Heroic Death System

"Ling, don't put a stinky face, I can't get your home to be a guest." Ge Junxuan sat comfortably on the sofa, smiling Looking at the opposite side of the scene.

Wen Jing gave him a look and did not speak. He doesn't mind Ge Junxuan coming to be a guest, but he cares about Bo Lin around him. This person has a close relationship with Chen Zixiong, and he is unclear with Ge Junxuan. Obviously, he is not a simple person.

Ge Junxuan looks savvy, and it is actually easy to believe in others. He has always been sincere to his friends. Wen Jingxi does not want him to be deceived. He must remind him of a few words.

"Let's come over for dinner." The sound of Shang Ke came from the small hall.

Wen Jingyan's face was slow, indicating that Ge Junxuan and he went to the small hall to dine.

"Hey, look at it and you will know how to eat." Ge Junxuan praised.

Wen Jingyu gave him a "eyes of my people, of course, the best you still use" to show off your eyes.

Ge Junxuan rolled his eyes. After the guy had the object, the style of the painting became a bit strange.

This lunch is based on a sub-food system. There are eight foods, one for each, and there is a large market in the middle. If the amount is small, you can add it yourself. Dining at home is relatively random and does not require restraint for courtesy.

After Ge Junxuan tasted it, he was full of praise for the craftsmanship of Shang Ke. Later, he noticed that the dishes in the dish were somewhat different from others. He couldn't help but ask: "Yes, why are these two dishes without our share?"

Wen Jingliang cool road: "The food on the table is not enough for you to eat?"

"This is not the same." Ge Junxuan Zhen Zhen has a word, "If it is ordinary food, eating and eating less is no different, but this kind of professional-grade food, each one should not be missed."

He said, he looked at Shangke again and smiled femininely: "Cocoa, is there any extra money for me?"

Is cocoa also called? Wen Jingyu looked at Ge Junxuan with a bad face.

Ge Junxuan completely ignored his threatening eyes and looked at him with pity.

"Are you sure you want to try it?" I can still hesitate to ask.

Ge Junxuan focused on the head, a resolute expression of "no regrets for food death."

"Okay." It is still possible to share two dishes with him.

Ge Junxuan took it with joy and couldn't wait to eat it. He only ate two, and his face was like poisoning. He screamed in pain and rushed toward the bathroom.

Next to Bo Lin, I couldn't understand what was going on.

A few minutes later, Ge Junxuan came out of the bathroom with a look of color and asked: "Yes, this terrible food, how did you make it?"

Still smiling and handing a drink to him.

Ge Junxuan drank and continued: "More importantly, can you actually eat it?"

“I like it very much.” I can still eat with ease, and I don’t think there is any problem with the taste.

Ge Junxuan is incredible: "Yes, is your taste and your cooking inversely proportional? This kind of poisonous food has far exceeded the limits of human taste!"

"No one wants you to eat." Wen Jingyu coldly inserted a sentence.

"That's because I believe in the culinary skills, but who knows that he will torture his stomach so inhumanely!" Ge Junxuan held himself up.

Wen Jingyan calmly said: "The two dishes you have eaten are what I did." Is it comparable to poison? Is it inhuman? well.

Ge Junxuan: "..."

After dozens of seconds, Ge Junxuan silently cast a very "awe" look at Shang Ke. The power of love is so great that even poisons are as good as they are.

"Hurry and get out of the way after eating." Wen Jingyu was uncomfortably cold.

Ge Junxuan quickly converges his expression and begins to concentrate on the food in a concentrated and elegant manner. As for the two dark dishes, he was pushed back to the front without being traced.

Bo Lin moved around and saw that he seemed to be isolated and could not be inserted. Wen Jingyi and the monk can become a world, Ge Junxuan focuses on food, and the peaceful atmosphere is incompatible with him.

After eating, Wen Jingyi called Ge Junxuan to the study, leaving Shang Ke and Bo Lin in the living room.

"How long have you been in contact with Wen?" Bo Lin asked suddenly.

A few worlds add up and say less than a hundred years.

Can still answer: "not long." Compared to the next few hundred thousand years, it really does not take long.

"I think so too." Bo Lin said faintly. "When I always date me, I am afraid I still don't know you."

Yes: Oh, when you "dating", you must not pay attention to a pen around you.

"Is it?" Still smiling and tea.

When Bo Lin saw him with a cloud-like appearance, he couldn’t help but feel a little angry and continued: "Do you not think we look alike?"

Don't you play with the slapsticks? He really doesn't want to lower his style.

It is still possible to insert a piece of yellow flesh from the fruit bowl and smile: "The sweet potato and the yacon are also very similar, but one will fart if eaten more, and the other will improve male function."

Bo Lin was like a banned magic, and he was too fluent to speak.

He screamed at the anger, not disguising his dislike and hatred.

No one can hide their negative emotions in front of the pen. I can still lean on the sofa leisurely, and look at him like a child.

The heavier the person, the easier it is to be impulsive, especially when he is sitting next to a pen that eats evil.

