I'm already a waste dragon

The material gradually melted into blood water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood water became a new medium, spreading the infection outward.

"Mom, mom, can you still talk? Don't fall asleep." Xia Yang rushed over and used a magic weapon to collect all the blood. The goldfish just now has become a typical example. Once this breath spreads, wherever it goes, all living things Everything turned into blood in an instant, and there was no dregs left.

It was so dangerous that He Shaoyu was still driven away by himself. If there was any mistake when Cen Mian's soul body sneaked into his mother's consciousness, would the already slim chance of survival be tantamount to nothing.Xia Yang clenched his teeth tightly on his lips, biting the blood without knowing it, brother, is he really doing the right thing?

Xia Yang didn't know that even if he didn't come to Cen Mian, the ghost would still come to him.

Light the soul-inducing candles in the room one by one, and the weird smell instantly diffuses in the small living room. The extremely penetrating smell seems to reach the depths of the consciousness through the nasal cavity.

However, these are just the means to soothe the soul and body that Cen Mian read in the book. To be sure, only the spirit master himself is strong enough, and his partner is strong enough and reliable.

...Although, he seems to have neither.

Cen Mian took a deep breath, her body trembling in panic.However, there seemed to be something pulling him in the dark, and Cen Mian couldn't help hanging the last soul-inducing candle in his hand above the pulse of his right hand.

The pungent smell made him shiver, and he gritted his teeth. Cen Mian tilted his left hand holding the soul-inducing candle, and the smoking wax flowed down and dripped on the pulse, "sizzling" smoking, but a little No trace was left, as if it had penetrated directly into the soul body.

...Horse eggs!It doesn't say in the book that it hurts so much, woo woo woo woo!

Trembling as if overwhelmed, Cen Mian gritted his teeth until his face became ferocious, Cen Mian nodded to Xia Yang who was holding the other half of the candle, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Xia Yang looked at Cen Mian's pale face and the burning candle in his hand, but hesitated.He is a Fengli who grew up in the Wutong Mountains, and he has heard the legend of the dragon clan since he was a child.He knew a lot about the spirit master, but it was because of this knowledge that he felt ashamed of cheating on Cen Mian.

Until Mrs. Xia on the bed twitched in pain, vermilion blood stains covered her pale skin as if crawling out of her body, the child turned his head away from looking at Cen Mian, and the candle tears on Mrs. Xia's right hand fell drop by drop. On the pulse--

With a sound of "Pu-tong-", Cen Mian, who was sitting cross-legged, seemed to have his soul body taken away suddenly, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly. As if, really dead.

He really died. Almost at the same time, Xia Yang saw that his mother's body no longer twitched. He knew that it was Cen Mian's soul that had sneaked into his mother's body.

There was no wind, but in the dark room, soul-inducing candles were flickering violently. Outside the window was a thunderstorm, and the warm living room was as terrifying as a purgatory on earth.

Xia Yang put down the soul-inducing candle, and was horrified to see those large red blood spots in the same position as his mother, spreading all over Cen Mian's body, like blood blooming on the watercolor paper.

The spirit master uses knowledge as a medium, body as a bridge, his own soul as a medium to sneak into other people's thoughts, and his own body as a bridge to assist others to cross the boundary.It's just that between these two links, there is an obstructed, long, and extremely dangerous vacuum road. If there is no big demon to escort them, they will never return.

What's more, using the body as a bridge, the act of crossing the boundary violates the laws of all walks of life. Every violation of a boundary rule must pay a boundary penalty. Even if you escape by chance, backlash is inevitable.

If he trespassed into the God Realm, which ranks first among the six realms, it might be the end of the Spirit Lord...

"Woo————" The room seemed to be isolated from the world, with no air flowing, but Xia Yang was brought back to consciousness by the roar of the wind, and the soul-inducing candles were all blown out by an invisible force. The air gradually blurred like red ink——

scorpion.Thousands of blood scorpions.It was densely crowded and clamoring, multiplying and multiplying like division and reproduction, and it was about to reach the ceiling, and the next step was Cen Mian, who had no soul body below.

