1529 Too Late to Regret!

Is it that fast?

Eyes closed, eyes open, a good thing he never dreamed of, like pie in the sky, hit him on the head.

Is this his room?

It looks like the area is a bit large.

At least ten times the memory area.

While he still likes to be clean, his room won't be as tidy as it is near spotless.

The big bed I sleep in now.

When is the water temperature suitable for a water bed?

When did you replace your pajamas with silky high-quality large gray cotton shirts that sure didn't cost a fortune?

By the way, there is one side of the entire room, and the entire wall is floor-to-ceiling windows.

The windows are covered with a layer of white gauze.

The windows don't seem to be tight.

A breeze blows through the windows.

The curtains made of gauze were blown like waves by the wind.

A strong sense of disobedience quickly developed and spread in Qin Dai's heart.

Fang Lang opened the thin quilt, turned over and jumped off the big water bed, and walked barefoot to the huge French window.

I can't hide this strange face.

There seems to be a bit too much room for private events.

It was more like the size he dreamed about in a dream than his actual size.

We haven't really gotten to the window yet.

A faint fragrance of flowers and plants blew towards Fang Lang's station from the open window.

Flowers and plants never smelled before.

The short-lived surprise had just grown on the young face, and it quickly disappeared from Fang Lang's face in one breath.

yes

This is part of the rewards issued to him by the high-level officials of the Parallel Planet and the General Administration of Special Departments after completing a special task. That is to say, after the living area has almost expanded by more than ten times, everyone's private space has naturally expanded accordingly.

As for what task?

Thinking of this, Fang Lang suddenly shook his head vigorously.

It's best not to overthink it.

As long as I think of this, my heart is filled with guilt and disgust for the task, 100% does not belong to any happy memory, and I can't even think about it.

Just like when I woke up, it was just horrible.

etc.

What scene woke me up just now, why can't I remember it now?

All right.

If you don't remember, you don't remember.

When I think about it, I feel nauseous and dizzy.

What is the happiest thing in the world?

There is nothing like waking up to not having changed much about yourself, but your surroundings and treatment have improved to some extent, and once improved it has increased tenfold.

For example, private rooms that were originally more than 50 square meters have now been expanded to about 500 square meters.

"Goog, goog, get up. Don't pretend you're not here. I know you're still here. If you don't open the door, I'll kick Monroe!"

Suddenly there was the cry of cheap gasoline in the base outside the door.

Fang Lang's face darkened.

Turn around and walk to the bathroom in the room.

Move forward.

Although not an angry response.

"Kick you, even if you kick the door and fly, I will never be angry, as long as you spend money to repair the door and restore it to its original state. After all, I have never had the habit of locking the door!"

Go barefoot into the bathroom.

Fang Lang glanced at himself in the mirror, and the mirror fell to the ground.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Well, although his Yan value is still not high, but the overall look is pleasing to the eye, at least not wearing a dragon robe and not like the strange disobedience of the prince.

"Hi!"

Just when the Qin family had just glanced at him, a wave of greetings sounded from behind.

Fang Lang's face turned blue.

There is no need to turn your head.

I can see directly from the mirror that he has regained his slightly obese Fengjian shape. He is still a swordsman. Although he is wearing the same quality clothes, he still wears three swords and swords. After all, no one will wear red. Green and white outfits, so be bold and wear them all in one.

Look at such a wind sword.

Fang Lang frowned, opened his mouth and asked.

Have you really decided not to practice throwing swords anymore?

After asking.

Fang Lang was dumbfounded.

He was just stunned by the question that came out of his mouth suddenly.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he just wanted to ask this question, which seemed to be not at all.

etc.

What exactly is he trying to ask?

By the way, this is indeed the question he wanted to ask just now, because it has been about half a month since the sword came out of the body of the sword after the practice of throwing the sword, and he has never worn any kind of sword.

"Yes, I don't practice anymore. As you know, I don't really have much talent in martial arts. God knows, why did I choose the sword to hurt the enemy?"

shrug.

Feng Jian laughed at himself casually and calmly.

pause.

Then he started bragging with a terrified face.

"Now, after the last revolution on the parallel planets, hunters no longer need only martial arts and the Force, as long as they have expertise in other viable areas."

I am an extraordinary genius in information and mechanics.

Although he is still a trainee hunter, his main energy has turned to Xin

Information and high-tech machinery manufacturing.

I didn't expect that touting characters can become the biggest advantage now!

...

Fang Lang was dumbfounded.

The astonishment that could not be hidden all over his face showed that not only did he not expect the wind sword to fall into his ears, but his whole feeling was as if he was listening to an absurd fable. After a second.

Fang Lang choked subconsciously.

Not because of anything else, just because he suddenly smelled the fresh smell of roast meat.

The smell of barbecue is not from the direction of the restaurant outside the villa, but from the direction nearby.

That's right.

The smell of roast comes from the brightly colored and highly visible top of the Wind Sword, which wears the Apprentice Hunter badge on the left breast.

After noticing this.

Fang Lang's small eyes couldn't help staring at the trainee hunter badge.

the reason is simple.

No, I do not know.

Surprised look.

The badge dangled wildly on Feng Jian's chest and mouth.

Seeing the intensity of this shock, Fang Lang was completely sure that he did not misjudge the source of the smell of barbecue.

Looking at the vibration of the badge of the apprentice hunter of the Wind Sword, we know that some people are frantically looking for and touching the Windward Sword. However, before the swordsman had time to react quickly, he was scalded by the apprentice hunter's badge that he had heated.

Even burnt the smell of the barbecue.

Seeing the focus of Fang Lang's eyes for a long time, Feng Jian smiled shyly.

A chubby face is reserved and innocent.

half a second.

At the end of the day, I can't help but talk about it.

"I'm low-key enough!"

"But how can some light be blocked? It is destined to be blocked. Like gold coins buried in sand and gravel, they always shine in the sun and catch the eye." ..