The soft moonlight came in from the window and sprinkled on the desk.

The night is getting darker and a little hazy.

Su Fu opened his eyes and leaned on the bed.

Exiting from the Black Card Dream, he checked the mental perception value, increased by 1, and now reached 13 points, and went further from hitting the third-level professional dreammaker.

This time, the second-grade nightmare in the black card was a bit too relaxed for Su Fu.

Three brain teasers asked the stupid and cute pen fairy stupid.

Bixian knows everything, but unfortunately... her brain won't turn.

If every person Bixian met was as sarcastic as Su Fu, Bixian would be afraid that she could only squat in the corner of the wall and draw circles.

These days, every profession has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, and it is not easy to be a pen immortal.

On the bed, the cat girl was lying on her face, exhaling and inhaling very smoothly.

Su Fu was completely sleepy and his eyes were open.

Next to his pillow, there was an old ballpoint pen.

This is a reward for the black card.

After grabbing the ballpoint pen, Su Fu played with it for a while, and it seemed like an ordinary pen.

However, according to the reward description, this money should be the place where Bixian lives.

Su Fu grabbed the pen and could indeed feel the resentment of the pen immortal.

His eyes lit up slightly, and Su Fu knocked on the ballpoint pen.

"Bixian, are you here? You come out and we can continue to communicate a few questions."

Su Fu said politely.

ballpoint pen:"……"

After a while, the ballpoint pen did not change at all, but the resentment of the pen fairy that came out of it became even worse.

Su Fu sighed with regret and stopped harassing the Bixian.

Looking at the ballpoint pen, Su Fu pursed her lips, got up, took out a piece of white paper and spread it on the desk.

As soon as I started writing, the paper on the desk was torn into two halves.

The surface of the table was left with deep marks, as if it had been cut by a knife.

So sharp?

Su Fu took a deep breath. If this was stabbed on someone...what would it be possible?

Suddenly, I seemed to think of something.

Su Fu's eyes lit up.

He stared at the ballpoint pen, and his mental perception slowly released.

When you feel touching the ballpoint pen, it is like touching a ball of soft cotton candy.

Afterwards...

“biu!”

A whistle.

The ballpoint pen burst out like a spring under the control of Su Fu's mental perception.

A circular hole was drilled directly into the wall in front of me, and the sides of the circular hole were extremely smooth...

The ballpoint pen floated in Su Fu's palm.

Looking at the ballpoint pen, Su Fu didn't know what to say for a moment.

turn out to be……

This is the correct way to open the Bixian ballpoint pen.

It is usually used as a combat dream card, and it has a similar nature to a diamond shuttle.

However, unlike the short shuttle, the ballpoint pen has a very small sound during flight, which is completely different from the huge short shuttle.

This is simply...

When traveling at home, people must have...ball-point pens!

This brush is completely different from the straightforward personality of Bixian.

Su Fu pursed her lips.

Compared with the battle dream card, the ballpoint pen is directly controlled by perception, which is more convenient than a little bit.

After playing with the ballpoint pen for a while, I tested the perceived consumption.

Although ballpoint pens are powerful, they also consume a lot of perception.

Maintaining basic suspension consumption is OK, 1 mental perception is consumed every minute, but if you shoot like a short shuttle, the consumption is huge. One shot consumes almost 2 mental perception, which means...

With Su Fu's mental perception intensity, he fired at most six ballpoint pens.

Holding the cold ballpoint pen, Su Fu sat on the chair.

Carefully hide the ballpoint pen.

Starting today, his combat methods will no longer be single.

In addition to the irritable big sword ghost bride, he now has an extra old pen, which is very pleasant.

It was late at night, but Su Fu was so excited that she couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning, Su Fu got up, activated the instrument, and began to make entertainment dream cards...

Anyway, I’m bored, so I’ll share with my friends at the entertainment site to cultivate sentiment and enhance love and courage in the toilet entertainment dream.

Everyone should like it very much.

...

Haiteng Building.

It was late at night, but the roar of the old engine was roaring in the dark.

A large truck drove from outside the Haiteng Group and stopped in front of the building.

Figures in black windbreakers walked out of the Haiteng Building and jumped into the truck.

Lao Fu leaned against the entrance of the building hall, and his black sunglasses reflected the objects covered by huge canvas on the truck...

The canvas raised a corner, and the deep metallic luster shone faintly under the moonlight.

Top floor of the building.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Jiang Chengyong took a cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath, looking through the window at the cargo carried by the large truck below.

"Thank you, brother, the goods have finally arrived."

Behind Jiang Chengyong, wearing a white suit and a black rose in his chest pocket, smiled slightly. With his slender fingers, he lit up the table and said, "Smoking less cigarettes is bad for your health..."

Jiang Chengyong's hand holding a cigar suddenly froze.

Sighing, Jiang Chengyong wrung out the cigar, and a faint smoke filled the room.

"Hai Teng Group is my parents and my half-life of hard work... Don't really mess it up. I spent half of the group's savings to save you. It's not that you would destroy the group... The other directors are already a little dissatisfied with me."

Jiang Chengyong said with complicated eyes.

Jiang Chengxu waved his hand unconsciously, "At present, you have no way out. As for the directors..."

"If it's really in the way, what if I kill them for you?"

The cold words echoed in the room, and the indifference to life in his tone made Jiang Chengyong take a deep breath.

He suddenly regretted...

Is it the right decision to rescue Jiang Chengxu?

Hurry!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The huge shadow obscures the moonlight.

The crane pulled the giant thing carried by the truck and pulled it to the top floor of the building.

...

Top floor of the building.

A huge object covered by canvas is placed quietly on it.

Jiang Chengxu played with Black Rose, put his hand in his pocket, pushed open the iron door, and walked slowly.
To be continued...