High Magic Earth

Yi Xiao boarded a taxi and drove all the way to his home. The scenery outside the car was constantly retreating. Yi Xiao bored a wand and turned around in his hand, from one section of his finger to the other end. There is not much boredom, but in fact he still hesitates about the incident.

It is not to deny the authenticity of the traversal, but also the purpose of the interrogative consciousness set to let itself traverse.

As Madison said at the time, I was not short of things. Although there were no relatives, but there were friends who were like relatives. The only drawback might be feelings that I could never get.

But perhaps it is because there are not too complicated feelings that make me have nothing to ask for the status quo.

Yi Xiao thought that the person who died in his hands during this day might have the potential to become a murderous devil. This is what he has always tried to avoid, because in his eyes eating and killing are the same, completely derived from need or need. As a psychiatrist, he naturally knows these symptoms, and although there is no solution, he can exercise restraint.

The consciousness gathers, Yi Xiao narrows his eyes, everything comes from it, he still has two accounts, he has not counted, why should he imply himself, and why should he change the direction of the curse and put himself to death, if this matter I don't understand, I will go through it next, so my situation will become very passive.

But no one can consult now. Yi Chou estimates that Chen Cong doesn't know, and he can't ask for an exit. Is it that he has gone to a wizard plane and he hasn't opened it yet, but the consciousness set seems a bit unhappy to himself.

For research institutes and campuses, Yi Chou can only snort. Although it is said that both were established soon, the earliest traversal has only passed one year, but after a year of exhibition, it is still slowly expanding. For any special purpose, only the leader's character is too slow.

Moreover, Yi Biao does not want to join in. This is a kind of ostracism. When he hears it, he feels it. Sure enough, only a lazy and free life is the most suitable for him.

However, they have done a very good job in confidentiality. They have gone through many natural phenomena before and have not found them. Perhaps they have already found them, and they have modified their memories, and Yi Huo ticked his mouth.

"Hey, I said, is your wand a prop? Are you a fan?" The driver in front glanced at Yi Chou through the rearview mirror.

Yi Ao was conceived by the driver, but still had a smile on his face, "Yeah, I bought it at the Hogwarts store and it cost me a lot of money."

"It's really nice and delicate, I am also a fan." The driver envyed him, his age is not old, "Unfortunately, the work is too busy to go out." Obviously, taxi drivers are basically nagging, he is nagging. Speaking of it, although Yi Biao is not answering, but he does not care, as long as he said his own.

He finally got to the destination, if the grumpy person would not give the driver a good look at this time, but Yi Chou did not feel anything, smiled and paid the car and went to the house.

Yi Biao's home is on the third floor, the first floor is psychological counseling, and the second floor is a hall. It is usually there to entertain a friend or open a party, and occasionally Qu Hong also stays in the past.

Yi Xiao shook his magic wand and went up the stairs. When the light was on when he passed the second floor, he guessed it was Qu Hong.

Two steps forward, Yi Huo pushed the door open.

"Surprise..." A hand was stretched out on the sand opposite the TV and waved, Quhong's weak voice came.

"Every time it is this surprise, if you haven't made a mess here." Yi Chou looked at the messy food bags and beer bottles around.

"Is the road happy?" Qu Hong came to his spirit and climbed up to support the sand.

"It's okay, I have harvested a beautiful love." Yi Ao handed the wand to Qu Hong and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of juice.

"Wow, it's only a few days." Qu Hongchen smiled, "What is this?" He looked at his wand over and over, "When did you... get hooked on Harry Potter?"

"No no no." Yi Noo leaned on the sand comfortably and shook his finger. "This is a testimony of love."

"Okay, you said yes." Qu Hong got up and sat next to Yi Huo, hugged his neck. "Tell you good news. I met a Norwegian girl in the metropolis a few days ago. Going on holiday in Norway!"

Norway? When I thought of Norway's Yihuo, I thought of the pit father's dragon.

"Brother." Qu Hong shook Yi Chou's neck, "You have to laugh more! I said you would have gone for a few days, why do I feel like you have gone through a century."

Yi Xiao rolled his eyes. He felt that this action could express his mood perfectly.

"Is there?" Yi Biao asked. "I just met some **** English guys, yes... some."

"What happened?" Qu Hong took his hand down.

"Nothing." Yi Xuan shrugged. "This trip still has nothing to gain." Qu Hong knows that Yi Xiao refers to some natural research. This is also a hobby shared by the two.

"No, no, it's just an interest anyway." Qu Hong shrugged.

"But now I want to know what I am after." Yi Biao took a sip of juice.

"Are you really okay?" Qu Hong put his hand on Yi Xuan's forehead, and Yi Xuan reached out to shoot him.

"Okay, okay, do you want me to say it? Have fun in time." Qu Hong thought for a while, "Forget you, tell me your American love story, what does the other party look like? Which bar did you know? Did you leave a photo? ?"

"No, but do you want me to remember?"

"What?"

"It's nothing.."

. . .

The two discussed until midnight, Qu Hong has always been a very energetic person in Yi Biao's memory, a small white face full of vitality, yes, even if he has the energy and the vitality, he can't hide him as a small white face fact.

Like all beautiful-looking men, he hates others saying he looks beautiful, but Yi Xiao feels that he is indeed a pseudo-mother.

Back in his bedroom, Yi Noo took a shower and sorted his pockets by the way. It always felt weird.

When he was taking a shower, the phone kept ringing, and it seemed like he was dying in the middle of the night, but Yi Chou was also very calm. He kept washing for half an hour before coming out. Not big.

"Hello, who is it?" Yi Xuan picked up the phone.

"Is it Mr. Yi Biao, I would like to make an appointment to talk to you and ask some questions." Opposite the phone is fluent English.

"No problem, but now he is too late, let's talk about it tomorrow." Yi Huo said this calmly, directly buckled up, and then unplugged the phone line.

The office phone line is also connected to the bedroom at the same time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But there are always some guys with nowhere to call at most in the middle of the night, so the phone line is connected externally.

Close the curtains to cover the splendid city, leaving Yi Chou alone in the room.

In any case, life must continue.

Early in the morning the next day, Yi arrogantly sat down in his own private clinic. The modern people's inner emptiness stretched out various psychological diseases, and one of them was an expensive consultation.

But when Yi Xao reclined on his chair, he always felt like he had forgotten something, and it should be important.

But this problem didn't bother him for too long, because a guest came to the door.

Yi Xiao walked to the outer hall, and there was already a man sitting on Changsha. He was an acquaintance with dark brown eyes. He got up and gave Yi Huo a big hug.

"Meet my friend again, did you find the Natural Force Research Association? By the way, I didn't have time to introduce myself at the party last time. My name is Harbin Felton." He paused. "From Sparta." ()