Growing up in the deep mountains, Xiao Fengli, who was new to this metropolis for the first time, had never seen such a battle. The last lit soul-inducing lamp in his hand was burning, and the candle tears scalded his hands, causing blood to ooze. Bubble, but he dare not let go.

If the body or the other party is killed when the spirit master sneaks into the opponent's consciousness, the spirit master will undoubtedly die.

Looking at Cen Mian's motionless body and the noisy scorpion surging like a cloud of blood above his head, Xia Yang's eyes flickered as he watched, hesitantly and guiltily held the trigger that seemed to be stuck to his skin. The soul candle, there is not much left of the candle body.

The picture of Cen Mian smiling at him like Ji Xia Fei, gently rubbing his head, protecting himself in front of He Shaoyu, secretly wiping away tears behind his back, decisively throwing away calamus, red The eyes are still comforting themselves, passing by frame by frame.

The child's body gradually weakened and collapsed, only a brown raccoon who was two heads taller than the child was standing. The hot tears of the soul-inducing candle stuck the rest of the candle body to his hand, and the candle heart ruthlessly bit by bit After burning, Feng Li gradually lost consciousness.

Only the dense group of scorpions witnessed Cen Mian's tail that seemed to appear autonomously, and the scaly blue hair on it.

***

"Ayu, if you don't come back, grandpa will send someone to get you." As soon as the car was turned on, He Qingyue's message came from the car phone.

He Shaoyu spent the night in the previously unused villa. With sleepless nights and recent fatigue, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stepped on the accelerator impatiently. The gray painted sports car reflected the dark light in the sun, straight The sharp angles outlined are full of power, the engine roars, and they take the elevated road with few people, and make a turn on the road to He's house.

"Ah Yu, when you took the green gnat, you promised that you would come back to the meeting obediently, what about you?" He Qingyue's messages came in one after another, and the content was nothing more than that.

He Shaoyu frowned when he heard the green gnat, tsk, don't let him care about the stupid dragon, he was worried about something, turned the steering wheel with his hand, and went straight to the bridge.

In the season when the city is full of wind and rain, it is also the road leading to the suburbs. The bridge is unimpeded like never before. The silver-gray sports car reflects the public light and drives straight on the bridge. not going back.

He Shaoyu finally squinted his eyes irritably, and casually pressed the car phone's loudspeaker with his bony long fingers. Along with the sound of disconnection, there was also the slow "buzzing—" sound of the MMS. , He Shaoyu glanced casually, but his face suddenly sank——

The sender wrote "little fool", but it was obviously written by Ling Dang.There is only one photo in the whole message, the camera is covered by half of a cat pad, and one can vaguely see Cen Mian shrugging his shoulders under the orange light with his back to the camera.

The date is yesterday.

Almost sixteen hours later, He Shaoyu frowned, threw the phone aside, and pulled out the jar containing the female worm from the dark cabinet——no response.

The viaduct happens to separate the Shanhai apartment and He’s house in the suburbs. Now there are only a few dark clouds on the He’s side of the bridge, and the sun is still shining, but the top of the Shanhai apartment is already torrential rain and as dark as an eternal night.

"Ayu, everything has its limits. I have always supported you in investigating cases, but it's been 20 years. This time..." He Qingyue's intermittent voice came from the phone, and He Shaoyu's eyes were cold, his eyes fixed on Cen Mian , with a long finger pinch, scrapped that noisy machine.

He Shaoyu slammed on the brakes, and the piercing long hiss echoed on the bridge. The edges and corners of the silver-gray sports car gleamed fiercely, and drew a long semicircle across the body, dragging a deep brake mark on the ground.

He turned the steering wheel hard to the left with his hand, and the water splashed all over the ground was aroused high, and the sports car turned left at an almost overdrawn speed and rushed into the bridge of Shanhai Apartment.

The anger that had been suppressed all night was released wildly, boiling He Shaoyu from the inside out.

