Chapter 1275 Contact

In a blink of an eye, half of January has passed, and New Year's Eve is approaching. The fastest update

S City has always been a place with a very bad climate. Not only is it cold in winter and hot in summer, but the air is more humid and sticky during the cold and hot days.

This year is no exception...

Even if the weather is damp and cold, people still have to go out for a living.

Day after day, they walk through the cold streets, squeeze into the subways that are close to the mountains and the sea, step into the lifeless offices, do a whole day of tedious and boring work, and then drag their tired bodies back home, exhausting their last few points of energy in front of a cold screen...

And the next day, all this will start again.

This is the true face of life. It is hard and bitter, but people still have to endure; this endurance is not only for survival, but also for the little and momentary happiness in life.

Of course, there are also some people who pay and struggle to grasp the phantom called "dream" that has not yet dissipated.

But in the end, there are only a few people who can really reach the destination they originally wanted to go to...

The vast majority of people are lost on the road of life. They have been worn away by the years, they have forgotten their original intentions in the process of pursuing their dreams, and they have changed from extraordinary children to mediocre adults.

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On January 15th, at noon, on a street in the center of S.

The cold weather seemed to make people's moods gloomy.

The expressions of pedestrians can be roughly divided into two types, hurried and pale and numb.

Among these people, there is one person...who is different.

This is a woman, a bloated woman.

Even if the factor of obesity is left aside, this woman's appearance has nothing to do with the word "beauty"; moreover, at this time, she has not put on makeup, so she looks five or six years older than her actual age.

She is wearing a thick down jacket and jeans, both of which are cheap at first glance, and her short legs seem to stretch the jeans and are difficult to look at.

With such an image, the rate of turning heads when walking on the street is naturally not high.

However, this is exactly what she wants. She doesn't want to attract attention.

"This is... the so-called..." She walked slowly on the sidewalk and muttered to herself, "...'real world'?" Her eyes shifted around, collecting all the images that could be obtained through vision, and her eyes... were also shining with white light, "Compared with other universes composed of disordered natural evolution sequences... apart from being a little more boring, what else is there to recommend..."

No one heard her mumbling to herself; even if someone heard it, they would not care or ignore it as a second-year illness.

"If it weren't for 'fate' connecting our universe with this place and establishing a subordinate relationship of 'superior and subordinate', the so-called 'dimensional difference' would not exist." She said, looking down at her hands, and tried to make a fist, "And in terms of 'power', it is obvious that we derivatives are more..."

At this point, her expression suddenly changed, and at the same second, the color of the light in her eyes became a little mottled and dim.

"Is it discovered so soon..." She said expressionlessly, "Sure enough, given the current situation, it's still too much of a stretch to come here..." She sighed, "Alas... I wanted to meet him... Forget it, there will be opportunities in the future."

After saying this, the light in her eyes quickly disappeared.

The next second, the woman's expression changed suddenly, and with it, her standing posture, the temperament between her eyebrows, etc....

After this change, she immediately looked around with a panicked look, and her hands instinctively crossed and hugged, as if to protect herself.

Her reaction was like a person who had just woken up from sleepwalking...

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At the same time, in another part of S City, at Feng Bujue's home.

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"It's time to eat." Brother Jue raised his voice while knocking on the door of his room.

Although it was his room, because Ruoyu had recently moved in, Brother Jue once again returned to the days of... "You have to knock on the door before entering the room, and you can only sleep in the game cabin at night."

"Ah... I'm coming..." After a breath, a weak response came from the room.

Five minutes later, when Feng Bujue had served the food, arranged the tableware, and sat down, the door of the room opened.

Ruoyu, with a flushed face and a sick face, walked out of the room unsteadily in pajamas and a blanket.

"Actually... if you need it, I can divide the food and bring it to you in bed." Feng Bujue's tone seemed very calm, and it seemed that he was used to the situation.

"It's just a cold... You don't have to go to that extent... Hiss..." Ruoyu said, sniffing her nose, "Besides, getting up and moving around is good for your body."

"What surprised and curious me is..." Feng Bujue looked at Ruoyu who was walking slowly step by step, and continued, "You cultivators can also catch a cold?"

"First of all, I'm not a cultivator, I'm a psychic." Facing Jue's teasing, Ruoyu is now able to deal with it easily, "Secondly, even if I am a cultivator, I haven't practiced my psychic ability to the level that can kill cold germs."

After saying that, Ruoyu just walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Well..." Feng Bujue said, "Considering that you are still in a state of being unable to have physical contact with others, you must not be able to seek medical treatment normally. So what should you do if you suddenly have a high fever that doesn't go away? "

Hearing this, Ruoyu thought for a few seconds, then put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and stretched out a hand towards Brother Jue: "How about you hold my hand and try."

"Hey, hey..." Feng Bujue immediately stepped back, "What are you doing? I've dislocated my arm once or twice in the past two weeks..."

"It's been two weeks, and the symptoms may have alleviated; and...I feel very weak now and can't exert myself..." Ruoyu continued, "You try it first, if touching hands to this extent is no problem. , As long as you are careful on the road, it should be okay to go to the hospital to get some medicine."

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue groaned again and thought for a few seconds, "Okay..."

When he finished speaking, he also put down his chopsticks, and then held Ruoyu's hand.

"Eh?" Two seconds later, Brother Jue frowned, "It seems like everything is fine!"

In the past ten days... especially the past few days, Feng Bujue has tried to touch Ruo Yu's body more than once, of course... mainly with his hands or shoulders; however, Ruo Yu is like that It's like the perverted AI in fighting games that has its own special skills. Every time contact occurs, it immediately responds with a move.

Unexpectedly, she didn't make a move this time...

"Wait..." But Feng Bujue was happy for less than five seconds when he felt pain coming from his feet.

He lowered his head and looked under the table and found that Ruoyu was stepping on his feet.

"What are you..." Brother Jue only asked half a sentence.

Ruoyu interrupted: "The foot moved it on its own, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Oh... that is to say..." Feng Bujue then said in a concluding tone, "your natural reaction after physical contact with others has changed from 'kill your dog's life' to 'use I'll beat you to death with my little fist?"

"Hmm..." Ruoyu nodded, "But I'm not sure yet whether this is caused by a cold or because I have adapted to your touch to some extent."

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed when he heard this, "Then I will try to change the position, method and intensity of the touch next." As he spoke, his eyes were still restless. The ground moved to various places on Ruoyu's body.

There is no doubt that Brother Jue is being mean. If you ask him why he chose to act at such a time and place...he himself can't answer it.

A master who has mastered the power of being humble to the point where humans and villains become one, does not need to think before taking action...

Just like those experts who complain, they will instinctively complain whenever there is something to complain about.

Feng Bujue was in the same situation right now. Therefore, after he finished playing, he received a one-handed arm-twisting kick from Ruo Yu that was not instinctive...

In any case, he confirmed in a special way that the other party's condition was not too serious; while lying on the ground and feeling the pain in his arms and back, Brother Jue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

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