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Ji Huan was so anxious that he had acne on his head. He hurried off the sofa and moved to the pillow. Pushing his buttocks hard against the pillow pushed towards the sofa. The pillow was next to the sofa, and he got under the pillow again, and put his head against the pillow.

The pillow was not heavy, and he lifted it up.

It is a pity that the height of the small mirror is only a little, and it is impossible to directly lift the pillow to the height of the sofa when it is completely upright. The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. Ji Huan could only vigorously jump up, the pillow rolled in a circle, and it could fall on the corner of the sofa.

Ji Huan didn't dare to delay himself. He jumped on the sofa and drilled under the pillow, holding his breath.

As for whether the position of the pillow is the same as that before Feng Chi left, it is no longer within his concern. Ji Huan has reason to believe that Feng Chi should not remember the position of the pillow he threw.

Ji Huan just lowered his arm and lay down peacefully, and the bedroom door opened with a click. The man standing at the door was still wearing the clothes before leaving, but the shirt was slightly wrinkled and stained with blood. The very light smell ran into Ji Huan's nose following the flow of air, causing him to wrinkle his small nose and sneeze.

Immediately afterwards there were two voices.

Ji Huan should have covered his nose.

Feng Chi could imagine the little black spot and the probe like a little hamster quietly shrinking into his little home. After all, he only heard the movement of the bedroom outside the door.

The sound of ‘boom’ made by objects falling on the floor, as well as banging bangs.

Feng Chi glanced at the sofa, the position of the pillow changed from left to right, and Ji Huan didn't seem to notice it at all. Feng Chi also pretended not to see it, took off his dirty shirt and entered the bathroom.

Ji Huan heard the man's footsteps drifting away, quietly showing a corner from under the pillow, and the small mirror moved outwards at once. After the whole body was moved out, his limbs spread out and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's scary.

Feng Shi's bed was too comfortable, otherwise how could he sleep till now.

Ji Huan straightened up from the sofa and sat on the back of the sofa looking in the direction of the bathroom. Feng Chi's bathroom door was frosted, and the bathroom was large. He could only barely see a layer of mist floating on the door. Ji Huan couldn't help but start thinking about why Feng Chi went this night.

According to the description of Feng Chi in the novel, the wave is impossible. Most likely it was something tricky encountered by the demon control board, so that he did not return all night.

The **** smell just now has not completely dissipated, but there is only a ray of it left.

Ji Huan scratched his head and moved back slowly.

He thought Feng Chi had forgotten him out of Jiu Xiaoyun, but he didn't want Feng Chi to come out of the bathroom and turned him out under the pillow. Ji Huan, like a salted fish, stiffened his body and dared not move. Fearing that he would move a little, Feng Chi would witness the most bizarre scene in his life——

The mirror he turned from the corner turned himself without any external assistance.

Ji Huan: "..." I dare not think about this picture.

Feng Chi was a little puzzled by Ji Huan's behavior. He glanced down at the small mirror in the palm of his hand and found that the little black spot was lying like a corpse with a stiff expression. Frowning slightly, he was about to put the mirror aside, but his hand paused.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched the side of the mirror expressionlessly, twisting his fingers. "Why is it so dirty?"

Ji Huan was lost for a moment, and then wanted to understand why he was so dirty. He accidentally rolled under the sofa just now, presumably dusty.

But soon, he was attracted all the attention by others.

The little black dot ‘puff—’ did n’t hold back.

Why is it rubbing his waist, itchy.

Itching made him almost unbearable.

"Don't rub, don't rub, itches to death ..."

Feng Chi rubbed it blankly.

Then he noticed that the mirror in the palm seemed to jump a little, the arc was not big, but it felt very obvious.

When Feng Chi looked down at the little black dot again, Ji Huan and Haw almost burst into tears. Mom, he can't stand it. Did Feng Chi also discover it?

Ji Huan grumbled nervously, biting his lip and daring not to move again. Feng Chi glanced at his wrinkled eyebrows and seemed to murmur, "Cramp?"

Ji Huan did n’t dare to nod his head, but could only vaguely say ‘umhhhhh.

That's right, you just had a cramp in your finger!

Absolutely not a sudden corpse in the mirror!

Feng Chi really seemed to think that his fingers were cramping, but he didn't pay attention to what happened just now. Just pinched the mirror and went to the bathroom. There was still some mist in the bathroom. Feng Chi turned on the faucet and put a pool of water. When he wanted to throw the small mirror in, he hesitated again.

This little black spot can feel panic, and it seems that you can also feel the touch of others ... can you feel the water temperature?

The slightly pale hand stirred gently in the pool, and the water temperature was a little low. Feng Chi turned on the hot water and mixed it in, and then threw the mirror into it.

Ji Huan didn't react, only fell into the water with a thud, and the warm water quickly wrapped him, but he suddenly glared his eyes, "I'm careless, how can I swim without my hands!"

Even if he makes a swimming movement, it does not mean that the mirror will not sink to the bottom.

The mirror has no hands.

Feng Chi was taken aback by his scream, and he thought it was true, but he was not thoughtful. He immediately reached out and took the mirror out of the water, but after washing it, he couldn't waste this pool of water.

