Under the hot singer poster, Muto Qing's upper body is leaning on the head of the bed, and the neck is shrunk into the quilt, revealing a head, which looks like a big silkworm chrysalis, which is quite funny.

Yuzi sat on the side, holding a rice bowl mixed with pickles and white rice porridge in one hand, and scooping up the white rice porridge with a spoon in the other, pouting her pink little mouth and blowing out a few breaths gently.

When it is almost blown, it is sent to his mouth and let him swallow it in one bite, and the combination of warm white rice porridge and pickles can easily arouse people's appetite.

Not to mention that there are beautiful girls on the side who are hand-fed and blow cold, which reminds him of his previous life.

In the Yuanyang Immortal Realm, whether he eats or eats spiritual fruits, he is fed by a special maid.

The difference is that the handmaidens are out of obedience to his authority, not to him personally. In other words, even if you kill your own usurper, you can still enjoy the service of those beautiful women when you go back.

And Yuzi is for him alone, no, to be precise, it should be the original owner.

When he thought about it, he was vaguely depressed, he didn't have a person who treated him sincerely after living for so many years, and a little ghost who had lived for more than ten years could actually get it, in this respect, he was really a complete failure.

"Forget it, I can't eat it, you can take it away," he looked at the half bowl of porridge left, suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite, and shook his head with lack of interest.

Yuzi, who didn't know why, thought it was the cause of the cold, so she didn't force it too much, and nodded: "Okay, I'll take the cold medicine on the table for you to eat." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to take medicine, Muto Qing frowned, he hadn't taken medicine for a long time, and he had been injured before by taking elixirs, which was quick and useful.

The medicine of this world, in the memory of the original owner, is a capsule, and that look reminds him of the feces of the night spirit bird in the fairy world, and he doesn't really want to put his mouth down.

Stare at...... Under Yuzi's fierce eyes, he closed his eyes resignedly, did not look at the appearance of the capsule, threw it into his mouth in one gulp, and then drank cold boiled water and poured it in.

Yuzi nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on her face: "Yoxi, I'll go down to wash the dishes first, you stay in bed honestly, don't move." ”

"Hey," he replied casually, and lay back on the bed, listening to the sound of Tamako's departing footsteps, his drowsy brain appearing sleepy, and his hands resting on his abdomen...... Ahh

He was so sleepy that he lifted the quilt and swept his eyes sharply to the furnishings in the room, desks, bookshelves, wardrobes, and even trash cans.

Oops, the pistol he had snatched from those two thugs was gone, and he was annoyed, he couldn't imagine that the cold was so terrible, and his ability to think had dropped so much.

actually brought a pistol to find Tamako, and if it was found to be a real gun, things would be in trouble.

Fortunately, judging from Tamako's attitude, I haven't noticed it yet, or I'm more concerned about my physical condition than I think about it. If it was the latter reason, he had to get the pistol back as soon as possible.

Muto Qing got up from the bed, walked out of the room in his slippers, and shouted down the stairs, "Tamako, where did I buy the gun yesterday?" ”

Ahem, Yuzi, who heard the voice, opened her mouth to answer, but forgot that there was porridge in her mouth, and immediately coughed.

After a while, she exhaled and said angrily: "I should have said, don't waste money casually, what are you buying that kind of toy imitation gun for, you are past the age of secondary two, don't play with any toy guns, do some entertainment activities that are more in line with high school students." ”

"Really, you caught a cold by buying two imitation guns, and you don't care about your body too much!"

The chatter of the lesson came from downstairs, and Muto Qing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that the other party had misunderstood.

Think about it, how can a girl who is not interested in firearms be able to tell the difference between a replica gun and a real gun.

He shouted again: "Yuzi, you don't understand, guns are a man's romance, come on, where did you throw the pistol?" ”

In the kitchen, next to the faucet, Yuzi put down the white rice porridge, rushed over with a quick figure, stood at the bottom of the stairs, and yelled with her hands on her hips upwards: "That broken toy has been thrown into the trash, don't care, hurry up and go back to rest!" ”

Muto Qing leaned on the wall with one hand and a smile on his face: "Liar, you didn't throw it at all, Tamako, tell me, where is the pistol?" ”

Yuzi blinked, didn't answer, and asked with a serious expression, "Why do you think I didn't throw it away?" ”

Because judging from the memory of the original owner, as long as it is something that is bought with money, you are reluctant to throw away even a (9) eraser, let alone an expensive imitation gun.

The above reasons, he couldn't say, and said with a slight smile: "From childhood to adulthood, Yuzi has been a gentle and understanding girl." ”

Suddenly hearing these words, Yuzi's fair cheeks were once again occupied by redness, and her heart was happy, and she said with a sweet smile on her face: "Hmph, only at this time do you know that your mouth is sweet, I put your gun in the opposite room, if you understand, go back to bed." ”

"Hmm," Muto Qing agreed, turned back to the original bedroom, counted thirty seconds silently, opened the door again, and quietly looked under the stairs, but found no figure.

He didn't hesitate, he quickly ran into the opposite room, and at a glance found the box in the corner, the two pistols lying quietly on the dusty lid, the black body exuding a metallic texture.

He exhaled softly, withdrew all the bullets from the pistol, opened the box, stuffed it to the bottom, and put it back on when it was useful, so as not to have an accident.

Removing the bullet and putting the gun back in place, he ran into his room again, quickly got into bed, and got into the warm quilt.

Ah, the tense nerves were completely relaxed, and with the warmth of the remaining bed, he felt that the whole person was going to be warmed, and his head was dizzy comfortably, and he fell into a deep sleep little by little.

I don't know how long he slept, there was a loud bang, and a trembling sensation came from the bed, and he woke up in an instant, and every nerve in his body was tense, as if it was a bowstring about to shoot an arrow, and his breath was pressing.

A shrill cry suddenly sounded from the side: "Earthquake?!" Come on! ”

He was slightly stunned, and just as he was about to speak, a hand was already around his waist, and then he flew up like a cloud and rushed out of the door.

As soon as she ran out of the door, the tremor had stopped, and Tamako's footsteps did not stop, but ran faster and faster, wanting to take advantage of the earthquake to rest and run out of the house as soon as possible, so as not to be buried under the house.

Muto Qing hurriedly called a halt: "Yuzi, it's not an earthquake, you hurry up and stop." ”

"Don't talk!" Yuzi roared back, she thought that it was already the moment of life and death, where would she dare to stop.

He was helpless, this tenacious girl, and he didn't want to think about it, if it was a big earthquake, how could there be such a long blank period, and listening to that sound, it didn't look like an earthquake, it was more like something exploding.