Chapter 128 Other Aliens? (1/2)

A European waitress gave them the last dessert, which turned out to be three world-famous paintings made of chocolate.

The famous chocolate painting taken by Long Xi was Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. Mo Kun got a work, named The Sleeping Gypsy, which was originally painted by Rousseau, a French post-impressionist, while grandma received Van Gogh’s The Starry Night.

These were indeed works of art, and they could not even eat them!

They polished off the paintings with great distress and guilt!

In the evening, Mo Kun asked Long Xi to go back to the hotel with grandma, and he, in an invisibility cloak, followed Yamamoto Longsan home.

Before Yamamoto Longsan returned home, his great aunt had already fallen asleep, leaving the door open and a light on.

Yamamoto Longsan took a shower and went to sleep, soon falling asleep like a log.

Mo Kun took out a brain detector that was as big as a shaver.

Before implanting the chip into a person’s brain, he needed to scrutinize his brain by the detector to confirm that the chip would not give rise to any brain damage.

However, things were much worse than he had thought!

There was already a chip in Yamamoto Longsan’s brain.

This chip also served the function of automatic defense, which played the role as the master of the brain, forcibly blocking the invasion of another chip.

If he forced to implant the chip, the two chips would vie for territory, which was bound to harm Yamamoto Longsan’s brain permanently.

Mo Kun was totally puzzled.

Generally speaking, the technology of the chip implanted in Yamamoto Longsan’s brain was 500 years ahead of that of the Earth. Nobody could make such chips except him. In addition, it was very likely that there was no suitable raw material for this kind of chip, for he had been looking for a long time!

Unless… Mo Kun burst with joy!

“Are there any other people from Planet BT on Earth? Would that be SU?”

He could not contact SU anymore since he had made the video call with her on the back hill last time.

Mo Kun thought that she could not receive or transmit information since she was in the space-time tunnel to the Earth.

“It’s only been less than a year. Did SU reach the Earth in advance?

“But if it is SU, why hasn’t she come to me since she knows where I am? Is it another person from Planet BT? Or is it an alien from another planet?”

He, in the invisibility cloak, searched the room carefully twice to see if there were any signs of aliens.

There were only two bedrooms in this house, and Yamamoto Longsan’s great aunt was sleeping in another bedroom. Beside the bed was placed a small crib, in which a baby girl about three years old, dressed in cute panda pajamas, was sleeping soundly.

In addition to them, he did not see anyone else, let alone SU.

Mo Kun decided to leave temporarily and secretly observe what would happen with patience.

In another corner of the world, Yamamoto Shang brought Weiwei to a pink villa halfway up a mountain.

Although this villa was mid-range among the villas in this area, it was worth at least one or two million euros.

It was designed by a famous French architect and was really stylish.

Unfortunately, the furniture and decorations in the villa were like their owner, vulgar though luxurious. This was Yamamoto Shang’s mansion in France.

Last night, Yamamoto Shang took Weiwei here. He gave her several Hermes bags, and she accepted them.

These were all designer bags that she always wanted to buy but could not afford!

Yamamoto Shang led her to the bedroom, preparing to live a “happy life” here.

As Weiwei had been hurt before, she was very afraid of such a “happy life” that she shivered behind the closet.

Yamamoto Shang was indeed a womanizer, so he squeezed Weiwei into the corner of the closet and prevented her from moving.

Yamamoto Shang’s lips were really hot. He did not give Weiwei any chance to speak but kissed her directly, which overwhelmed Weiwei.

Eventually, she took the opportunity to speak. She gasped while stopping Yamamoto Shang’s hands that were about to reach into her clothes, then said, “Mr. Yamamoto, Mr. Yamamoto, I need to have a word with you. I want to ask you…”

Yamamoto was going to kiss her again. He was surprisingly strong so that Weiwei failed to move as he was on top of her.

Some weird patterns, seemingly like ancient characters, were tattooed on one of his cheeks, which were very strange.

The other half of his face was covered with long hair. At this moment, because Weiwei was quite close to him and the breeze blew his long hair, she saw that the half of his face was disfigured, and it seemed to have been severely burned.

His muscles, wrapped in the samurai costumes, like the power that had accumulated for a long time, burst out, seemingly to break the clothes, as if he would split the clothes like those who ate the delicacies of top quality in the anime Food Wars!

In sharp contrast to Weiwei’s cold skin, his skin was like a big soldering iron, which was entirely boiling hot.

Yamamoto Shang started to take off their clothes as he kissed Weiwei, then said stutteringly, “Call me husband!”

“Husband, husband, can you stop first. I have a request…” Weiwei was really shy and anxious at this time, for she could neither defeat him nor run away. Moreover, it was her that took the initiative to provoke him. Now, the meat was already on the cutting board. Now that Yamamoto Shang was going to make love with her at this point, how could she refuse him?