Chapter 178: Waking up in the morning, lingering in bed, fulfilling an old friend's wish.

The AI hesitates a few times and carefully turns off the projection screen.

The image of Ying Lou gently gathering Xiaochi Chi from behind with a quilt turns into a line and disappears on the screen.

The AI whispered, "You again ......"

The voice of the Lord God was a rage: "Shut up!"

AI meekly stopped talking and thought, "I'm really angry.

The main god was shaking in anger: "How could 061 have escaped? Is that Lord God a waste?! Is their security system for show?"

The AI said matter of factly, "The other day, we had a similar situation."

Lord God: "...... Shut up!"

AI said, "I'm just trying to argue that it's possible."

The Lord God stopped speaking, trying to silence the other side.

AI: "Do you want to send an official letter asking for information?"

The Lord God's trigeminal nerve is aching.

What official letter? Are you going to run up and question: How come you didn't lock up the person I wanted to lock up?

Isn't this just a case of no money?

It's not enough to be embarrassed, do you want to be embarrassed continuously?

The Lord God's voice was cold: " Xiaochi Chi cannot leave this system. Anyone can, but not him."

AI thought, "It's over.

It said helplessly, "Do you have any other good ideas."

The Lord God did not make a sound, quietly thinking for a moment, suddenly gloomy laugh: "I do not care Xiaochi Chi anymore."

AI thought, "It's over, I've given up on myself.

The Lord God said, "He just relies on 061's ability to do whatever he wants. What if 061 doesn't work anymore."

The AI sighed deeply, "You're breaking the contract again?"

The Lord God came up with a good idea, the mood is much better, naturally do not mind AI that "again" the word offense: "not a breach of contract, just some small restrictions."

The AI continued to brakes, "What if that doesn't work."

The Lord God smothered a laugh: "Then I have a solution."

What Xiaochi Chi really wants, Ying Lou can't give him, but she can.

......

The next morning, Xiaochi Chi woke up early.

Outside the early light of day, the sunrise like a piece of melted honey candy, slowly through the window.

He transferred a cloud with his hand to cover the sun and hide it properly in the Sun, so that he would not disturb the sleep of those around him.

He found himself sleeping on the inside of Yujing Wen's couch, with Ying Lou sleeping on his side on the outside, facing his back, one hand resting a few inches from his head, the other hand hanging down naturally, reaching under the covers and touching his own tail finger, simulating a hand-holding position.

Ying Lou was so mentally exhausted from his injuries that he didn't realize Xiaochi Chi was awake.

Xiaochi Chi gingerly got up and washed up outside by the clear lake, first decocted the medicine, and brewed a bowl of hot egg tea, and brought it to the house, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him for a long time, before reaching out and lightly touching the tip of his ear.

Ying Lou, who is sleeping, seems to feel something and her eyebrows are lightly wrinkled.

Xiaochi Chi withdrew her hand and leaned down to greet, "Good morning, Master."

Ying Lou heard Xiaochi Chi's voice and opened her eyes slightly, sleepily: "...... hmm?"

His voice was mute, and his single eye was open with gray-blue pupils, apparently in the early stages of consciousness, confusing his cat body with his person.

Xiaochi Chi smiled lightly, "Master, get up and eat."

Ying Lou closed her eyes again and moved her body inside the bed, giving up half of the bed, as if she wanted to stay in bed.

This is the first time I've seen such a childish Lou Xiaochi Chi.

Xiaochi Chi got a little playful and pressed a little closer inside, intentionally saying, "Master, if you don't get up, I'll sing to you."

Without saying a word, Ying Lou rolled over and grabbed Xiaochi Chi's wrist.

Xiaochi Chi's body instantly lost its balance and fell on the half of the bed that was given up.

Ying Lou lifted the quilt and covered his body, gently wrapping her arms around his neck through the quilt: "Sleep a little longer, stay with me."

Like saying something that is perfectly natural.

It's like saying that the moon is always circling Earth.

Xiaochi Chi thinks he won't move.

No romance novel or script told him how to deal with this situation in reality.

Xiaochi Chi didn't even dare to breathe or look up, even though Ying Lou's eyes were closed and she wasn't looking at him, as if she knew how nervous he was.

