The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

Chu Haiting didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt that his brother who had never been close to him was somehow different from before.

Those usually pale lips were stained with blood due to the heat, and they were a little more beautiful under the light. He was eating the porridge slowly with a spoon, and the mist clouded his eyes and softened his face. The chill in the air was a little less of the unapproachable high-cold fairy air, and a little more of a firework aura, which seemed a little gentle.

Lu Qing bandit didn't pay attention to Chu Haiting's gaze, he took another mouthful of porridge before cutting off a piece of steak in front of him.The steak was medium-rare as he specially requested with the chef at home, and bright red blood streaks slowly ooze from the surface of the slice.As he chewed, he felt the sticky smell of blood spreading in his mouth. Unfortunately, the smell of meat and pepper was too strong, overshadowing the smell of blood. He frowned slightly, and put down the knife and fork.

The Chu family’s three meals a day are accustomed to traditional Chinese food, but there are also chefs who can cook Western food in the back kitchen. If you want to eat something, you have to go to the back kitchen to order in advance.

Father Chu glanced at the steak that was still oozing blood, frowned, and was about to say something.Chu's mother was the first to speak and said a few words to him calmly, asking Lu Qing to pay more attention to his body and not to eat these half-baked things.

Lu Qingban nodded quietly, and smacked the taste in his mouth again.

In fact, he has some strange habits when it comes to diet. He likes to eat meat, especially undercooked meat, the more raw the better.In fact, compared to all kinds of meat, he prefers the blood on the meat.

It must not be the kind of animal that was slaughtered, the blood was bled after the skin was cut open, and then boiled into solid blood.That kind of blood is mostly dark red, and the coagulated and dead cells are gathered together lifelessly, without any vitality.

The brain is the nerve center of a person, and the death of the brain represents the complete death of a person.The pyramid in the human body collapses from top to bottom at the moment of death.But just as the limbs of those worms still squirm after they die, those parts at the bottom of the pyramid are the last to die.

When an animal dies, its blood is still alive, still flowing through its body, transporting nutrients and supplies.This kind of blood is alive. After getting rid of the control of the brain, it has gained a new life.Such blood is living blood.

Bandit Lu Qing was obsessed with the smell of blood, and was almost addicted to the salty smell.

But he never thought there was anything wrong with his thinking. Since he had such a good face, he naturally had to use the best blood to nourish his beauty.

After returning to the room, he remembered the system, and opened the shield of the system, and the system was silent for a while.

It was Lu Qing bandit who spoke first.

[Is there any progress on the mission objective? 】

[The current sickness value is still zero. 】The system said.

Lu Qing bandit groaned, as if he was not surprised by the result, and turned around to look in the mirror.

After a while, the system couldn't help but ask him.

[That Chu Haiting is obviously not the target of the mission, and it is useless to obtain his favorability and tenderness. 】

【so? 】

【…】

[Did I do something?No, I obviously didn't do anything. 】

Lu Qingban stroked his own face in the mirror in front of him, the young man's eyelashes drooped slightly, his indifferent expression mixed with a bit of cold sarcasm.

[If a person falls in love with me, do I have to pounce on him and beg him not to like me?This is not okay, after all, there are so many people who like me, then I will be exhausted. 】

He stretched lazily, then stripped himself naked in front of the mirror, gently stroked his collarbone with his fingers, buckled the protruding bone with his moist fingers, and continued to touch down .

His hand stopped suddenly, and he sent a message to the system.

[Hey, close your eyes. 】

The system was almost startled to cry by his act of taking off his clothes without saying a word, and went to standby cowardly.

He is now very worried about whether he will be able to complete the task qwq if he is the host of this snake spirit disease.

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Two days later, in the studio on the third floor.

Fu Yige arrived as scheduled.

The handsome young man stood tall, holding an ink pen that was only wet with water in his hand, and slightly raised his elbow to explain the basic knowledge of painting to Lu Qing bandit.

"Have you practiced calligraphy before?"

Lu Qing bandit shook his head. In his previous life, he wrote the willow style with a straight hand, but in this life, this body has no calligraphy foundation at all. Of course, he can't reveal it.

Fu Yige taught him to practice calligraphy first.

Since Lu Qing bandit was determined to pretend to be a novice who didn't understand anything, he deliberately held the pen wrong several times.Fu Yige must hold his hand to point and correct him, and take the opportunity to look at the well-proportioned, slender and white hand like a jade carving, but feel that Fu Yige's hand is flawless and dazzling if you look at it so closely Fantastic.

When he woke up, he found that he had already held the pen properly, and even wrote several words on the paper.

Although the handwriting is a little distorted, it is thin and stiff, and it looks quite tasteful, but it doesn't look like it was written by someone who has no foundation at all.

After Lu Qing bandits paused, a big ink idea fell down, half of the last tall and handsome character was smeared.

He withdrew his hand naturally, as if what he had just done was just a small thing that everyone could do, and raised his eyes to look at Fu Yige coldly.But just in time to meet Fu Yige's probing eyes on him, Lu Qinggang's expression remained unchanged, and he only said to him:

"Teacher, I'm done."

Fu Yige withdrew his eyes, smiled softly and boasted: "When it comes to the talent for calligraphy, Mr. Chu is indeed one of the best among the people I have met."

"The teacher is absurd." Lu Qing said.

"I think the structure of your font seems to be in line with Chengxuan."

"Listen to the teacher."

Fu Yige looked at him standing there with a cold face, and the way he answered everything he said seemed to be a bit cute for some reason, but it wasn't like the bewildered and bewildered look when they met for the first time before.

"Do you have any words?" He asked softly.

In this era, most people have long since lost the previous tradition of crowning and selecting characters, and Lu Qing bandits naturally did the same.

He shook his head.

"Then I'll pick a word for you, would you like it?"

Lu Qing bandit looked at his eyes that were as clear as lake water, and still answered yes.

Fu Yige thought for a while and said.

"Your name is 'Jinghe', which means softness and harmony in spring. Why don't you take the word 'Qing Bandit', which can be regarded as thin and restrained, but still a gentleman. Tolerance is rigidity. Hardness and softness are combined, there is a certain amount of advance and retreat, and you keep your body and integrity.”

As soon as he said these words, Lu Qing bandit was shocked, but he still thanked Fu Yige calmly in front of him.

After Fu Yige left, he asked the system with a cold face.

[Come out, don't pretend to be dead.You said, what's going on, how does this Fu Yige know my real name? 】

The author has something to say: beat up the manuscript box, swallow the article and post it late.