Damn, stupid dragon, it really makes people angry!Knowing that he has such a dangerous physique, he still moves forward so foolishly!Do you really think you are the savior?Yesterday he even talked back to him because of Fengli!

Even knowing that as the spirit master, Stupid Dragon will inevitably have to build a bridge for that ghost, the process is still irritating.

The loudspeakers under his subordinates roared to drive away the people and cars in front, and drove straight into the suburban road. The howling wind and the torrential rain wet He Shaoyu's face and hair from the open window, and the gloomy expression on his face became even more gloomy.

Why is he so angry?A person who has always been indifferent, but is easily drawn into anger, so angry that he leaves him alone?

Cen Mian has grown up, compared to that idiot holding his suit pants and crying, now he has become braver, and even began to desire to use his own strength to "help" such a person, which was originally what he asked for.

It's just that seeing him about to "wrestle", he couldn't help warning; seeing him stubbornly and self-righteously refuting himself for such a role, he couldn't help but get angry.

Climbing to the top in the Shura field where the weak and the strong preyed on the feathers, He Shaoyu clearly knew that letting him fall by himself was the most perfect growth, but now he turned back. Damn, what is he doing for it?

It was like seeing a puddle of running water, which seemed shallow, but only after falling into it did I realize that the water was so deep that it was difficult to breathe.

The sports car was thrown downstairs without closing the door. He Shaoyu looked at the sixth floor in the center of the black cloud. Those passing humans couldn't see it, but he saw it—layers of blood scorpions spewed out like a red tide. One can imagine how tragic the situation is.

He rolled up the sleeve of the windbreaker jacket with one hand, loosened the tie, and stared at the balcony on the sixth floor with cold eyes. Behind He Shaoyu, the fire of karma ignited in the sky, like wings, the rain did not go out, but it was even more fragmented terror.Before humans could find out, the long legs moved, and he walked along the wall of the building to the balcony on the sixth floor in such a few steps at an angle that violated the human structure. A black and red figure flashed by.

The cold and hard leather shoes stood on the glass roof of the balcony at an incomprehensible angle, and the black ancient knife was in his hand, accompanied by fire all over the sky. He Shaoyu looked at the blood scorpions crawling in every corner of the house, the only lump of light in the middle , as if the wind fox turned into a candle, illuminating the small circle, protecting the bodies of mother and Cen Mian from being eaten.

His eyes fell on Cen Mian's body covered with layers of blood spots, and He Shaoyu's cold eyes were sharp for an instant, Ye Huo was paving the way ahead, and his shiny leather shoes stained with raindrops stepped on the scorched body of the blood scorpion, making "buzi" With the terrifying sound of "Buzi", the invaded blood scorpions rushed up in groups, and were isolated by the walls of fire formed by the ancient knife's wave after wave.

He Shaoyu squatted in front of Cen Mian, and the wall of fire formed a siege along the originally extinguished soul-inducing lamp. Fengli had already lost his breath, and Mrs. Xia's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker because she couldn't bear the karmic fire.

Long bony fingers touched Cen Mian's bruised face, it was cold, and when he checked his breath and pulse, it was all gone.

Cen Mian's soul body has not returned, which means that he is still in Mrs. Xia's consciousness.

The beautiful eyes were so gloomy, He Shaoyu's eyes turned and fell on Mrs. Xia, the ancient knife cut through her fingers, and the bloody long fingers began to draw complicated incantations from the woman's forehead.

As the incantation was written stroke by stroke, the woman's body gradually became transparent. Under the projection of the red karmic fire, two groups of halos, one white and one red, could be vaguely seen inside the woman's soul. It's the souls of Cen Mian and Gui Gui. Looking at the light, they are already far away from the human world.

The ghost belongs to the underworld, so it is involuntarily imprisoned here. It stands to reason that as long as Cen Mian is not caught by the ghost guard, and Feng Li dies, it is not impossible to come back; if it really falls into the hands of the ghost guard, there will only be Cen Mian Sleep in a halo.

What imprisoned them between the two worlds?