To relieve the tension, Xiaochi Chi let out a breath.

Ying Lou suddenly closed her eyes and asked, "Do I smell like medicine?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Hmm? No."

Ying Lou's body does have some of the refreshing aroma of ointment, and at this distance, there is only a little bit of the fresh smell of mint brain.

Ying Lou, however, seemed to be uncomfortable with the smell of medicine, pulled the front of his bedclothes, frowning slightly: "The smell seems a little heavy. You smell it."

Xiaochi Chi was afraid he would be uncomfortable, so he naturally got closer to him, pulled up his chest and sniffed lightly.

...... drug smell is not very heavy ah.

He said, "It's okay ......"

The words just started, a warm hand held the back of his head, like holding a squirrel attracted by the aroma of pine cones, into the arms of a serious hug.

Xiaochi Chi froze, always suspicious that he would kiss himself, so he shrank so tightly that the muscles at his shoulders tensed up.

However, Ying Lou did not make any further moves.

He sat up with him in his arms, "Well, I'm awake. Let's get up."

Xiaochi Chi came back to his senses and thought, "Is Lou not awake?

Ying Lou thought, "Did you scare him?

So both men were much more disciplined next.

Ying Lou did not accept the egg tea, but let Xiaochi Chi feed it to her, and drank it steaming hot, so that her stomach would feel better before she drank the medicine.

Chiyunzi and other people feel sorry for his brother, all kinds of wound medicine like water to Huishou Peak, but I do not know what evil things he was injured by, using numerous elixirs, the red marks are stubbornly hard to disappear, looks really horrible.

Chiyunzi's anguish grew with each visit to him.

I blame myself for not knowing people, and too kind-hearted, that the banquet Jinhua do not know in their own eyes to make a lot of mystery, they are still unaware of it, for nothing to the detriment of senior brother.

With this in mind, Chiyunzi's hatred for Feast Jinhua grew even more.

"I heard that the man is shouting injustice day in and day out in the bright moon building." Yujing Wen leaned on a soft pillow and said in a warm voice, "His voice is dumb from shouting."

"It's good to be dumb, so you don't have to say something that will ruin your reputation." Chiyunzi said, "I will dispose of him on a day to come. My brother will give you an explanation."

Yujing Wen put down his rolled up sleeves and said, "Senior brother has an unrequited request."

Chiyunzi agreed: "You say, my brother listen."

Yujing Wen said: "I heard that when senior brother first accepted senior nephew yan as his apprentice, senior nephew yan was not bad in cultivation, talented and willing to learn, how could he become so lazy and exhausted, spiteful and evil? I know that when senior brother accepts a disciple, he will not take him into the inner sect without going through the examination."

People love to hear good words, and this piece of gentle flattery made Chiyunzi's heart ironed out: "Senior brother, you mean ......?"

Yujing Wen pulled the blanket towards his chest: "I guess, the nephew is not possessed by some demon? Otherwise, why would he go against his senior brother's teachings and collude with a demon evil?"

Chiyunzi's mind was moved and he felt that this was a valid point, so he accompanied Yujing Wen to talk some more before he left in a hurry.

Ying Lou noticed that the direction he went to was the Bright Moon Building.

He lowered his rolled-up sleeves to cover the wound and called Xiaochi Chi, who was standing outside, to come.

Xiaochi Chi comes in with a tray of medicine and sits down at the bedside.

Ying Lou loosened the upper sash and let his clothes slip down his back, lying on the soft mattress while Xiaochi Chi rubbed the oil into his fingertips and gently pushed it over the wound on his back.

This medicine is blended from the system, fast-acting and strong, the pain should also be extremely strong when the medicinal oil is dipped into the wound.

Xiaochi Chi wanted to pay attention to observe Ying Lou's expression, but found that he looked very calm, is seriously looking at himself sideways, heart within a palpitation for no reason, turned his eyes away: "...... told him?"

Ying Lou : "Well. ...... You actually remembered this."

Xiaochi Chi's eyelashes gently droop: "Of course I remember. Feast Jinhua, he was the one who was supposed to exist."

In the "Sailor Fairy King", the original owner "Feast Jinhua" was never a villain.

