After being outshined by a sphere, Wei Sushen and Fang Shan fell into a cold war.
Of course, it was a completely one-sided Cold War.
If Wei Sushen didn't speak, Fang Shan would chatter incessantly in his mind, even more frequently than in daily conversation.
"Is this a new way of communication the host has come up with?" Fang Shan said cheerfully, "It's quite interesting, actually."
“…”
Fang Shan: "Actually, besides communicating through our minds, after the new version goes online, I can also send emojis in my mind."
Hearing his eager tone, Wei Sushen's heart skipped a beat, and he finally couldn't help but say, "Don't do anything weird."
Fang Shan clapped his hands: "You spoke first, you lose."
Wei Sushen looked at him coldly.
Fang Shan looked puzzled. "Didn't the host initiate a game where whoever speaks first loses... like this?" He suddenly froze in place, making a funny expression. "123, we're all wooden. No talking, no moving."
“…”
Wei Sushen completely abandoned his wild thoughts and came to the conclusion: work is still good, and work makes people happy.
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Fang Shan uses the power of the crystal ball to travel back and forth in everyone's dreams every day. The crystal ball has overdrawn its mental power and seems a little weak.
After the conversation, Fang Shan said to Wei Sushen, "It said it's almost been drained dry by the two of us, and it needs to use the next few days to rest."
Wei Sushen: "...Speak properly."
Fang Shan ignored his opinion and sat cross-legged at the low table to draft a list, which already had more than a dozen members on it.
When the thin paper was lifted up, the morning light filtered through it, and the logo of the Eight Different Religions was reflected in a different light.
Looking at the flourishing calligraphy, Fang Shan couldn't stop smiling: "These are the backbones of the future sect."
Just when he was feeling proud, there was a knock on the door. Fang Shan quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into his arms. He thought it was the fat man coming to ask about the progress, but when he opened the door, he saw a pale face.
Mu Yuan's skin was as pale as ever, and Fang Shan couldn't help but say, "You should at least get some sun."
For others, white skin can hide all the ugliness, but for him, white skin can scare people to death.
Mu Yuan's suspicious gaze moved back and forth between him and Wei Sushen, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Wei Sushen poured a cup of tea, and the moment Mu Yuan lowered his head to drink the tea, his gaze finally focused.
"You haven't been out much for nearly half a month."
Wei Sushen thought he was going to accuse him of neglecting his training, but Mu Yuan suddenly changed the subject and looked around the room again: "What are you doing that is against the will of heaven and earth again?"
Fang Shan, who was standing aside, seemed to be choked by the air and coughed several times in succession. Fortunately, he didn't drink the tea, otherwise, from the position he was standing in, he might have sprayed it all over Mu Yuan's face.
"You worry too much." Wei Sushen was very calm and even brought a chess game: "Teacher, if you have nothing to do, you can play chess with me to pass the time."
Mu Yuan stared at him intently, and Wei Sushen calmly let him look at him. After a long while, when he could no longer see anything, Mu Yuan asked again: "Tell the truth."
Without waiting for Wei Sushen to get over it, he added, "At least give me some peace of mind."
In other words, be mentally prepared so that you can end it when the time comes.
He spoke sincerely, but Wei Sushen only responded with a sigh. This was a bottomless pit, so how could there be any guarantee?
"Don't worry, I just made too much noise a few days ago, and I think it's time to cultivate my character."
"puff!"
Fang Shan was quick to pull Wei Sushen aside to avoid the oncoming splashing tea.
Mu Yuan knew that he had lost his composure. It hadn't even been a cup of tea since he entered the room, but it felt like an era.
He stood up suddenly and said, "Take care of yourself."
Leaving behind four words, just like when you came, you will leave without taking a cloud with you.
Fang Shan: "You've driven people away."
Wei Sushen rubbed his eyebrows habitually: "It has nothing to do with me."
Fang Shan said quietly, "Since Mu Yuan came in, the host has been responsible for the reception. He cannot shirk his responsibility."
“…”
After thinking about it, I found that I couldn't find any point to refute.
Fang Shan dropped his joke and became unusually serious. "The crystal ball's telekinesis is limited, and using it every day isn't ideal. However, there are only about twenty people in the sect now, so further development may be difficult."
Wei Sushen: "Poaching."
Fang Shan scratched his ears, thinking he had misheard.
Wei Sushen: "Prying off someone else's power not only saves resources for cultivation, but also erodes their power."
Fang Shan's throat moved.
Wei Sushen didn't wait for him to agree, and looked at him: "What are you thinking about?" Fang Shan imitated him and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's been too long, I almost forgot the host's nature as a profiteer."
After calming down and accepting this situation, Fang Shan casually leaned back and said, "The question is, where can I find the cult members?"
Wei Sushen: "Look for that fat guy."
Fang Shan was slightly stunned.
Wei Sushen wiped the tea stains on the table with a cloth and spoke amid the system's obsessive-compulsive voice, "He probably knows more than I thought."
Fang Shan came closer and asked, "Are you saying that people are pretending to be stupid?"
Wei Sushen: "That day in the dense forest, Zhao Tianchen's identity was revealed by him."
Thinking of the logic that liking him means having a mental problem, Fang Shan scratched the table with his nails, making a harsh sound.
Wei Sushen ignored him and continued, "It's undeniable that we became completely suspicious of Zhao Tianchen at that time."
