When the rain was dripping, Ji Jiu went out with a transparent umbrella, the raindrops fell on the umbrella, and the percussion sound was slightly dull.

At six o'clock in the evening, it was as dark as the dark god of Gurana had broken the seal.

She was wearing rain boots and stepped viciously on small puddles, like kicking Fu Qi's dog face.

It's been a whole week since he threw her at the police station!

Ji Jiu grinded her snow-white little fangs, treading water pit by pit, and a mobile phone case of a lying rabbit hung in front of her slender white neck, swaying slightly in front of her lower abdomen with her range of movements.

She was bouncing like a white ball, her ponytail dangling.

“……”

The small box hanging in front of the lower abdomen lit up.

[Sneaking out to buy snacks? 】

It's a message from the Times.

Ji Jiujiu frowned and looked at it for two seconds, before revealing an expression of "I was so wronged, what I did was obviously a good person and a good deed", and quickly typed on the keyboard.

[No, I'm going to buy my brother's peripherals! 】

The mobile phone was given to her in the past few days, saying that it was to allow her to successfully integrate into the life of the mortal world as soon as possible, so she relied on her intelligence and quickly gained a full understanding of the little brothers in the mortal world.

So the little girl didn't do anything in the big villa these days, just nested in a small pile of soft and cute dolls, with two little rabbit ears on top of her head that shook from time to time, and her eyes were bright and swiping the major apps.

Shi Tian sometimes rubbed her soft rabbit ears with a warm palm, and when her flat gaze swept across her mobile phone screen, she looked up at the sky sadly with an expression of "I knew you were a loser": "Chirp, do you remember what you did here?" ”

And the little girl usually doesn't even give him a look!

Ji tweets: ─=≡Σ(((つ•̀ω•́)つahahahh

What bullshit Fu Qi, he is still left to fend for himself!

There are thousands of beautiful men, he Fu Qi is a fart!

The little girl continued to kick and pray step by step...... Kicking puddles.

In order to facilitate travel, the clothes on Ji Jiujiu's body are no longer the cumbersome skirts before, she is wearing a snow-white and soft thin sweatshirt, with a loose style, and two super cute bear ears on the sweatshirt hat.

Ji Jiu took two steps, and the phone vibrated again, and a new message appeared again on the screen of the mobile phone that had not been darkened.

[Are you rich?] 】

Ji Jiu: ......

Soul Crit.

She looked at her balances, and then sadly came to a conclusion.

She, as an intern little god of wealth, has no money.

T^T

Shi Tian was well versed in the virtues of this ruined rabbit cub, and after a few symbolic mockery of her, he still gave Jiu Jiu 8,000 yuan in a decent manner.

Across the road is a store specializing in peripheral sales, and when Ji Jiu stepped into the door of the store happily, a teenager suddenly rushed out of the alley next to him, and then fell at her feet with a "snap".

Under the soft sweatshirt and hat, the tip of the little girl's ear "biu" popped out.

She had beautiful dark eyes.

Blink, wink.

Then he suddenly pulled out an inexplicable smile and quietly made up for him.

It's really not her delusion.

What did she think—the boy lying at her feet now looked like Fu Qi's old bastard.

Save?

Don't save?

*

When Fu Qi woke up, it was already late at night.

Ji Jiujiu sat on the bed, hanging his little head, bowing his head and playing on his toes.

“…… Cough. ”

The messy and fragile teenager craned his neck in pain and coughed hoarsely.

The little girl glanced up at him, her eyes lit up, her lips moved, and then she suddenly thought of something, and she was obviously a little depressed: "...... You're awake. ”

Fu Qi's pupils sank, he casually raised his eyelids, and pulled the corners of his lips: "Why, my brother didn't die, are you quite disappointed?" ”

？

Ji Jiu shook a little, raised his little face with a "sigh", touched his chin with his little paws, and subconsciously blurted out: "Is it so obvious?" ”

“……”

The bottom of the young man's eyes was smeared with thick ink, he gritted his teeth, his lips turned white suddenly, and the broken hair on his forehead was slightly soaked with cold sweat.

His facial lines actually belong to the cold and indifferent light beauty, but his eyes seem to be hiding a dark and cold glow all the time, and the whole person looks a little fierce and difficult to approach.

His fingertips moved, and then he suddenly pulled the needle from the back of his hand.

Neatly turned over and got out of bed, and the stumbling step was about to go out.

"Hey, hey, why are you going," Ji Jiu dragged the person back directly, with an expression of "You are a dog, can you save your mother a snack", while pressing the hospital bed, leaning over to press the nurse's bell, his eyes narrowed coldly, "Fu Xiaoqi, are you looking for death?" ”

Ji Jiujiu's combat effectiveness is not weak, although only one percent is left, but it is just right to deal with the seriously injured Fu Qi, so she held the person down fiercely and threatened him very seriously: "Be careful that I will make up for your injury!" ”

Fu Qi: "......"

He glanced at her with the tail of his eyes.

Then his thin lips tightened, and he closed his eyes fiercely, covering the overflowing and innocent emotions at the bottom of his pupils.

The doctor and nurse quickly arrived, and one of the trainee nurses, who didn't know what was going on, pierced him several times but was not allowed to do so.

Ji Jiujiu, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a little gloating.

But after the schadenfreude, she was a little scared.

Fu Qi, this little spicy chicken, won't be poked a few times and then gone, right?

So the little girl reached out to stop the nurse's movements, and her warm and soft palm covered the back of the boy's hand.

Her voice was soft and waxy, but she could hear obvious displeasure and blame.

"Did you use him as a test subject? This needle prick, you seem to be kidding Lao Tzu? ”

Fu Qi's eyebrow bone was slightly raised, and his eyelids moved.

When the needle was pushed back into the pale blue veins on the back of the boy's hand, the little girl watched from the side.

“……”

Shake the spirit.

The sense of substitution is too strong, Ji Jiujiu feels that she is the one who is being stabbed now.

She looked at Fu Qi with his eyes closed and no waves, and sincerely felt that he was calm like a dead ghost.

Until the doctor left, Fu Qi still closed his eyes calmly and quietly, lying on the cold white hospital bed.

It's so quiet, so quiet that it's awkward to death.

Ji Jiu felt that something was not right.

She called him tentatively: "Fu Qi? ”

"......" he was silent.

So she leaned over again and whispered to him, "...... Fu Xiaoqi? ”

"......" is still so indifferent.

Then Ji Jiu reached out to probe his snort.

But I haven't touched the tip of the other person's nose yet.

The boy raised his eyes, waved her hand impatiently, and stared at her expressionlessly.

He told her very coldly.

"Ji Jiu, Lao Tzu is not so expensive, and he doesn't need to be hospitalized."

"Don't say it so nicely," Ji Jiu ruthlessly dismantled him, "You just don't have the money to pay for hospitalization." ”