In the middle of the sky of the death training ground, there is a small artificial planet, which is as small as a surface area of ​​only one park. If you run around the planet for a while, you may not have sweated yet...

The whole planet is probably a manor. There is a villa in the stem of the small planet, which is the ordinary Chinese style, with a slightly classical flavor.

The layout of the villa is a bit strange.

The top floor is the living room, probably the place to receive students; the bottom floor is the laboratory, where Song Ming was installed with spiritual bombs. Whether it is the top floor or the bottom floor, its decoration style is mainly based on the classical monk style, but it is only on the middle floor of the villa—

It turned out to be a completely modern three-bedroom apartment, just like a mezzanine in the middle of a hamburger.

The house is transparent on all sides, fully automatic intelligent furniture, sinking slow rocking sofa, 3D holographic high-definition color TV, carpets and walls that can simulate the climate of the four seasons, transformer steam sauna, and a gorgeous and charming bathroom with no trace of it—

Teacher Xuan Mei.

...

It's too late.

Song Ming came to the villa and met with Feiya.

Surprisingly, the defense here is very weak, almost like air. The huge Blade Wing Fighter was parked behind the villa, with yellow lights, fascinating. Two wolves jumped and chasing and playing. Butterflies with big faces were shuttled through the garden, and beautiful bird calls came from the roof...

No one cared about Feiya.

She leaned quietly outside the fuselage, and the yellow light shone on her side face, printing a small butterfly-shaped purple birthmark, while the other half of her face was immersed in the shadows.

The light shone on the light pupils, like the sunlight passing through the tall trees and sprinkling on the middle of the lake in the middle of the jungle, the light waves blowing from the breeze... The whole calm was like water, as if it was integrated with this environment, without any inconsistency.

However, in Song Ming's opinion, Feiya was so strange at this moment, as if she had only met this woman today.

Ding—System prompt: Your hormones exceed the standard!

“…”

Song Ming removed his spiritual armor, but did not put the Blade Wing fighter into the system space, but left it to Feiya, because this could fully play a role in wind control. With fighter jets and without fighter jets, Feiya was completely two people.

Feiya stared at Song Ming's withdrawn spiritual armor, and was particularly curious:

"Are you a dormant cat... Why do you have so many babies in your belly?"

Song Ming didn't explain, just joked casually:

"Actually, I'm an actor...well no, I'm a personal space ring."

Feiya didn't look at it carefully, and asked instead:

"I just looked at it. Teacher Xuan Mei is still taking a shower... I really don't need to introduce you to me?"

"Puff... It seems that you are very familiar with the teacher!"

"I'm a little familiar."

"That's easy to do."

"Then I'll take you to see her so that there will be no problems."

Throwing away the grassroots in his mouth and tidying his clothes. Song Ming waved his hand and smiled:

"It's better for me to go straight and look polite."

Next, Song Ming and Feiya talked about their plans in detail and deployed a complete preparation for wind control and evacuation.

What made Feiya a little puzzled is:

"You really want to climb in through the window?"

Song Ming replied leisurely:

"This is how you can be polite. Find a hidden place to catch the wind, and immediately whistle when you hear a sound outside the house, and hear a sound inside the house... just pretend you didn't hear it."

Feiya didn't look at it carefully, and said lightly:

"Then you have to be careful."

...

After sending Feiya away, Song Ming took out a grass root from his arms and held it beautifully in his mouth. Then he climbed up to the large window on the second floor pointed to by Feiya.

As for why you have to climb up through the window? Grandson Youyun—

Surprise yourself and attack them unpredictably.

Song Ming crawled very slowly, so slow that he could hear his breathing and heartbeat, and the gurgling sounds of water coming from the window, so slow that he could smell the subtle and silence of the air.

It's so good to be young!

Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, like minions, like devils, climb, climb... With the classic melody in my mind, Song Ming climbed to the peak of life step by step. When he finally climbed to the window, he could roughly count how many steps he had just climbed and how much his heart had bent.

An exciting moment is coming!

At this moment, what appeared before Song Ming was the one who was moving like a rabbit and quiet like a virgin—

curtain.

And... a pig with his limbs close to the wall and lying in front of the window in a gecko-shaped manner!

That's right, you read it right, you're really lying in front of the window with one limbs close to the wall, lying in the shape of a gecko.

pig.

The green grass roots slid down from Song Ming's mouth, and a cold wind blew on his bleak face.

"this……"

Song Ming rubbed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and looked at the pig carefully.

Only then did I realize that the fat lump of meat in the dim light was not all pigs, but a fat uncle had a pig head on his body, probably a bit like Zhu Bajie in "Journey to the West", but his dress was much more fashionable than Zhu Bajie, which was close to the appearance of the male protagonist Hongzhu in "Red Pig" in Hayao Miyazaki.

His hair is sparse and neat, his two beards are slightly upturned, he has sunglasses on his face, a straight windbreaker, shiny leather shoes, and a dark red sword around his waist.

The more Song Ming looked, the more he felt more distressed.

So he pinched his throat and said softly:

"Damn, I'm holding a pig's head in the middle of the night, who are you?"

I didn't expect that the fat pig would speak human words:

"Shhh... we peek at the same woman at the same time, so we can be considered as peeping friends."

"ha?"

Song Ming couldn't laugh and cry. He felt that no matter how bad his taste was, he would not like the same as the pig. When he felt bad—

The fat pig suddenly changed his position, sucked on the wall with one hand, stepped on the air with both legs, and smoked a cigar with a comfortable expression. He opened his mouth and asked in English:

"?"

Song Ming felt strange and creepy all over his body. However, looking at the curtains whirling with the wind beside him, he was very confused in the window, and his mind was not on the fat pig at all, so he replied coldly:

"Songming."

The fat pig shook his head and showed disappointment:

"Is Song Ming... just a person who created a human?"

"!"

Song Ming was shocked in his heart. Who is this pig? He actually saw his identity at a glance!

But his face was no different, and he was still wearing a style like the wind, and he asked with a toothless English:

"?"

However, the fat pig was not angry, just grinned and politely pushed the sunglasses to his wide forehead:

"Rousseau, Amor Rousseau."

Seeing that the polite and serious response was made, Song Ming felt a little nervous:

"Is it necessary for a pig to give such a majestic name?"

Rousseau put his sunglasses back in front of him, then raised the collar of his windbreaker to cover his strong thick neck tightly:

"Pig...my true body has been discovered again."

Song Ming sweats:

"It would be strange if such a big pig's head was not discovered!"

Rousseau held his pig's head, looked at the moon with a cigarette in his mouth, and sighed quietly:

"Whether or not, we are so speculative, we are truly a prying friend."

Song Ming was speechless and choked back:

"Where is speculation? Can you stop blocking my practice?"

Rousseau did not reply, sucked the cigar to the end in one breath, and flicked his fingers gracefully, thrusting his cigarette butt away.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of water flowing in the room and stopped abruptly. So he opened the curtain, stretched out the pig's head and poked in. Perhaps seeing the incredible enchanting figure, he couldn't help but scream:

"So big!"

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