The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

After more than half a month of recuperation, except for the big hole poked out by the sword, Luo Bei's wounds have already healed.

Qin Yao was busy with affairs as Zuo Dharma protector, and she was out on missions a few days ago, so that during Luo Bei's recuperation period, apart from taking care of his little disciples, Mu Yanqiu was the one who came the most frequently.

Luo Bei poked the pork ribs in the pork rib soup. The soup was boiled white, with a few green onions floating on it, just looking at it made one's index finger move.

But no matter how delicious it looks, it only looks delicious. His food for the past half month is really bland, it can't be bland, and birds can fade out of his mouth.

Luo Bei resentfully poked the ribs again, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn Mu Yanqiu, what the hell should eat light food for the injured, it's as if there is no salt in it."

"Luo Bei." A clear and deep voice came from outside the room.

Luo Bei, who was cursing behind his back just now: ... a little flustered.

Then his door was pushed open.

Will Mu Yanqiu seek his permission before coming in?Don't dream, this call is just to inform him.

As soon as Mu Yanqiu came in, what he saw was that the food was tasteless, and Luo Bei, who was playing with chopsticks poking the ribs, moved a little bit the custard and sautéed green vegetables next to him.

Luo Bei gave him an angry look and said, "What's the matter?"

It's true that when you ask someone for help, you always call him a big brother, and when you are free, you don't even have a title.

Mu Yanqiu raised the plate of sour plum cake exuding a sweet aroma to Luo Bei, and said with a smile, "Dessert after dinner."

Luo Bei: ... Fuck!No!Come again.

Recently, Mu Yanqiu's behavior has always been weird, and he always likes to bring some sweets, and then watch him eat them in pain.

Sour plum cake, as the name suggests, is a sour and sweet sticky pastry.Except for peach blossom crisps, he really doesn't like other sweets!

Luo Bei choked on the sour plum cake that exuded a sweet and greasy smell, and suddenly felt that the tasteless pork rib soup and dried flat green vegetables were also delicious and flavorful.There is no harm if there is no comparison. Compared with this sweet and sour plum cake, even the Ruyi cake, lotus leaf soup, and rose cake that Mu Yanqiu brought over a few days ago are delicious.

Luo Bei tried to tell Mu Yanqiu with his eyes, the boss begged to let him go.

It's a pity that Mu Yanqiu succeeded in mistaking it for the sweet tooth monster's obsession with sweets.

Picking up a piece of sour plum cake, Luo Bei hesitantly handed the sour plum cake to his mouth several times, but he didn't dare to really eat it. He handed the sour plum cake to Mu Yanqiu's mouth in pain, with a look of ecstasy on his face. Wuke asked: "Eldest brother, do you want to eat?"

Mu Yanqiu looked at Luo Bei complicatedly, and when Luo Bei was about to retract his hand silently, Mu Yanqiu snatched the sour plum cake from his fingers.

Eat it!

down!

Now!

Luo Bei was taken aback by Mu Yanqiu's actions, his jaw almost dropped in surprise.According to the normal routine, shouldn't Mu Yanqiu threaten him coldly?Could it be that the sour plum cake this time is normal.

As everyone knows, in Mu Yanqiu's view, it is the cuteness of the sweet-tooth monster who is obviously very reluctant to part with it, but still wants to share a piece with him.

so cute!

Therefore, brain tonic is a disease that must be cured.

To prevent Mu Yanqiu from beating him up after eating, Luo Bei quickly threw himself into Mu Yanqiu's arms and held down Mu Yanqiu's hand. Brother, the minor injury has just healed, so don't do it!Can't I eat it?

Another version of the idea in my heart: Mu Yanqiu!You wait for me, when I master martial arts, I will turn into a serf and sing, I want you to look good!

Mu Yanqiu was very satisfied with Luo Bei's tactful embrace.

Just as Luo Bei opened his mouth slightly to speak, a piece of sweet and greasy pastry was stuffed into his mouth. The sweet and sour taste that melted in his mouth spread, attacking his taste buds. He could hardly control his facial expressions. .

Mu Yanqiu, in my previous life, I not only dug your ancestral grave, but also owed you a huge sum of money, so I stole your fiancée!Otherwise, are you going to take revenge on me like this in your life?

After finally chewing and chewing, and swallowing the sour plum cake, Luo Bei raised his head angrily, and glared fiercely at Mu Yanqiu. As for why he raised his head, it sounds so angry!Luo Bei has never been able to understand why he is half a head shorter than Mu Yanqiu, who looks better than women. It must not be that he is too short, but that Mu Yanqiu is very human, a little taller, and the height of the little leader Luo Bei Obviously, they are considered high among the congregation.

Mu Yanqiu saw Luo Bei's cute expression (he thought Luo Bei was cute no matter what he was doing anyway, and he was hopeless), and stretched out his slender fingers to poke his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The weird touch on his face made Luo Bei feel a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously wanted to turn to the beginning, but the revolution has not yet succeeded. Looking at several pieces of sour plum cakes on the plate that still smelled sweet, Luo Bei's entire face almost collapsed. down.

He adjusted his facial expression, pretending to be Qi Qi Ai Ai, and pitifully tugged at the corner of Mu Yanqiu's clothes.

Luo Bei, who was doing this series of actions, was heartbroken, and he didn't understand why Mu Yanqiu liked to see him look miserable.

Although I don't know why Luo Bei is so savvy, it doesn't affect Mu Yanqiu's good mood. Although his face is still expressionless, his tone is unconsciously cheerful: "Say."

Luo Bei couldn't help shivering when Luo Bei heard the 'say' without any emotion.

It’s so cold!

But if he was really asked to eat that kind of sweet and greasy dessert every day, without knowing if there was any ingredient in it, the little leader would simply go crazy.

Uncle, I really want to drag Mu Yanqiu out and beat him up, but what he lacks is an opportunity?What is missing is strength!Flawed.

Fight!

"That...Mu Yanqiu, no, senior brother, senior senior brother, can you stop bringing sweets tomorrow." Luo Bei asked cautiously.

God knows that he dare not eat what Mu Yanqiu brought him. Although he has no symptoms now, who knows if there is anything in it? His childhood was spent under the various tortures of Mu Yanqiu , Laxatives and poisons that emerge in an endless stream are almost commonplace.But his father still watched with cold eyes, taking this as a slight test for him.Although he is not much better, if it is said that the drug was started by him, he was very happy when he thought of drugging Mu Yanqiu, a violent element, to collapse. After getting started in martial arts, he seldom let the opponent suffer.

"Don't you like it?" Mu Yanqiu wondered.

Luo Bei's expression is almost cracked, it seems that few normal big men would like to eat sweets!Mu Yanqiu, are you sure you're not teasing me, wait... Could it be that Mu Yanqiu finds it funny every time he sees him eating sweets in such pain.

panic!After thinking about it, it seems... makes sense.

Luo Bei, who has had a mouth full of sweetness these days: Dad, stop retreating and come out to save your son. QQ