Seeing that the doll was taken away, the whole group's expressions changed and they calmly took a few steps away from Song Xi, keeping a safe distance.
Especially the male and female protagonists are old people who have experienced many dungeons, and their performance is particularly obvious.
The appearance of this kind of prop in the dungeon is almost inseparable from death. Everyone looked at Song Xi in unison, with pity and pity on their faces. He was young, pitiful and deplorable.
Obviously a little fool who doesn't know anything, but inexplicably involved in this life-and-death game, it's like a century-old problem with no solution.
Song Xi was forced to receive a bunch of sympathetic eyes, but he could only hold the doll and smile like a mental retard.
Humans are always like this. When the fear of the unknown is transferred from oneself to others, it will feel that life and death are nothing more than this.
.Muscle | The muscle man's tense mood all morning relaxed instantly, he glanced at Song Xi condescendingly, turned around and dragged his girlfriend towards the dining table, "Baby, let's go find something to eat first."
Everyone's stomach was already growling with hunger, and as the two walked away, the rest of the people walked away one after another.
For a while, only Song Xi and Qiao Zizhen were left at the door.
Qiao Zizhen came over and pulled him, his expressions and gestures were like that of a parent who coaxes children. However, the words that came out of his mouth were not very pleasant, "Little fool, is the doll cute?"
Song Xi lowered his head and glanced, the corners of the doll's mouth grinned in an abnormal arc, which was scary no matter what.
He was already tired of swearing, and he was too lazy to talk to him.
"Cuckoo-"
.The voice rang clearly in the ears of the two of them, one after another.
Song Xi subconsciously touched his stomach, empty and hungry.
"Hey!" Qiao Zizhen couldn't help laughing, rubbing the tip of Song Xi's ear, "How can you be so cute."
Song Xisong pulled his head, and his voice sounded aggrieved: "Hungry."
Hehe, I'm hungry, let's figure it out for yourself!
system:"……"
The mentally handicapped can endure this.
There was a conversation over there. They found fresh bread and fruit in the kitchen, just enough to fill their stomachs.
Song Xi was dragged into the room. When passing by the dining table, everyone watched indifferently. No one made a sound. Qiao Zi was really addicted to the show. In the end, he was still dejected and chose to go back to his room.
.As soon as he closed the door, Qiao Zizhen revealed his true form, moved his drooping neck, took the doll in Song Xi's hand and placed it by the head of the bed. The doll's eyes were facing the pillow. The hungry little fool, "What do you want to eat?"
Song Xi pointed at himself stupidly: "Are you asking me?"
Kind of cute.
Qiao Zizhen resisted the urge to rub it on his head, and asked again: "Yes, is there anything you want to eat?"
Song Xi thought for a while, and finally understood, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and jumped up happily, and automatically lowered his IQ to a negative number: "Yangyang can eat whatever he wants! Do you want to eat anything? Happy! !"
"Hmm." Qiao Zizhen raised his chin, "Let's talk."
Song Xi: "I want to eat a full-fledged Han Chinese feast."
"...?".Qiao Zizhen's smile froze on his face, looking at him suspiciously.
Song Xi was very rude: "Hee hee."
The system of onlookers: "Fuck, mental retardation, you are gone."
Song Xi ignored him, the system did not understand, and the abnormal thinking was very understandable.
Sure enough, Qiao Bian was stunned for about ten seconds, the air stagnant with him, and disappeared in the next moment.
He laughed until he turned back and forth, as if he had heard some big joke, and he was so happy that he couldn't help himself. After a long time, he slowly stopped laughing, wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and put his hands on Song Xi's face. Rubbing it, he swam to his neck: "Be good, change it."
Ha ha.
Song Xi compared his middle finger in his heart, perverted is perverted, and if he disagrees, he will threaten people.
.Ke Ren had to bow his head under the eaves, Song Xi compromised and changed to something simpler, with an innocent face: "Stinky tofu mixed with durian, is it okay?"
"..."
Thinking of that taste, Qiao Zizhen's face instantly turned black, and he felt disgusted, "Change another one!"
"Ah..." Song Xi nodded regretfully, grieved, and clasped his fingers to be the next best thing, "Then, let's add a bear's paw to the dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder."
"..." I couldn't help laughing.
The air is silent.
After a long time, when Song Xi thought he was going to be angry, Qiao Zizhen sighed, and with a little helplessness and connivance, he reached out and grabbed the hair that was up on Song Xi's head.
"Little fool, stop making trouble."
.Suddenly, Song Xi's heart skipped a beat. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, going crazy. At that moment, he actually saw Wu Bei's shadow on Qiao Bian's body.
Crazy, really crazy.
He was a little uneasy in his heart, and poked at the system, "System, can't he be Wu Bei?"
The system said bluntly: "He is just the data established by the operation of the small world."
Also, Song Xi couldn't tell how he felt, and suddenly he was in no mood to make trouble. The sentence "want to eat noodles" almost blurted out, but he slammed it back and replaced it with: "egg fried rice."
This person is not Wu Bei, so he can't make the noodles he wants to eat.
Feeling the obvious low atmosphere, Qiao Zizhen's brows moved. The little fool was fine before, what the hell is he going to do?
.It doesn't matter, Qiao Zizhen snapped his fingers, and a plate appeared in his hand. The plate was full of fried rice with golden eggs, distinct and fragrant.
Song Xi had already passed his hunger pangs, and with his sudden depression, he had no appetite at all, so he put it down after a few bites.
As soon as the spoon fell on the plate, the back trembled, and it was cold.
Qiao Zizhen's voice sounded gloomy in his ears: "I want to finish eating, I don't like wasteful children."
Song Xi's hand on the spoon paused, angrily: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore!"
Qiao Zizhen: "You can."
Song Xi: "I don't!"
"you can."
"I..." Song Xi stopped abruptly, his eyes were shaken by the silver knife, and he swallowed, "I, I can!"
ten minutes later.
.Song Xi put down the spoon, rubbed his bulging belly, slumped on the seat like a dead fish, and kept muttering: "No, no, no..."
Looking at the clean plate, Qiao Zi was really satisfied, so he slowly put away the knife he was playing with and took away the plate.
Looking up at Song Xi again, his mouth was full of oil, and there was a grain of yellow-orange-orange rice left on his mouth, which completely matched his personality.
Qiao Zizhen has always been enthusiastic about interesting things. Seeing Song Xi's stupid appearance, he was not impatient at all. He took out a napkin and wiped it patiently for him.
After enjoying the treatment like Master Song Xi, he was so leisurely that he was about to sing a little song, when Qiao Zizhen suddenly approached him like a ghost, his expression was like a smile but not a smile, his tone could not be rejected, with a bit of nasty taste: "Little fool, eat as well as eat. I'm full, now it's time to work for me?"
.The author has something to say: The glutinous rice cake has become thicker! (I waited for a long time, why is there no friend who praised the cover as good-looking) akimbo.jp