Fang Shan said coldly, "So you agree with what he said?"
Wei Sushen coughed lightly: "What about you?"
Fang Shan wanted to argue, but he couldn't say no with a thick face.
Wei Sushen skipped the topic: "If I'm not mistaken, then Fatty knew it from the beginning."
Fang Shan has seen many people pretending to be stupid, but there are not many who can deceive his eyes.
"It's interesting. We'll know after trying it out."
Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "What do you mean by testing..."
Fang Shan's eyes suddenly turned sinister: "If you don't tell the truth, I will beat you to death."
Wei Sushen: "What is the standard for judging the truth?"
Fang Shan: "It depends on my mood."
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When he was kidnapped again, the fat man felt helpless, especially when he was kidnapped right under his mentor's nose, which made him feel even more desperate.
"Teacher, you don't care about me anymore!"
The answer given by the young instructor was very clear: since Mu Yuan didn't want to take care of this student, he didn't want to have anything to do with him either.
There was one more thing he hadn't said. Fang Shan's judgment of a transvestite a while ago really scared him, causing him to look at his own nightmare with a strange look now.
The fat man was forcibly taken to the dormitory. Fang Shan stretched his hands and feet, thinking about where to start first.
Fatty: "Don't hit me, I'll tell you everything."
If it were someone else, Fang Shan might have praised him, saying that he who knows the current situation is a hero, but at this moment, he just laughed: "You know you can't hide it anymore, so you don't act anymore?"
The fat man nodded pitifully.
Fang Shan changed his usual gentle demeanor and said with a ferocious expression, "Do you know what your biggest mistake is?"
Fatty: "Shouldn't you hide the information you know?"
Fang Shan sneered, "Wrong. The thing I hate most in my life is being surpassed in acting skills."
“…”
After stepping hard on his face, Fang Shan reached out his hand: "Give it to me?"
The fat man fell into a long silence for the first time. After a long while, he slowly said, "I can give you the things, but you have to wait until tomorrow."
Fang Shan said calmly, "The night is long and dreams are many."
The fat man hung his head and said, "Let me find a brothel to sleep in for the night first."
If you want to get the skin of a tiger, especially two unreliable tigers, you need to leave your bloodline first.
Just as he was thinking about it, he went to look at Wei Sushen again. At present, the fat man had a slightly better impression of Mo Xiu. Compared with Fang Shan, Mo Xiu seemed less hateful.
But with such a troublesome nightmare demon by his side, life must be like walking on thin ice, with no end in sight. So he kindly suggested: "Why don't you come with me and leave behind an heir to carry on the legacy, so that he will at least have something to look forward to in the future."
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked.
Fang Shan stepped on the people slowly, smiling and saying, "You are the first one who is not afraid of death to this extent."
The fat man cast a look of help at Wei Sushen, but the latter was destined to disappoint him. He waited until the system had stepped on him enough before saying, neither lightly nor heavily, "The list is important."
Fang Shan gave up and put on a partner's attitude, pulling the fat man up from the ground and gently brushing the dust off his body.
"When great things are accomplished, you will definitely benefit from it."
The fat man licked his dry lips, and the slight sense of worry in his heart quickly disappeared.
To put it bluntly, everyone puts their own interests first.
"I do have another list." He lowered his voice and looked around like a thief.
Hearing his true admission, Fang Shan was slightly surprised: "My family dotes on me quite a bit."
Even such top secrets can be leaked to children and grandchildren.
"It was my own effort," the fat man frowned. "I had the foresight to bribe the old man's confidants and, in effect, made his things mine."
“…”
The fat man sneered, "What else? My mother is old and fading, and he's married again. Who can predict what will happen in the future?"
Fang Shan thought about it and could understand. To be able to sit in the position of the head of the family, he must have good talent. The fat man's father can live for at least another hundred years. Many things are really uncertain.
The fat man provided a few names, which certainly wasn't all. But Fang Shan didn't go too far. He glanced at Wei Sushen, and after he left, he could hear the sound of someone coming down the stairs, as if he was out doing some business.
The fat man said sarcastically, "We have a perfect understanding."
He could probably guess that Mo Xiu was going to confirm the authenticity of those names.
Looking at Fang Shan again, when the owner of the dormitory was not there, she was like a butterfly dancing among flowers, walking back and forth, sometimes looking at herself in the mirror and feeling sorry for herself, and sometimes muttering some poems of praise to herself.
Time passed minute by minute, the sky darkened a degree, but he didn't stop.
The fat man suddenly felt that using butterfly to describe him was not accurate, and that bee should be the more accurate description.
"You guys..." Although I couldn't stand it, I couldn't help but feel curious: "You have a cross-dressing fetish and you like the same sex, so why haven't you taken your relationship any further?"
At this time, Wei Sushen just walked to the door of the dormitory. Hearing this, for some unknown reason, he stopped and did not go in.
After a while, Fang Shan's helpless voice rang out, "It's our personalities. He and I are both soft-hearted and submissive. If we really were to be together, it would have to be mutual. As far as I know, this kind of thing hasn't been invented in human history."
“…”
Fang Shan looked up at the sky: "I hate it!"
The author has something to say: System 666 positions itself as a scheming bottom.
System 666's positioning of the host: Iceberg CEO.
The troubles of young Fang Shan: How to perform mutual acceptance?
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Fatty: What do you think after hearing this?
Wei Sushen: ...Where’s the knife?
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