Frowning, watching the woman's physical body gradually weaken, He Shaoyu thought of the "teeth" on the ghost's body and the "chest" that imprisoned Fei, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

No wonder they found Stupid Dragon, the script had already been written.

Letting the blood flow over the right hand where the wound was, He Shaoyu narrowed his eyes, and the flowing blood suddenly turned into a raging flame, and even the whole right hand became a host of fire. If it wasn't for the shape, it would have been unrecognizable as a hand.

Frowning, Cheng Huo's right hand pierced through the woman's soul body, accurately grasping the cold and greasy object with divine coercion, and pulled it out quickly and ruthlessly. After a few times, the thing was finally defeated and was pulled out——

Both hands.

He Shaoyu watched Cen Mian's body twitch, his chest weakly but slowly began to rise and fall, and the scarlet blood spots on his body gradually faded, then he threw those hands into the special evidence bag in disgust, and threw them down the stairs. On the roof of the car, there was a loud "touch—" sound.

Wrapping those flaccid wrists around his neck, and putting his long arms through the bend of his knees, He Shaoyu hugged the stupid dragon who was so light that he was about to ascend to immortality. The body and the half-burned corpse of Fengli on the ground, before leaving, he swept away the restriction of the fire wall with one hand, and the strong wind rushed into the room along with the torrential rain.

The tall figure in a black windbreaker was holding a young man in a small dinosaur home clothes in his arms. He walked through the spiritual doctor, police and onlookers who had heard the news outside the door, opened the door, and closed it arrogantly.

Easter egg ③: Xiaoshu

In the solar term of Slight Summer, the warm wind is blowing, the trees are green and swaying with the wind, the swallows and warblers are singing among the trees, and the vision of thunder and rain a week ago has long been forgotten by people who are not surprised.

Shanhai Apartment S602.

In the home with new furniture and decoration, Xia Yang stood on the bench holding a big sunflower and fanning the medicine that was humming in the small stove. Although the strong wind that He Shaoyu let in that day brought him back to life, his body hadn't recovered yet. Come over, even the face with the child's body is sickly.

"Yang Yang..." Mrs. Xia's hoarse voice came.

"Mom, wait a minute, the medicine is almost ready." Xia Yang heard his mother who seldom spoke for the past few days call him. He tightened his hands, turned off the fire, and scooped the medicine into a bowl regardless of the medicine being hot, and cast a spell secretly. The blowing became warm, and I walked into my mother's bedroom carrying it.

There was no beast in her body, and with Xia Yang taking good care of her caring little padded jacket, Mrs. Xia's face became rosier than before, and her whole body regained energy. She leaned on the bed and read a book, and saw her youngest son come in with medicine in his hands, smiling. He wanted to get up to help him get it, but Xia Yang stopped him in time.

"Mom, it's fine if you lie down, I'll feed you the medicine." Xia Yang moved a small bench, picked up the medicine bowl on the bedside table again, blew the medicine spoon by spoon, and fed it to his mother when it cooled down.

"Yang Yang, I think I remembered what your brother said on the phone." Mrs. Xia's spirit was much better than before, looking at her preoccupied little son, she smiled slightly, and the smile lines made her look healthy.

"Mom, what did you say?" Xia Yang raised his head in astonishment, and the sickness he couldn't hide was much better.

"Silly boy." Mrs. Xia touched his head, not surprised by the cold touch under the brown hair, smiled and whispered something in his son's ear, watching the spoon in Xia Yang's hand drop with a "clang" Back into the medicine bowl, the medicine was splashed without knowing it.

"Go, mother can drink by herself, be good." Mrs. Xia took the medicine bowl, wiped the medicine juice on the chin and face of the youngest son, and watched Xia Yang walk out of the room in a daze.

Xia Yang opened the refrigerator, and the handmade cake was still there, because of his prohibition, it stayed in the state of the day it was just baked.

"The last bite is yours."

That's what my mother said, my brother didn't explain anything in the last phone call, but there was only this unclear sentence.

But he can understand.This is his and Xia Fei's little secret.He was also angry and frustrated because Xia Fei persisted in returning the last bite of the ring he had hidden for himself.