That the West Bay goods occupy the magpie's nest for many years, it is also time to eat their own things over the years with interest to spit out.

Xiaochi Chi thought about his mind for a while and quietly turned his face back to steal a glance while he was applying the wound at his waist fossa.

Who would have thought that Ying Lou was still resting on her arm and looking at him sideways in a dignified manner?

The gentle gaze seemed to scrape the tip of his nose impartially, causing Xiaochi Chi's body to tingle.

Xiaochi Chi settled down and laughed, "Master, lie down right. You're twisted like a big Tianjin - twist."

Ying Lou said gently, "Let me take another look. The anesthesia is working well."

Xiaochi Chi reacted for a moment before he understood the meaning of his words.

He drifted a bit, but was a bit afraid to think about the meaning of his words.

So the next rubbing, a drifting Xiaochi Chi felt like he was smearing honey on a big - twist.

Of course, the Five Gentlemen of Jingxu are not the only ones who care about Huishou Peak.

On the third day after the public trial, Jiming Ye finally hid in the wine jar and sneaked up the mountain.

Xiaochi Chi was boiling mushroom oil when he arrived quietly at Huishou Peak.

The good clear tea oil, inside boiling in the autumn freshly picked and dried mushrooms, goose palm-like fat mushrooms boiled out of the juice, the oil steam out of the pine needles aroma into the rich, delicious so that people can eat a bowl of noodles by the smell.

Jiming Ye followed the fragrance and circled around Huishou Peak a few times, but could not get in, so he closed his mouth and shouted, "Shujue Duan--small fish! Fish head! Wooden fish!"

Xiaochi Chi heard the sound and went out to catch a snake and returned.

"Smells like booze." Xiaochi Chi joked about him, "Just in time to add a snake stuffed with wine to my place."

"Fuck you." Jiming Ye looked around, "What about the man named Wen, I heard he was hurt pretty bad."

Xiaochi Chi shushed and pulled open the front flap. Inside, a white fluffy kitten was bulging, hanging on his chest, coiled into a soft and warm woolen ball, sleeping soundly.

Jiming Ye snorted, "Pretentious."

Yet jealousy has turned his face upside down.

Xiaochi Chi didn't plan to eat the oil immediately, so he took a few jars and saved them, and took his master back to his room for a nap.

In Xiaochi Chi's own words, if you have something to say, go to the person concerned, anyway, you came to this trip, not concerned about whether we are dead or alive.

This is exactly what Jiming Ye wants.

After Xiaochi Chi climbed onto the couch and fell asleep with his cat in his pocket, Jiming Ye transformed into a small snake and circled twice around that right hand, licked twice on the middle knuckle of that right hand with its snake's letter, and said with great authority, "Wooden fish, come out for this king."

The hand moved in response to the sound, resting on the edge of the couch and gently hooking its fingertips, with a small margin, as if it was afraid of waking Xiaochi Chi.

After making sure Xiaochi Chi and Ying Lou were asleep, Shujue Duan wrote on the edge of the couch, "Brother Ye, long time no see."

Jiming Ye poked his neck to see him write: "If you're not dead, you're dead. I have not slept for days and nights because of your shit, how are you going to compensate me?"

Shujue Duan said, "I'm sorry for your concern, Brother Ye."

Jiming Ye : "Huh. That's it?"

Shujue Duan patiently inquired, "What kind of compensation does Brother Ye want?"

Jiming Ye snorted: "Say it like you can afford it. If you were to be driven down from the mountain with your kung fu completely ruined, you would still have to rely on this gentleman for support. What can you do for me then?"

Shujue Duan thought carefully and wrote word for word: "I can also catch frogs for you to eat."

When he saw this line, Jiming Ye suddenly felt a little bit moved.

In his previous life, Jiming Ye had always loved Shujue Duan, and he had thought of many scenarios when he was with Shujue Duan, but none of them were as heartwarming as this little picture Shujue Duan described.

Jiming Ye spat his snake letter, lowered his triangular snake head, and tamely rubbed it against his right knuckle: "Roll roll roll roll. This gentleman never eats frogs."

He thought, you only need to pick a small basket of snake berries daily to this gentleman, this gentleman will reluctantly, raise you for life well.