Zhou Yu began to wonder if this tiger was purely causing trouble for him, but thinking about his own dung is much more willful than this guy, he will still lie on other people's bodies and lick his paws, so he stopped complaining, looked at the time, and found that it was already more than six o'clock in the evening, pinched the time to feed Cyril medicine again, and guarded Cyril with the big tiger After fighting a new wave of struggle, he reached out to touch the things on the table.

The tiger quickly ran forward and tugged at his arm, the reaction was so swift that the feces on his head were unstable and almost fell off, and the little black cat immediately meowed a few times in dissatisfaction, and waved its paws on the big tiger's head several times.

The tiger purred from his throat, and Zhou Yu twitched at the corner of his eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't get it, I'll play with you next time, it's almost the same today, I'll come back tomorrow." After finishing typing on the light board, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed the tiger's head, and then cleaned up and put the things on the table on the tray machine qì person who had just been called.

Where he didn't pay attention, the big tiger cast a glance at Cyril, then tilted his head as if he had received some order, took half a step back, and lay on the ground, without stopping Zhou Yu from leaving.

The little black cat jumped down from his head, glanced at the man on the bed with disgust, stretched out his paws and stroked the tiger's steely beard, and teased it for a long time, while waiting for his slow master.

It wasn't until the door was closed again that Cyril on the bed opened his eyes.

For almost the whole day, the boy was in this room, and the space was filled with the smell of a teenager, which made Cyril's sentinel instinct satisfied.

And although the confrontation between the three potions and the virus made his body feel unprecedentedly tired, the spiritual power in his brain was also unprecedentedly awake, he should have rested and stored this few spiritual powers, but he still opened his eyes, and opened Walter through the residual spiritual power, and clicked on the interstellar penguin software.

His eyesight was not enough for him to see what the boy was doing, but the tiger's eyes were his eyes, so he had just seen the boy's movements clearly, and took a picture with Walter.

Quickly opened the penguin, then found a contact and sent a message to the past.

Cyril: [Picture] Help me make this kind of thing, fully automated.

A Wandering Wolf: ...... the slot and lie down and cheat the corpse??

Cyril: Please, it's me, preferably without any manpower at all.

A Wandering Wolf: When did you wake up? What do you want this thing for?

Cyril: Remember to be quick.

A Wayward Wolf: ...... I feel that my human rights have been violated! Don't rely on your youth and promise to disrespect the old and love the young!

Cyril: 3

A wandering wolf: 2,1! Of course you can, uncle~ When do you want it?

Cyril: Tomorrow morning, to Clinton Palace.

A heartbroken wolf: me, I'm still human, okay! Did you know that I'm almost off work and asked me to study this?!

Cyril: Overtime.

A Dying Wolf: ......

Cyril: I'll send you the money.

A wolf who needs something: No, who is with the other, I will study and study at night, it shouldn't be difficult.

Cyril: Thank you.

After he said this, he planned to turn off Walter, this kind of conversation is a normal mental power consumption on a normal sentry guide, but now that his energy core is broken, the infinite circulation of spiritual power is a one-time time thing for him, so he has to save some use.

Just as he was about to remove the penguins, the news flashed again.

A Touched Wolf: Cyril, You...... Coming back?

Cyril paused, manipulating his neck, which had just regained some consciousness, and turned his head to look at the empty chair beside him, as if he could see the young man sitting on it in the afternoon, and for a long time, he twisted his head back with his stiff neck.

Cyril: It's almost there.

He believes in the boy and in himself, so it should be, soon.

So Zhou Yu accidentally got up late the next day, hurriedly made himself an egg, and by the way, after eating a bowl of extremely unpalatable nutrients to pad his stomach, he received a package.

Because the people in the Clinton family have suddenly been busy in the past two days, even Chen Lao is often not at home, and Mrs. Ou Lei also looks tired when she comes back every night, although Zhou Yu doesn't understand, but he also roughly knows what happened, after all, Cyril woke up, and for the entire empire, it must be big news, so he tried his best to reduce his sense of existence and not cause trouble to them.

Oh, there's one lying upstairs.

Taking the package from the guards outside the door, Zhou Yu studied it for a while, then put it on the tray, and took it to the fifth floor with his eggs and potions, and herbs.

Cyril had the experience of the previous day, and he had almost figured out the time when the boy came, so when Zhou Yu pushed the door in, the person on the bed looked as if he had been waiting for him for a while.

"Got a package, your stuff." Zhou Yu said, put the things next to him, and then spread out his things, looked back, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh yes, you can't move, do you want me to help you disassemble it?" Or wait for Madame Ole to come back in the evening? ”

Cyril replied in a nutshell, "Demolish." ”

It is very imposing on the battlefield and gives orders.

"Oh." Understanding his battlefield complex, Zhou Yu nodded obediently.