The little hand took out the cake. Under the gray restriction, the cake seemed to be cut off from the outside world, still stuck in the day when Xia Fei had an accident.

Holding the cake, Xia Yang looked at the gray restraint reflecting the light of the warm sun outside, but finally couldn't bear to untie it, and put it back in the refrigerator.

The child walked back to Xia Fei's room with his head down, took out the box containing the soul lamp, opened it, and there was a faint soul light in the bronze lamp.

The little hand rubbed against the bone-chilling lamp surface affectionately, as if saying goodbye, but also as if being attached, finally unlocked the lock of the soul lamp, watching the soul light inside gradually dissipate in the wind, eyelashes drooping, Can't read emotions.

Now, he will never see Xia Fei again.

Taking a last look at Touching's wounded decorations, raised his head and blinked his sour eyes, Xia Yang stopped looking at every scene and thing in the room, went out the door, and locked the lock with a "click".

Not in the mood to repair those badly damaged gadgets, the child opened the refrigerator, took out the cake, held it in his arms and stared at the balcony in a daze, his eyes were empty, as if he had no emotions at all, and seemed to be filled with too much mess thoughts.

The lush trees outside the building swayed with the wind, and the sound of "rustling" seemed to be a visitor. The child hugged the cake and fell asleep in the shadow of the rustling trees.

The sunlight on the balcony was swayed by the wind, and Xia Yang was dazzled by the changing light, as if he saw Xia Fei, whom he had missed countless times, walking towards the light, his body was blurred, but he still felt warm.

"Brother, are you back?" The child's moist brown eyes were as clear as glass under the light, and he tilted his head to look at the visitor in confusion, with tenderness and attachment in his eyes.

The man bent down, rubbed his forehead affectionately as before, then looked down at the cake in his arms, and touched it lightly: "I'm afraid you won't want to take the last bite."

"No..." Xia Yang wanted to stop him from unlocking the restraint, but he couldn't move. He watched the cake accelerate past the suppressed time and began to rot slowly.

"Okay, I'm leaving." The man made a gesture of kissing the child's forehead, but Xia Yang felt that it was as unreal as the wind blowing. Seeing that the man was about to walk to the balcony, the child struggled not to get off. , realizing that there was no way for him to catch up, sobbing helplessly.

The man stopped and looked back at the child, his body was getting brighter, but Xia Yang knew he was smiling.

This is the last time I saw Xia Fei.Suppressing the sobs, the child suppressed the urge to cry and keep the other party, and a childish smile appeared on his embarrassed face, and he said sensiblely: "You, don't worry about mother, I will take good care of her. In the next life , must vote for a good family." The voice was broken.

Xia Fei smiled, turned his head so bright that it was almost transparent, and walked forward until it melted into the sun, and disappeared like sand blown by the wind...

"Shusha" the wind blows the tree, Xia Yang wakes up suddenly, the swaying tree shadow outside gradually subsides, and the early wake-up cicada screams again, looking down——

The gray restraint on the cake in his hand had been removed, and it was rotten beyond recognition, revealing a silver ring wrapped in the center of the cake holder.

Not the one he gave Xia Fei.

Xia Yang took it out, moved in his heart, and carefully tried it with his ring finger, the size fit perfectly.

Turning the ring, there is a delicate little yellow dragon jade on the front, facing the direction where Xia Fei disappeared, the sunlight pierced through the stone, and projected on the ground a small, delicately fitting his body——

Wind raccoon.

The child squatted on the ground, watching the raccoon moving with the light and shadow, tears rolled down drop by drop, piercing the raccoon and hitting the ground.

The last bite, it turned out to be the meaning.

***

Compared with the gloomy clouds next door, S601 is obviously much warmer.

……perhaps.

In He Shaoyu's room, the whole room was lit with orange lamps, and on the comfortable big bed, Cen Mian, who was forced to stay in the He Family Hospital for a week, healed all his injuries in a daze, and even his hands would not split apart when touched Pain, except that the head was dizzy and had a low fever, but he came back safely.

