"Ahh

In Jiang Qin's roar, Asia woke up in his bed, sleepy-eyed and frowning.

She obviously wanted to sleep a little longer.

"Why did you climb into my bed again?" Jiang Qin grabbed her ear, and it was very sad to find that it was actually difficult to get angry, and even enjoyed it a little.

In the past few days when Asia was new, she always insisted on rubbing against Jiang Qin's bed. Even if Jiang Qin locked the door tightly, sealed it with duct tape, and held a chair against it, she could always come in in a strange way.

"Sleep a little longer, just a little longer." Asia hugged Jiang Qin's waist and pegged him to death, becoming more and more like a clingy dog.

Since beating Mi'er away that day, Asia has become closer and closer to Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin sighed and said helplessly: "Even if you have to sleep with me, can you put on your clothes?" Don't always wrap just a bath towel. ”

"Well, it depends on my mood. I've taken good care of you, I was supposed to sleep naked, which improves the quality of sleep, and it's still warm. ”

"Then don't pull my quilt over and put your legs on my stomach. You know I've been having nightmares these days? ”

It was already six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Qin threw her a set of her own clothes and got up early.

"Then you always press my hair." Asia muttered, lifted the corner of the bath towel, squashed her stomach, and began to howl, "I'm hungry, Mr. Meal Ticket." ”

"You can go to the mountains and hunt hares, don't bother me."

"It's so barbaric, I never eat raw meat, that would shorten my life expectancy and make my body worse. I still have to live for a long time, at least seventy or eighty years later, fill your grave with a pinch of loess, and then sit down and drink a glass of wine, and slowly remember our story alone. Then sigh at your unhealthy and irregular diet. ”

"Okay, Wellness Expert Ahia." Jiang Qin got dressed, touched her dog's head, and asked, "What do you need for breakfast today?" ”

"Don't fry fritters, don't fry dumplings, don't fry anything. Buy me some rice cakes, put a little more sugar, the texture should be soft, but not too sticky, otherwise I will stick to my teeth. Another cup of freshly squeezed soy milk, the sugar should not sink to the bottom, but should be stirred, but I want to drink cold ......"

Jiang Qin slowly became accustomed to Ashia's massive requirements, he just picked them up, and bought as much as he could remember.

Of course, if she was bored, she deliberately only bought some fritters and threw them to her, and she could only bear it silently even if she cried wolf.

Originally, Jiang Qin hoped that Asia would buy breakfast, but because this lazy dog was so lazy, she would rather be hungry than get out of bed, and dragged it until ten o'clock after she slept enough, and then dragged Jiang Qin to have breakfast and lunch, which was called saving money.

It's like when I was in college, the whole dormitory was looking at him, a hardworking young man who got up early, to bring breakfast.

"Wait, don't go yet, buy me a comb, the raw material must be golden silk nanmu, and the lacquer process must be ......"

"Bang" Jiang Qin had already closed the door, and Ashya was lying on the bed again, like a wasted person.

She said to herself, "No, Ashia, you can't be so decadent anymore. ”

Asia got up with difficulty, habitually sniffed Jiang Qin's clothes, felt much more relieved, and walked towards the kitchen.

As a werewolf from time immemorial, it takes time for her to wake up from her slumber and adapt to the new technology of humanity. So, she still feels unfamiliar with the gas stove in the kitchen.

Gently press down the knob and wait for the current on the stove to start "crackling", then turn clockwise, and the "poof" flame will come out in a circle.

After living in Jiang Qin's house for so many days, this was the only thing she had learned. Skillfully put the pot on the stand, and after a series of steps, an egg was fried unpretentiously.

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Jiang Qin walked slowly to the breakfast shop near his home, which was still open and ventilated, with luxurious simple benches in the open air, and fragrant fried fritters.

There are a lot of old men and aunts gathered here early, and young people generally can't get up so early unless they are in a hurry.

The slow pace of life, crispy and fluffy fritters in the early morning, and occasionally listening to the gossip of passers-by are one of the few pleasures that Jiang Qin has.

"Xiao Qin, your portion shouldn't be eaten by one person, right?" The old man at the breakfast shop asked ambiguously.

"Ahh Jiang Qin doesn't like to talk to people, he just responds casually, and everyone is not surprised.

They also skimmed Jiang Qin and chatted casually.

"I heard that a lot of Westerners have come recently, and they don't look like good things, and they always have words in their mouths, and they are chattering."

"Yes, and I heard that several girls have died at night in the past few days, all of whom have been drained of blood, and their deaths are miserable."

"My bastard told me that there are always people standing in many alleys, muttering that he is a savior or something, like a haunter. Alas, it seems that these days are restless. ”

Jiang Qin listened to these words quietly, silently.

Ever since Asia arrived, rumors of anomalies have indeed grown, as if the floodgates had been opened.

And these things are likely to all point to himself and Ashia.

He picked up his breakfast and walked silently on the way back with his head down, when he bumped into a man who looked like an employee of a pizzeria, a pizza was spilled, and the box was stepped on into several cardboards.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay for it." Jiang Qin said apologetically to the pizza shop staff.

"No, there are many more, and they are not worth much." The employee immediately picked up the pizza box, put the pizza back in the muddy water, and hurried away.

Jiang Qin kept staring at him, and the little brother glanced back at himself and smiled shyly.

But for some reason, this little brother has no grievances with him, but he feels a deep sense of disgust.

Moreover, his aura is a bit like the puppeteer who ambushed him a few days ago.

Jiang Qin always trusts his own judgment, and there is a high probability that he is the enemy.

"Stop, boy."

Jiang Qin took out the revolver given by Jaeger and aimed at him.

The pizza boy froze at first, and then immediately began to run frantically, still clinging to the pizza box.

Jiang Qin did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and inside was the ordinary bullet that he had filled through his own channel, six rounds in a row, his right hand almost lost sensation, and blood slowly oozed from the tiger's mouth.

All six bullets hit the kid, and his body suddenly fell apart, turning into a puppet, and he must have run away. Quite a familiar way of escaping.

If he hadn't gone out without a knife and didn't want to cause too much damage at the door of his house, Jiang Qin would have chased after him a long time ago.

The echo of the gunfire was loud, and although no one saw it, it was enough to cause a riot.

Jiang Qin retracted the revolver and recovered the bullet casing. Prevent trouble and return home immediately.

There is no surveillance in this area anyway.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the scent of eggs.