He put the thing on the table, studied it for a while, and found that it could not be disassembled violently, so he went to Walter to search for the way to dismantle the package, and looked for the blind Cyril with a black line on his face, and after asking for the password, he opened the package.

The box is quite big, but the thing is not big, and even such a small thing is wrapped in layers of foam, Zhou Yu took a long time to contact it with the inseparable state of the bubble, and wondered who was so boring, but when he got the things inside, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

How to say...... It seems like a ...... The upgraded version of the silver stick, in the middle is a thick silver column, the lower head is probably a shift design, thicker than the stick body two or three times, and at the top of the handle is made two separate handles, but the handle is the handle, but this designer still wants to make two eggs like a round, so this thing looks ...... It's very much like that thing.

It can be said that it has completely evolved from a silver stick to a lewd stick.

Zhou Yu, an old man who has lived for more than 30 years, can see at a glance, studying medicine, is not ashamed at all, and quite novelty pondered up and down for a while, the more he pondered, the more he felt that this designer was really magical, and he did it vividly, and then he accidentally pressed the switch, and the lower part of the stick immediately began to vibrate, and he would also change gears!

Zhou Yu immediately slapped his thigh in his heart, absolutely not.

Which one of these heartless people sent it, this is him receiving the package, if Mrs. Ou Lei receives the package, this has to be judged as harassment directly? General Saul looks majestic but his wife and slave are proper, and when the time comes, he must not directly and humanely destroy him?

However, there are still fifteen years after escaping the first year of junior high school, and it is good to catch up with General Saul's absence, but his son Cyril is also half a pound and eight taels, and his whole face is blue, if he is not able to move his limbs at this time, and properly inherit his father's demeanor, maybe he will go to the next level, and come to a five-horse corpse or something.

After all, unlike Zhou Yu, a child who grew up in an environment where he scolded each other in the alley and scolded each other's genitals when he was a child, Cyril has received excessive training because of his talent since he was a child, and he definitely doesn't understand this aspect of things.

But no.

Standing in the room at this moment was a guide, who didn't know how to describe his mood in this regard, but instinctively felt unhappy, a little irritable, worried, and...... Restlessness? Especially when the strange thing began to vibrate, Cyril's earlobes turned a little red suspiciously, and his face turned black to the bottom of the pot.

Zhou Yu didn't see this change in him, but found a piece of paper from the package, and saw that it was written on it.

"Time is pressing, it's just enough to do this, next time I'll get you a completely hands-free, completely automatic uncle, what's the matter."

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, instantly understood something, and glanced at Cyril who was bruised on the bed, "You asked someone to do it for me?" ”

In the form of such a rogue, Cyril couldn't admit it, so he could only hide his merit and fame, and use his lost five senses to the end, staring at the ceiling and pretending that he hadn't heard anything.

Zhou Yu almost laughed out loud when he found out that he seemed to be a kid, but for the sake of the face of the imperial heroes and their future harmony, he still held back, typed a heartfelt thank you on the keyboard, and began to prepare potions for Cyril.

Holding the cup and putting a straw for Cyril, last night he found that Cyril had recovered his consciousness above his neck, and he probably understood Zhou Yu's intentions, and did not resist taking medicine, so he simply didn't take the suction aid again, although it would be a little difficult, but since it was restored, of course, it was better to exercise as soon as possible.

Cyril didn't have any objections to his arrangement, but as he approached, his eyes flickered and landed on his white-strapped-up fingers, and then his gaze sank instantly.

"Huh? Oh, this," following his gaze, Zhou Yu glanced at the wound on his finger and said, "It'll be fine in one go, it's not a serious injury." ”

It's really not, it's just that Zhou Yu was too late last night, and he was so tired that he was too lazy to find grass for himself for a while. But after explaining, a thought suddenly flashed into Zhou Yu's mind.

He remembered the abnormal tiger from last night, looked at the automatic version of the silver stick on the table, and Cyril, who was obviously not very smooth in expressing his feelings, and blinked.

He suddenly seemed to have figured out something in his mind, could it be that this qiē was the caring ...... given to him by this half-mute admiral in front of him like him?

That's pretty roundabout.

But whether he was out of gratitude or something else, this kind of approach made Zhou Yu feel ...... It's heartwarming.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of being cared for for a long time, but when he arrived at the Clinton Palace, it seemed to suddenly become more frequent.

Looking down, I saw that Cyril had already consciously started to drink the medicine, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Just like that, Zhou Yu suddenly felt that in fact, this character was quite funny, coupled with his appearance...... Except for his quite rebellious physique, there is no admiral frame that he imagined to be difficult to get along with.

Admiral.

Thinking of these two words, Zhou Yu's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he instantly retracted all his thoughts, sat back on the high chair and began to seriously ponder the automatic silver stick.