...I just stayed in the intensive care unit for a week, except for the thighs, I didn't even see the doctors and nurses, let alone the other patients and the members of the He family.

...Even so, it's still scary, isn't it!woo woo woo woo!I have never seen such a heavily guarded hospital!It made him feel a little bit of crisis even if he was lying on the lap bed now!

... As for the farce at Fengli's gate, it was uncovered on the first day of hospitalization amid Cen Mian's painful howls and Young Master He's impatient concern.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, why he was obsessed and stubborn at that time, because he sympathized with Xia Yang, because he saw himself in Xia Yang, because of his duty as a spiritual doctor, or because he wanted to prove his progress, which one was it? Not enough to be the reason for his sudden stubbornness.

As a coward, even if he staggers and grows a few steps, he still feels strange to himself like that.It was as if there were hands leading him to take this step in the dark.

...but he doesn't regret it.Originally, he had such a wish, but it was inexplicably magnified.

The dizzy Cen Mian didn't know that this script had already been written in prehistoric times.Regardless of whether there is Xia Yang or not, he will be the one who will send the ghost away in the end.

It was obviously just a low-grade fever and dizziness, but Cen Mian, who was forced to lie down for another day yesterday, lifted the quilt, first tiptoed to open the door, it's fine, the thighs haven't come back, and quickly took the textbooks and ran to the balcony, comfortably I took a small stool to read a book under the shadow of the whirling trees.

"Pa--ta--" the sound of opening and closing the door sounded.After going to the forensics department, he shook off his "hands" and bought a bunch of food and daily necessities along the way. He Shaoyu opened the door with two big bags.

As soon as he entered the door, he took off the suit jacket that was in the way, put the bag on the porch, picked out a bowl of steaming wontons with his long fingers, walked all the way into his room, pushed open the door of the room, and looked at the stack of wontons. The neat quilt, frowning——

Fuck, where did this stupid dragon go!

"Thighs?" A soft voice came from the balcony, Cen Mian put the stool back to its original position, sat down on the sofa bed in the living room with his textbooks in his hands, and looked sideways at him.

He Shaoyu turned around with the wonton in his hand, looked at Cen Mian with a puzzled face, raised his eyebrows, walked all the way, and put the wonton in front of him: "Didn't you be told to rest in bed? Lying on the balcony?"

"I've been lying down for seven days..." Cen Mian looked at He Shaoyu innocently, blinked his big eyes, and made sure that the expression on his thighs was not angry, so he went to look at the bowl of wontons on the table——

Woohoo!A gluttonous product from the east gate of the school!Oh my god!woo woo woo woo!move!

Cen Mian is like a human being who has picked up gold, looking at the full and half-transparent wontons and the fragrant broth inside, obsessively opening the bag and box, but clumsily entangled with the knot , I haven't opened it for a while.

Sensing that He Shaoyu was still standing next door, Cen Mian looked up pitifully, "...I can't sleep here, the sofa bed is also a bed."

"Stupid." He Shaoyu flicked his forehead, fearing that the stupid dragon had hurt his head, the force in his hand was very light.

Tsk, this little idiot can do without him.

"If you want to lie down here, sit down better." Thinking of the piece of cake that Cen Mian left on his bed last time, Young Master He couldn't beat the cleanliness and compromised.Rolling up his sleeves, he sat down next to Cen Mian, easily untied the knot with his long fingers, and lifted the lid, revealing the still steaming wontons at just the right temperature.

Cen Mian obediently sat up straight, held the wontons and ate them, her eyes narrowed in satisfaction, she almost didn't let out a satisfied sigh like a bell.

After eating two in a row, and finally swallowing the bulging wontons in his cheeks, Cen Mian suddenly remembered, "Have you eaten the thighs?"

...and only bought one copy.

"You eat first, then give me the rest."

He Shaoyu casually flipped through the heavy textbook, which was just one of the many spells in the spiritual doctor's experimental exam, but that heavy book was the same as the others, with Cen Mian's dense notes next to the already dense print , Different highlighters marked the black and white pages like color printing, I don’t know how many times I turned the pages, and the pages were all rolled up.