Bo Lin’s expression is uncertain. Why can’t he get what he wants when he is humiliated? Does this person have everything by relying on one face? (Yes: It makes sense, because you are not a pen.)

Looking at the appearance of his white lotus, Bo Lin could not wait to tear him up, and he had an irresistible desire to destroy. The line of sight inadvertently picked up the cup of hot cup on the table. He thought about it and slowly took a sip from the cup on the table. He immediately said, "Yes, my tea is a little cold, I can help me change it. A cup?"

"Okay." Still pleasantly promised, took the cup from his hand and went to the kitchen to give him a cup of hot new tea.

“Thank you.” Bolin stood up and reached over. When he reached out, his knees “carelessly” hit the coffee table. One center of gravity was unstable and the body was dumped forward. At the same time, the hot tea on the hand was straight. Splashed on his face.

If a normal person is being swayed by a wave, the hot liquid will burn the skin or it is a small matter. When it is serious, it is enough to burn other people's eyes. As long as you say that you are not careful, even if you are held accountable, it has already caused irreparable harm to others. At that time, you may be able to successfully destroy other people's love and let him get what he wants.

I have to say that Bolin has nothing to do with the truth, and he is taking advantage of the relationship between Ge Junxuan and Wen Jingyu.

Unfortunately, his opponent is a darker pen than him.

When the hot water splashed on the face, he could hold his face and scream, and succumb to death on the ground.

"Ah, sorry, you are fine!" Bo Lin looked "anxiously" to help him. "Let's see, hurt is not serious?" If it is not serious, he can make up again, the cup is still in him. Hold it on your hand.

While still low-lying, while slowly following the movement of Bolin, slowly raise his head.

A face that was hot and unrecognizable suddenly appeared in the eyes of Bo Lin. The red eyes and blood oozing out, scared Bo Lin and screamed and fell to the ground.

Hearing the cry, Wen Jingzhen and Ge Junxuan ran out of the study. See the two people in the living room, one squinting on the ground, one with a horrified face pointing at each other.

"What happened?" Wen Jingyi walked quickly to the side of Shangke, and his eyes flashed a bit of burnt color.

"He, he..." Bo Linqiang pressed down the panic in his heart and said with a sigh. "I can still give me a cup of hot tea. When I was in the cup, I didn't stand still. I accidentally called the tea on his face." It is."

Said, he took Ge Junxuan's sleeves and said with a crying voice: "Jun Xuan, I really didn't mean it."

"Okay, it's okay." Ge Junxuan held his comfort, and then nervously asked, "How can you still hurt, do you want to go to the hospital to see?"

Bolin remembered his face again, whispered: "He hurts like it is serious..."

Ge Junxuan’s face changed slightly, and the monk could quickly go to the Jingjing monk.

When I heard Bo Lin’s words, Wen Jingzhen was not nervous, but it was still unscathed in the fire, let alone a small cup of hot tea? It’s just that Bo Lin’s narrative is worthy of investigation. The cold light in Wen Jing’s eyes flashed away.

"Cocoa, how?" Wen Jingyu helped him and whispered.

"Nothing, don't worry." Can still let go and slowly expose his face.

Bolin subconsciously removed his gaze, but he listened to Ge Junxuan and said with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it is not very serious."

what? Is it not serious? Bo Lin turned his head sharply and saw that there was no other scar on his face except for a pink burn on his right eye.

Bo Lin looked at him with amazement, as if he saw something incredible.

"It hurts?" Wen Jingyu gently kissed the pink.

"No pain." Shangke's eyes are foggy, and the pink color of his eyes not only does not destroy his beauty, but adds a bit of flattery.

"Come here, I will give you an ice pack." Wen Jingyan took the hand of Shang Ke, and did not look at Bo Lin, and went straight into the kitchen.

"Bai Lin, you are too careless. If you can still burn a good one, Jing Hao must kill you." Ge Junxuan looked at Bo Lin with blame, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. In the study room, Wen Jingyu reminded him to guard against Bo Lin, but he never wanted to believe that this person would betray him.

"Sorry, it is my fault." Bo Lin lowered his head and covered his face with suspicion and resentment.

When Ge Junxuan saw his poor appearance, he was soft and no longer said anything.

"What's the situation?" In the kitchen, Wen Jingyi asked for a slap in the face while whispering.

"Oh, I didn't stand still, and hot tea was on my face." Still can be serious, "I suspect he has indirect polio."

Wen Jingwei: "..."

"Do you remind Ge Junxuan that this person is not reliable?"

"Remind, but he seems to have moved his heart to Bolin." Wen Jingyan calmly said, "Penno Island's project, Junxuan also invested, even if they don't talk about feelings, they are also partners."

Can still frown, and soon there will be a major accident, Ge Junxuan is afraid to be implicated by Qingwei.

As expected, one night after half a month, Wen Jingyu received a call from Ge Junxuan: "Jing Hao, I have an accident, coming to Kistler Mountain, I, I..."

When the words have not been finished, the phone becomes a busy tone.

Wen Jingyan’s face was gloomy. While sending people to inquire about the situation, she drove to Qishi Mountain while driving heavy rain.