Fan Yingying cooked a pot of barley porridge, this thing is not cooked, and when her side dishes are mixed, she went to the bun shop downstairs to buy some meat buns and roasted wheat back, and the barley bite is still a little hard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Put the buns on the plate, and when everyone gets up, heat them up directly in the microwave.

Fan Yingying turned around and went to the living room again.

After all, Zhou Junrong is a cultivator, his body is hard, and he had a high fever last night.

He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, not daring to open them, for fear of being found out that he had woken up and looking for trouble.

The two arms are pinned behind me for two nights a day, and it is estimated that it will not be used even if it is untied for a while and a half, and it is numb and unconscious.

I had a fever before, and my sense of smell and taste was not sensitive, but now that the fever has subsided, and my nose is better, I smell a particularly sweet smell of rice soup that is getting stronger and stronger.

He stretched out his nose and took two hard breaths, it was so fragrant, and a series of things that he loved to eat began to float uncontrollably in his mind, and everything seemed to be inferior to the smell of rice soup.

He began to guess what kind of rice it tasted like, it was so tempting, it smelled good, and it was so fragrant.

It has been two days and two nights since I received Xu Sicong's call, except for the ginger soup last night, he didn't eat a drop of water, he was hungry, he was really hungry, and his stomach began to sour water.

It was at this time that Fan Yingying handed him a small bowl of boiled soft and glutinous barley porridge: "You should be hungry too, right?" Just boiled, do you eat a bowl while it's hot? ”

Zhou Junrong squinted at Fan Yingying, not wanting to be favored by this person, pursed his lips and did not move.

Fan Yingying handed the porridge bowl under his nose: "You can't eat it tied up, or I'll feed you." ”

Zhou Junrong didn't resist in the end, so he took Fan Yingying's hand and drank a bowl of porridge one by one.

Licking the corners of his mouth, he didn't eat enough, he looked at Fan Yingying: "Another bowl?" ”

I haven't drunk water for two days, my voice is hoarse, and the sound I say is as if someone has scraped a broken gong with glass, which is unpleasant and harsh.

Fan Yingying didn't mind this, and shook her head at him: "No, you're sick, you can't eat blindly, I originally bought some meat buns, but you can't eat them now, bear with it." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhou Junrong looked at Fan Yingying's back.

Eyes slid from her narrow shoulders to her slender waist to her slender thighs.

Fan Yingying doesn't like to twist her hips when she walks, she has long legs, steady steps, and a straight back, like a model walking on the runway, which is particularly good-looking.

Zhou Junrong watched her turn around and turned into the kitchen, only then did he retract his gaze.

When everyone got up, Fan Yingying put breakfast on the table, and everyone gathered around to eat.

Several people looked like they hadn't eased up yet, Zou Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, turned his head and asked Fan Yingying: "What time did you get up, who are you?" ”

She held up her chopsticks and clicked on the table, and at first glance, there were freshly mixed side dishes and boiled barley porridge.

Without waiting for Fan Yingying to answer, Han Sicheng asked again: "Did you pick the towel on Zhou Junrong's mouth?" ”

Fan Yingying told Zhou Junrong about his fever last night, Zou Yu was a little embarrassed when she heard it, she couldn't say why, she felt that Zhou Junrong was very pitiful, although he was really not very good, but it was actually quite miserable to be tossed like this by them.

Jian Seventeen was bored to eat, but Zhang Jinxia answered: "I just took a look, and the fever has subsided." As he spoke, he instructed Han Sicheng: "Go back and change his hands and feet to change his posture, it's time to be tied like this." ”

Han Sicheng agreed.

Jian Seventeen was pinching a bun and biting it absentmindedly, when he heard Zhang Jinxia's words, he glanced at it, and quickly took it back, his expression was not very good-looking, like a child who was treated favoritly by his parents, he was indignant, and sprinkled his anger on the bun, and ate four in a row before stopping.

Han Sicheng untied Zhou Junrong, and he was not afraid that this person would run away, he had just lost his fever, although he was a little more energetic, but when he looked at it, he knew that he still had no strength in his body, and he didn't have the strength to eat.

Zou Yu helped hand the rope on the side, watched Han Sicheng change Zhou Junrong's posture, and tied the person up again.

"Hey, what are you going to do with him in a while?"

Zou Yu raised his hand and scratched horizontally on his neck, looking stupid.

Zhou Junrong rolled his eyes in his heart, feeling that the person in front of him was just good-looking, and it was estimated that his mind was full of.

Zou Yu didn't know that Zhou Junrong despised himself in his heart, and muttered to himself: "Didn't you say that his master was Yu Jianghai?" That old thing didn't know that his apprentice was tied up by us, and it was useless to trap people here. ”

Han Sicheng had also thought about this problem before, but there was no good way to deal with it.

Zou Yu said as he spoke, and began to help him come up with ideas: "Hey, you say, how do people like Jian Seventeen, who are far away from the sect, usually contact the people in their own sect?" ”

Han Sicheng tied Zhou Junrong and tied the rope again: "They all have special contact methods. ”

Zou Yu is quite interested in this topic: "Special contact information? How to get in touch? Homing pigeon? Can't you? ”

Han Sicheng really hadn't studied this matter by himself, and when he heard this, he could only guess: "It should be using some kind of special teleportation to make contact." ”

"Deliverables?" Zou Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhou Junrong and smiled, especially the kind with bad intentions.

"Hey, I said, how do you usually contact your master? Call? Do you have his phone number on your phone? ”

Zhou Junrong was so laughed by her that his back was furious, and he looked away, refusing to look at her.

Zou Yu was not annoyed, and looked at him from top to bottom.

There must be nothing in the clothes, this is the clothes she took out newly, in addition to the clothes, she looked at Zhou Junrong's feet, this person is very cold, wearing boat socks, at first glance it looks quite flat and does not look like she has something.

Except for socks, there is only underwear, who will put the usual things there? No way.

Zou Yu swept around, and hit the idea on Zhou Junrong's light blue boat socks again.

Zou Yu approached and winked at Zhou Junrong: "Say, where are the things hidden?" ”

Zhou Junrong shrank back, Zou Yu's eyes were big and round, and when he stared at people, the sly people who flickered inside panicked.

Zhou Junrong hadn't looked at her carefully before, and after being frightened by the weird makeup on her face, he didn't dare to look at her at all.

Zou Yu, who has taken off her makeup, is actually very good-looking, with big eyes, small nose and small mouth, she looks very delicate, and her voice when she speaks is clear and beautiful, but her urgent appearance makes his back cold for a while. (To be continued.) )