"Hi?" Cen Mian turned her head in astonishment, and there was no sign of a joke on Young Master He's impeccable profile.

...Thigh, do you really know what you're talking about?

"Why do you want to be a spiritual doctor so much?" Thinking of Cen Mian just waking up that day, his stubborn and aggrieved yet joyful expression, as well as his stumbling efforts from before to now, He Shaoyu lowered his head and rubbed the rolled up paper with his long fingers, Ironing like obsessive-compulsive disorder, he asked in his mouth.It wasn't until Cen Mian turned his head back that the corners of his mouth, which had been suppressed for a long time, slightly curved because of the stupid dragon's reaction just now.

"Hmm," Cen Mian bit his chopsticks, raised his head and thought for a while, then poked a wonton with his chopsticks and said in a low voice, "In the beginning, it was probably because of the disaster on the family."

Cen Mian recalled the scene where he was picked up. Although he had no previous memory, he was forced to see the pictures and texts of the crime scene clearly during the interrogation process. He seemed to have experienced every possible killing method again. again.He is not a selfless person, the initial motivation for wanting to be a spiritual doctor was just this kind of stimulation.

The feeling of loss is too painful, so we want to cure the disease and save people. This is the original intention of many spiritual doctors.

"After I went to school, I realized that this road is not so easy to walk, and I don't know what the purpose of sticking to it is." Cen Mian muttered, thinking of something, looking at the plump shrimp and fish roe protruding inside. Came out and took a bite.

What he experienced and learned in school was enough for him to find a bunch of reasons to back down, but until he was persuaded to quit, even now, he didn't want to give up.

Perhaps there is no reason why he must become a spiritual doctor, but facing a rough fate, becoming a spiritual doctor allows him to see the possibility of finding the same kind; besides, when he saves others, he is also saving himself.

...Woo, there is probably one more thing now, I want to be useful, I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with this person beside me.

Cen Mian turned her head sideways, looked at He Shaoyu who was leaning on the sofa and flipping through her textbooks with clean eyes, her eyes were full of trust, and she said in a low voice, "But I have never regretted it."

"There is still a long way to go."

Seeing Cen Mian who naively had fantasies about the Ling Hospital and still couldn't tell the difference between entering the Ling Hospital and being a Ling Doctor, He Shaoyu lazily propped his arms and said, looking down at the puzzled expression on Cen Mian's face. Holding up the bitten wonton, he suddenly laughed viciously, ate the wonton in one bite, squeezed Cen Mian's flushed face, and got up to cook.

...Just say what he doesn't understand!What does it mean to eat the wontons he ate!woo woo woo woo!Cen Mian looked at the bare chopsticks with a red face, but the picture in his mind still remained at that amazing smile just now.

After hesitating for a moment, looking at the picture of the kitchen holding a food bag in her lap and comparing herself with the bell sticking to her tail, Cen Mian still picked up the chopsticks and slowly picked up a new wonton, Ah woo, secretly ate it.

***

The time was eight o'clock in the evening, the perfect meal time, so Xue Daxian came home with this point.Dragging a red suitcase full of stickers, Xue Daxian hummed a song full of anticipation, thinking that when he opened the door, he would see his Mianmian and a large table of food waiting for him, but he didn't expect to open the door——

In the empty living room, there was only a three-flowered kitten, with her butt facing him, rattling the cat food on the table, and when she heard the door open, she turned around lazily and glanced at him disdainfully. With one glance, he simply turned around to eat the cat food with him in his arms.

Ben Daxian went to the wrong door?

Sniffing the smell in the air, it was clearly cooking, and it came from the half-hidden door of the kitchen.

Quietly put down the suitcase, cast a glance at the three-flowered little female cat who was obviously doing a lot of good, to make sure that no one made a sound, Mr. Fox Immortal took advantage of his excellent race, and walked gracefully and silently to the void. He opened the door, but saw a strange scene——

Cen Mian sat on the small bench with his back to himself, pointing out how to wash the sauce and how to change the heat to make the best dried fish. Naidi spread his hands, across the grill, controlling the heat of the fire, and the other hand actually held a brush.

