Tianshi's Baby Boyfriend Catching Guide

At ten o'clock in the morning, in the quiet 24-hour restaurant, there is a very eye-catching landscape, ten KFC family barrels lined up spectacularly, blocking the face of the beautiful child sitting in the wheelchair on the other side.

But it can be seen that he is very excited at the moment, and sitting in a wheelchair can't stop his eagerness to try. Among the piles of fried chicken that meander like waves, one can still see a small head heaving excitedly in the gap jump.

The pretty kid in the wheelchair was in a very good mood at the moment, his claws were so fast that there was only a shadow left, he scratched a chicken wing from the nearest family bucket in front of him, and threw it whole into his mouth.

...Wait, whole, in your mouth?

At the same time, there seems to be an eerie crunching sound in the air?

The shop assistant who was watching secretly was stunned, and immediately unlocked the phone. Just as she was about to dial 120, the handsome guy pushing the wheelchair made a move.

"Bones can't be eaten." Seeing his companion eating chicken bones raw, the tall and handsome guy didn't panic in the slightest.

He moved all 10 family buckets in front of him, and then put on a hidden accessory that KFC customers can point out—disposable plastic gloves.

The beauty in the wheelchair was upset, "Give it back to me!"

This is the first time he has spoken since he entered the store, and the sound quality is as crisp as a sweet and juicy pear that can be heard after one bite. It turns out that the one with long hair is a boy... so cute are all boys children?

The clerk suddenly felt that the pairing of the two became very suspicious.

The handsome guy ran over to eat fried chicken with him in the middle of the night. He didn't show any signs of fatigue or impatience, but was very patient, "Don't move your claws, I'll do it."

Then he took out a chicken wing that was fried fragrant and crispy. He didn't know how hard he was using his hand. When he flicked his finger on it, the chicken bone inside broke out. He hooked the bone with his finger and pulled it out. , the separation of the flesh and bones was completed, and the appearance of the chicken wings without bone support was not so bad.

The young lady in the shop was immediately in awe, what kind of exclusive skill is this?For a moment, she actually wanted to recommend the handsome guy over there to participate in the new issue of China on the Bite of the Tongue, showing off the skill of peeling chicken bones with one finger.

Mang Ming handed the chicken wings with only meat left after the bone was knocked out in his hand, and Bei Fan moved his head happily, and dexterously took the chicken wings from Mang Ming's hand, and swallowed them neatly.

On that big table, one person grilled and one person ate, and the division of labor and responsibility was very clear.The clerk, who had turned on her mobile phone to call the emergency hotline, had changed her strategy unconsciously. She secretly turned on the camera, wanting to take a photo of this lovely scene.

Bei Fan ate very much, the cunning human really didn't lie to him this time!Sure enough, after coming to the world, you can eat such delicious food, and you can eat all you can eat at once!

The family buckets in front of him emptied one after another, and Bevan ate happily. When he was happy, he couldn't even control the tail wrapped in the blanket, and he jumped up from the wheelchair very lively.

The clerk, who was looking for a shooting angle with her mobile phone, was dumbfounded—the legs are so flexible, what kind of wheelchair is she sitting in?

Just look at him lightly and skillfully lifted his leg, and actually put his leg straight against his forehead?The toughness is still so good, let's practice dancing professionally!

Just when the lady clerk was dumbfounded, Mang Ming suddenly turned his head and glanced at her indifferently. The lady didn't expect him to be so keen, and she was frightened into a cold sweat after feeling the danger intuitively. In the dark, pretend that you are busy with other things, and at the same time quietly observe the reaction of the customers over there.

Mang Ming took off a glove full of oil and pressed it on the jade pen worn around his neck. The jade pen flashed a little light, and the eyes of the lady on the night shift showed confusion.

She... how could she peek at the guests!No matter how cute the guests are, they still have to work hard!And... why do you hold a mobile phone in your hand?It's obviously working time now, so you must have basic professional ethics!

