to 1,000 points at a time. If the amount exceeds this amount, the "parents" must verify it, and a drink here also starts at 2,000.

An Xian stopped for a moment at the door, and finally pushed in. She was worried that He Lin had a conflict with the waiter, which would cause unnecessary trouble. After all, he used the word “tracing to the source” to slander the market outside. If something went wrong, he would have to trace the source to settle the matter.

Entering the restaurant, An Xian searched around with her spiritual sense, and soon found He Lin's figure in the corner. Relying on his lightning speed, he avoided the waiter's gaze and flashed into a hidden deck.

Sit in the deck next to him calmly, intending to see what he wanted to do.

He Lin held his forehead with one hand, and fiddled with the electronic screen on the table with the other bored, but his eyes were searching around the restaurant.

At this moment, a couple walked in, passed by He Lin, caught a glimpse of his unique clothes, they all froze for a moment, then walked away wonderingly, sat down opposite him, and gave him curious eyes from time to time. .

However, the two of them were very self-cultivating and did not say anything to him. After ordering, the waiter quickly delivered the meal. When he turned around, he saw a silly white He Lin without surprise. The latter's complexion was calm, his eyes were indifferent, and he had a long-standing high position, but the clothes deeply exposed his details.

The waiter’s expression stagnated for a few seconds, and then looked intently, only to find that the deck was empty. Looking around, there was nothing unusual. He thought he was dazzled, and muttered to the deck where Anxian was. Inquired: "I wonder if your husband has any needs?"

An Xian didn't speak, but just ordered a drink on the screen. Divine Sense had been observing He Lin, and the guy rushed to another deck. There were still two guests sitting in the deck, and they all looked at He Lin who suddenly appeared in amazement.

He Lin sat leisurely beside one of them, and asked in a friendly manner: "How does the food taste?"

One person replied subconsciously: "Also, it's okay."

"That's good. If you have any dissatisfaction, even if you raise it, we will definitely improve." He Lin, a restaurant supervisor asking for comments from the guests, "I hope you enjoy your meal."

Before the words were over, the person had disappeared in place, and he rushed back to the previous deck, leaving the two guests with a dumbfounded expression.

Was that person in charge of the restaurant just now? The style of painting is too strange! And the words on his clothes seem to be familiar.

One person later asked, "Isn't this restaurant called'Yade'? When did it change its name to'Traceable'? Or did we order'Traceable' from the beginning?"

"It is indeed'Yade'. I have never heard of a restaurant called'Trace Source', but there is a mental hospital that seems to be called this name."

emmm... There was a strange silence in the deck.