He was probably blind, Xue Daxian thought so, and returned to the room without making a sound. If Young Master He knew that he was watching this scene, he would probably start fighting again.

In the kitchen, Cen Mian, who rested his chin and looked at the dried fish drooling, had no idea that his senior brother had come, and looked helplessly at the dried fish with the sauce in his thigh, finally took one from He Shaoyu, and opened his mouth to take a bite "Aww, it's hot, it's hot... so many times!" Cen Mian, who was crying, exhaled with a "hiss", his cheeks puffed up, and he blew and ate mouthfuls, and finally looked at the cat with satisfaction. host.

Tsk, how stupid!He Shaoyu looked at Cen Mian's satisfied expression and saw that the corners of Stupid Dragon's mouth were not blistered, so he put down the wet towel, picked up the brush to brush the sauce again, and saw that Cen Mian's frown was only now relaxed.

After quickly finishing off a piece of dried fish, Cen Mian looked at the rest and still wanted to eat it!He rested his chin and looked at his thighs adoringly, oh, he looks even more handsome this way, and wearing an apron is not at all inconsistent, what's wrong with his worldview.

"What are you looking at!" Seen by Cen Mian's eyes that were about to burst into stars, He Shaoyu snorted softly, skillfully controlling the heat with his hands.

"I want to do it again! It's such a good time!" Cen Mian begged honestly.

"You can only eat one as agreed, and the rest are mine." He Shaoyu lowered his head, pretending not to see the pitiful eyes, and pursed his lips vigorously.

"Oh, well..." Cen Mian bit her lip, a little disappointed, but it was indeed he who promised to eat only one.Who knew that in less than a week, the grilled fish technique of the thigh has improved by leaps and bounds!

"Should I add honey to this one?" He asked in a nasty and natural way.

"Ah?" Cen Mian looked up in surprise and saw the freshly baked dried fish, so greedy that a little heart would pop out from behind: "Yes! I need to brush it twice!"

"Tsk, it's really troublesome." Contrary to what he said, Young Master He pinched the brush with his long fingers and applied two layers, until it was just baked until it was sticky and wouldn't fall off.

Seeing that Cen Mianxue was smart and exhaled, eating mouthfuls, with a contented smile on his silly face, Young Master He snorted lightly, and curled his lips that had been pursed for a long time.

Tsk, he actually felt a sense of accomplishment because of this mentally handicapped behavior.Thinking of this, First Young Master He took the yogurt from the refrigerator, tore off the lid, ate the yogurt on it, and passed the remaining box over, like feeding a bell, he started to eat the dried fish that burned his mouth and his hands Catch two silly dragons that won't let go.

Everything was normal until Xue Daxian, who packed up the suitcase and was about to use the bathroom, took the clothes and opened the kitchen door——

Young Master He stared at Master Hu Immortal, and subconsciously held Cen Mian who was licking yogurt with his hands.

Cen Mian, who was sitting on the small bench, was thrown into the yoghurt cup without any defense. He took advantage of the momentum and slammed forward, muddying the yoghurt on Young Master He's leg.

"Woo! What are you doing with your thighs!" You almost stared at your crotch!Cen Mian accuses angrily, seeing the trousers with soiled thighs, his face turns red, and he suppresses the aggrieved expression again.

He Shaoyu looked down at the red-faced silly dragon with white paste on his nose and mouth, and looked at himself with aggrieved face without knowing it. He didn't know what he thought of, but he didn't get mad, and moved his beautiful eyes slightly away. out of sight.

"It seems that Young Master He needs to use the bathroom more, I'll wash it later." Master Hu Immortal spoke in a charming and protracted tone, and looked at He Shaoyu meaningfully.

"Brother?!" Cen Mian, whose back was facing the door, was blown away from the small bench, and laughed before wiping his yoghurt-smeared mouth. Little, what a beautiful scenery.

"Well, when I'm not home