Feng Chi found a new toothbrush that had not been unsealed, rubbed the bristles a bit, and dipped a little shower gel into the small mirror to take a bath.

Ji Huan was put on his shoulders, his head shrunk like a quail, and the toothbrush was allowed to brush all over his body. He tried not to shake when he tried to shake, but he didn't hold back when the toothbrush came to the creak and side waist.

Ji Huan burst out crying: "Big Brother Feng Chi, you must remember that your hand will cramp. Indirect cramps can't cure it."

There was a faint smile in the corner of Feng Chi's mouth, pretending not to find the weirdness of the small mirror.

After washing and wiping it out, Ji Huan felt like a pitiful one who had been ruthlessly, paralyzed on the ground weakly, with eyes open to look at the ceiling.

Even Feng Chi, who accidentally glanced at it just now, was not interested in the chest that was exposed when he bent over.

too tired.

Feng Chi placed the cleaned mirror on the coffee table. He leaned on the sofa and picked up the ancient book on the side.

This ancient book is a bit older than the one that Song Shujing found that day. The yellowed pages are thin as if they were lightly twisted. Feng Chi was very careful in his movements, and soon turned to the page number recorded in the mirror.

The record is actually not detailed.

But Feng Chi probably also understood why the little mirror had changed. Previously, this little mirror couldn't be moved, but now it's happily bouncing, mostly because of cultivation.

He pinched his eyebrows, put the ancient books back in the study, and pressed the raised mirror on the table to cover Ji Huan's sight before going to bed. An urgent message came from the city next door last night. The strange beast appeared in Linshi and was noticed by many citizens.

The beast looks like a red leopard, but it has five tails. The public once thought this thing was a leopard mutation. I guess everything on Weibo. For a while, it was said that someone paid attention to the picture of P for blogging. For a while, it was said that there was a secret base in Linshi that was doing experimental research.

Feng Chi took a lot of effort to restore the tyrannical 狰 to the sobriety, and then sent the 狰 to the candle dragon.

He closed his eyes, opened his eyes slightly, and saw a small mirror moving carefully. Suddenly, the little mirror noticed that someone was staring at him, moving carefully and cautiously, and finally lying in a small basket on the coffee table.

Is it comfortable to fall asleep like this?

Feng Chi felt a little funny and rolled over to sleep.

When Feng Chi woke up, the small mirror had returned to its original position, lying quietly. Feng Chi stepped barefoot on the floor, silently approaching the small mirror. The little black dot's sleep was very quiet, only shallow breathing was in the ear. Feng Chi glanced at him and turned to the study.

The next morning, Ji Huan was sealed by Feng Chi and went to the demon administration.

At noon, in order to celebrate the successful completion of the task yesterday, the four staff of the Demon Administration Bureau deadlocked Feng to the famous Internet celebrity restaurant in the urban area. Feng Chi hesitated for a moment, but still did not bring the small mirror. He can only watch and can not eat. He ca n’t say anything. He always has this mirror and he has no way of knowing what the other party wants to do.

It's better to give each other a little freedom.

Anyway, he could see everything in the demon control board.

Arriving in the private room of the restaurant, Song Shujing took out his mobile phone from the bag, opened the surveillance video and put it in front of Feng Chi. Zhuo Guang looked stunned for a moment, "Isn't it? Is there any baby in the bureau? Real-time monitoring?"

Song Shujing glanced at him with a disgusted expression, "Isn't there a lot of babies in the bureau? Isn't all the ancient books so much with so many materials?"

Zhuo Guang: "..." Anyway, for people like him who only take single digits in the school percentile system, the stuff used to wipe the buttocks is too rough.

Zhuo Guang shrugged and said nothing more.

Feng Chi's gaze fell on his cell phone from time to time, and the little mirror that no one was staring at, like the wild horse with the reins, happily wandered on his desk, ran for ten minutes, and then went to his chair Once planted, lie down comfortably.

Also played two rolls.

No sound can be heard from the surveillance video, but Feng Chi can also guess that this little mirror must be humming and comfortable.

Feng Chi smiled. As soon as he took back his eyes, he saw the four employees staring at him in unison.

He took a moment to hold the chopsticks and raised his eyes. "Why?"

Song Shujing supported his chin: "Boss, you just smiled."

Zhuo Guang nodded: "Looking at Sister Song's mobile phone and smiling."

Shi Ying: "No, it should be watching the surveillance video on Sister Song's phone and laughing."

When Shi Jiu calmly stopped at Fengchi, he saw a small mirror without resistance, and his heart suddenly became clear, "I smiled when I saw Zhao Yaojing."

The four monsters once again focused their attention on their boss. Zhuo Guang spoke as a representative: "Boss, is there any problem with this mirror?"

He said that he shook his head and said, "But your expression does not seem to be a problem with this thing, but it is like an old place. Huaichun, rippling too much."

Feng Chi: "... Shut up if you can't speak."

Zhuo Guang smiled and didn't refute. He bowed his head and stuffed lobster meat in his mouth.

Their boss invited guests to eat big lobsters.

The author has something to say: Feng Chi: I, indirect finger cramps, indirect blindness, indirect deafness, understand?