The clerk, who was controlled by the mysterious force, immediately turned her eyes straight, and no longer expressed excessive curiosity about the customers in the store. Instead, she turned on the background system dedicatedly, and started to check the inventory with a concentrated expression.

Mang Ming only imagined the possibility of Bei Fan being photographed by others, which made him feel uncomfortable that his treasure was being coveted. Seeing that the hidden danger was solved, he began to seriously focus on the work at hand.

This little worker who peels chicken bones is obviously very professional, and his technique of peeling fried chicken is stable. Soon, the pile of fried chicken piled up in front of him was flattened bucket after bucket, and Befan's stomach seemed to be There is a bottomless pit, after eating ten buckets of fried chicken, the waist is not thick at all, but still slender and straight.

Mang Ming had expected his appetite pretty much. Within half an hour, after finishing ten barrels of fried chicken quickly, the ghost was finally almost full.

At the moment before the last piece of boneless finger-licking chicken was swallowed by him, he finally remembered the human beings in front of him belatedly. Mang Ming had been buying fried chicken and stripping chicken bones for himself since he came in. It seemed so long There was no time to eat any meat.

He hesitated for a long time before tearing half of the original chicken in his hand, and he slammed it in front of Mang Ming's face as if he was afraid of regretting it, and said as if dying: "Here, you eat!"

Mang Ming couldn't help laughing, when he smiled, his eyes would bend, and his well-defined brow bones became softer, not sharp, but much gentler.He didn't refuse, and bit the pitiful half piece of fried chicken into his mouth with Bevan's claws. Seeing that he ate it, Bevan still felt guilty after thinking about it, so he wiped the oil from his claws onto the clean human face On, until the oil was wiped out, I stopped with satisfaction.

Mang Ming: "..."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Mang Ming threw the napkin he used to wipe his face into the trash can, and pushed his fish out of the fast food restaurant.

Bei Fan, who had already taken off his sunglasses, was holding two family buckets on his knees. When he walked out of the store, he asked incomprehensibly, "Since you won't let me eat, why did you bring them out again?"

Mang Ming smiled, whether he was hiding his fame or not.He pushed Bei Fan through the deserted streets of the small town for more than ten minutes, and came to a deserted dark alley, and then put the bones of two buckets of fried chicken on the ground.

Five minutes later, the fried chicken bones in the bucket tremblingly formed a human figure, relying on the last gleam of gloom on the ground before dawn, and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

The black air in the eyes of the human celestial master merged with the night. He put down his hand formula and lightly pressed it on Bei Fan's shoulder, which was tense and on guard, signaling Yu to be safe and calm, and then he greeted slowly, " Chicken bone doll."

The "blood mud doll" with the smell of fried chicken all over his body, stood up under the support of the chicken bones, looked at his current row, and almost cried out, "Aren't you a celestial master? Let Let me go back to my soul, and use the conventional method of making a straw man, paper man, etc., can't it work?"

"Okay, but I don't want to use it." Mang Ming lazily said, "I have already fulfilled the agreement with you. It is [-]:[-] in the morning, and before [-]:[-], I can guarantee that your remnant soul will not disperse... …Your parents are now living in the basement of the building next door, time is limited, you can figure it out.”

Hearing this, the chicken bone doll immediately stopped talking nonsense to Mang Ming, and ran into the building, shaking with chicken bones.

Mang Ming didn't rush to catch up. He took out a bottle of expensive moisturizing spray from the wheelchair's storage bag, sprayed it carefully and evenly on Befan's face, and then sprayed his exposed paws, "Befan Fan, will this not be done?"

Bei Fan raised his tail in the blanket, and responded excitedly, "Oh!"

He bent down and picked up the fish on the chair, "Then let's go."

The author has something to say: Now a certain ghost that has been reduced to a chicken bone doll complained tearfully: Bah, there is no humanity!This pair of fucking gays!