"Downstairs. Trash can. Is there anything else going on with your comrades?"

"It's okay. In the future, don't litter my things."

"It's a comrade-in-arms. Do you want to drink water, comrade-in-arms?"

"Not yet."

"Comrade-in-arms, you sit first. I'm going to sort out the housekeeping."

Sitting on the couch and breathing heavily, trying to calm my hands that were shaking with anger, I went out and downstairs a minute later.

First go to the trash can to retrieve the shoebox, and see the intact Sanfeng grass and the nameless herb in the shoebox, and grow a breath of air.

He slammed into the storage room downstairs and found a good water pipe connection back to the dormitory.

After the fitting was replaced and the heating slowly turned up, I took off my down jacket.

But just half a minute later, I clenched my fists again, and I couldn't help but get angry again.

But looking at Pan Xiaoli's busy shadow in the kitchen, watching her kneeling on the ground and wiping her head on the kitchen stove, looking at her hair that was wet with sweat and sticking to her face, I forcibly pressed the bulging forehead and went out silently, and went downstairs again.

This time, I told myself that the master should have the bearing of the master. The master can't be called in vain, let alone in vain.

In the trash can, he turned out the ejiao powder, cordyceps powder and a few pairs of traditional Chinese medicine that Pan Xiaoli threw away, and by the way, he picked up all the other things thrown away by Pan Xiaoli and put them in the storage room next door.

Carrying Ejiao Cordyceps powder back to the house, carrying Pan Xiaoli to drink Ejiao eggs, silently going out to fry Chinese medicine in the corridor.

"Comrade-in-arms. I'll give you a decoction. You go in and rest."

"No, I don't. I'll do it myself."

"Comrade-in-arms. I'll do it anyway. You're not healed."

"You cook well. I can do it myself."

"Comrade-in-arms. I'm a Miao doctor. I'm good at decoction. I'll come."

"Not really. This medicine needs to be guarded."

"I'll keep it. Comrade in arms. You go in."

"You cook. This is...... Command."

"Yes. Comrades-in-arms."

An order came out and immediately shut up Pan Xiaoli, immediately saluted me, and stood upright.

At this moment, I also seem to have found the password to control the intangible cultural heritage female Gu Master.

The place where the decoction was made was in a leeward position behind the staircase, more than eight meters from my dormitory.

With my order, Pan Xiaoli stayed in the kitchen honestly and obediently, and I finally cleared up.

The coals ignited, and a red fire erupted from under the black medicine jar, driving away the winter cold. The bitterness and soup peculiar to Chinese medicine gradually thickened and became dark.

The smoke is billowing, bringing up the wounds of memories. The boiling juice screamed, and my mind began to think crankily again.

Taking a deep breath of thin air, the carbon dioxide that had not yet burned out turned into a bloody blade with bitter medicine and a blade that sealed the throat, scraping from the throat to the lower abdomen.

My head was groggy and my lungs were tingling, and I was coughing again.

This cough made me bend down, my body curled up, my eyes shining with stars, and the roar of a loaded train in my ears.

In the fog, a pair of hands covered my eyes without warning and blew at the back of my neck.

My head was confused, and I suddenly became angry!

The woman is a good village woman who is stupid and cute, and in broad daylight, she dares to seduce her master so boldly!

Licentious!

I've been putting up with you for a long time.

Immediately, I whispered, "Let go of me." The hands covered my eyes even harder, and a series of charming voices whispered in my ears: "Don't let go." I won't let go of death."

My whole body shook and I shivered.

The voice......

The voice......

"Tong Tong. Did you miss me?" The low panting in my ears and the soul-shattering magic sound were like a 36-volt battery, which made my whole body tingle.

"Dead stinky boy with no conscience. I won't answer your calls. It made me cry all night."

"You stay with me!"

Layers of goosebumps spread over my body

Pimple.

The enchanting voice of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Witch Shura was like an electric drill, drilling into my bone marrow, into my heart, dropping an incendiary bomb in my cold heart, igniting a raging fire.

Suddenly, I just felt a little wetness coming from the left side of my face, as if something very soft had slid from my cheek to my earlobe.

This was followed by a very cold and icy cold pain.

"Stinky boy. Don't you speak?"

"Hello Teacher Tong. I'm your cutest and well-behaved student, Yeon-yeon......

"Gegege ......"

The silver bell-like smile suddenly remembered, like the big bell on the bell tower, striking my ears one by one, and hitting my heart one after another.

"Humph!"

"I didn't respond to calling you, Teacher Tong. I'm. I don't love you anymore."

A perfect jade head poked out from behind my shoulder, and the snow-white swan neck rested on my shoulder.

The most perfect and delicate jade face that even the Emperor Shakti would not hesitate to wage war caught in the corner of my eye.

"Qiyan. Why are you here?"

Close to the square inch, Qi Yan's plum blossom red jade in the depths of the snow was unscrupulous against my down hat, gently rubbing: "Come and see you, a stinky boy who likes the new and hates the old."

The lingering resentment and the sentimental soft intestines echo softly in the ears, like crying and complaining.

Qi Yan's whole body was close to my back, and Frost Saixue's hand grabbed my right hand, holding the soup spoon and stirring it gently in the medicine jar.

Through a thin layer of down hats, between the ears and temples, the nasal cavity is full of the elegant fragrance of the snow lotus of that day, exhaling and inhaling, and returning to the intestines.

"Better, isn't it?"

"If you can come down, I guess you'll be healed five minutes early."

"Gege."

Qi Yan ate and smiled, pursed her lips and scolded: "No."

"Gegege, it's up to you, it's up to you for the rest of your life. I don't want you to be good."

is obviously the most authentic Yandu dialect, but when it comes out of Qiyan's mouth, there is a kind of glutinous and refreshing softness of Jiangnan women, which makes people feel like they are in the clouds.

Qiyan's weight is only 100 pounds, but I can't bear it.

Taking a deep breath, he stiffened himself, "I can hold on for a minute at most."

Qiyan smiled again.

The flowers and branches behind me trembled, like the convex hand of a massage chair moving behind my back: "Guess where I went?"

"I can't guess. Ahem......

"Tell you. I went to Ao Island. Caught a big fish. This time, I'm going to be promoted."