big communicator

Chapter 89 A Cool Appearance

After waiting on the sofa for a while, Qin Xiaoyu fell into some kind of confusion looking at the magpie on the ground.

He believed that the magpie bird would make other moves in the future, but judging from the current situation, this guy should be asleep.

Breathing steadily, curled up like a quail.

"uh-huh!"

Turning his head to look at Qin Xiaoyu, Ding Daqiao felt that he had to make some noise.

When Qin Xiaoyu exclaimed just now, he thought that the little bird was about to make some big moves, and waited for a long time with anticipation, but never thought it would be such a result. After exchanging eyes with Qin Xiaoyu, he raised his throat and coughed With a sound.

There is no other meaning, just want to confirm whether the magpie bird is still demonstrating.

There was another silence. After Ding Daqiao's cough, the magpie only moved its wings slightly, then folded its body, and slept more soundly on the ground without even moving its head.

"Qin Xiaoyu, is your friend tired?"

After looking at Qin Xiaoyu awkwardly, Ding Daqiao said tactfully.

We don't know what's going on, and we don't dare to speak out, what if this is a necessary stage for the eight-step total appreciation step demonstration.

Although it doesn't look like it.

"Probably tired"

Although Ding Daqiao's tone was full of doubts, Qin Xiaoyu still explained cheekily against his will.

The magpie bird should have fallen asleep, but the reason is unknown, maybe it was due to excessive force when breaking the spell just now, didn't he still shout for lack of oxygen before?

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands."

Hearing what Qin Xiaoyu said, Ding Daqiao stood up from the sofa. Although he couldn't reach out to wake the magpie, there was one thing he could do, and that was to go to the bathroom to wash his right hand.

After this relaxation, my hands are full of strange smells.

"I'll go wash up too."

After standing up with Ding Daqiao, Qin Xiaoyu echoed from the side.

I don't know when the magpie will wake up, so I hurried to the bathroom to tidy up while I'm free now.

Ding Daqiao's move just now was too poisonous.

"Why are you washing it hard? It's just been applied. It probably hasn't been absorbed yet. Just sit down."

Seeing Qin Xiaoyu also stand up, Ding Daqiao said with a smirk.

Domestic skin care products are not so wasteful.

"Ding Daqiao, believe it or not, I rubbed all over you?"

"Besides, I have soap at home."

"what's this?"

Coming out of the bathroom, Ding Daqiao picked up Qin Xiaoyu's fangs on the table.

This thing was hard before, but it became soft instantly when the magpie roared.

"Looks like plasticine."

Squeezing the fangs in Ding Daqiao's hand, Qin Xiaoyu expressed his thoughts.

He felt this way when the fangs were just knocked off by himself, but now it looks more like it.

At least in terms of feel, there is no difference.

"Nonsense, you really know how to think."

Putting down the fangs in his hand, Ding Daqiao squatted on the ground and studied the pattern drawn by the magpie bird.

Compared with the meaningless fangs, the traces left by the magpie bird on the ground are more attractive to him.

These bloodstains were intertwined in a mess, with irregular lines of different thicknesses. If it hadn't been for the magpie standing in the center and snapping Qin Xiaoyu's fangs, I would definitely think that he was scribbling on the ground.

I have never seen such a free-wheeling technique, as abstract as the handwriting they wrote when they were working.

As the saying goes, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. As a representative of the abstract school in the hospital, Ding Daqiao admitted that he fell down today.

"North, the second from the bottom."

Just as he took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the pattern for future research, Ding Daqiao saw the magpie not far away wake up.

"What do you mean?"

Looking at the magpie that signaled him to reach out and press it down, Ding Daqiao said in an embarrassed tone.

Forgive my shallow knowledge, I can't understand such an abstract pattern at all, the second from the bottom of the north position, which position does it refer to?

"Can't you read a map? Up north, down south, left west, right east, you don't understand."

Seeing the magpie woke up, Qin Xiaoyu said to Ding Daqiao with some hesitation. After the magpie opened his eyes again, the light on his body seemed to disappear.

"Then tell me, where is up?"

Glancing at Qin Xiaoyu, Ding Daqiao pointed to the pattern on the ground and asked, "Such a messy pattern, without any markings, can you distinguish it clearly?"

When asked by Ding Daqiao, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly became speechless.

What Ding Daqiao said is reasonable, if the four directions are not marked, they should all be the top.

I just habitually regard the direction of Ding Daqiao's face as the upward direction.

"here."

Standing on the bloodstain pattern again, the magpie stood facing Ding Daqiao, pointed its claws at a very thin bloodstain, and said to Qin Xiaoyu and Ding Daqiao, "This one."

"How do you determine the direction?"

Seeing the magpie pointing to an inconspicuous bloodstain, Ding Daqiao and Qin Xiaoyu asked in confusion.

Is it based on the orientation when it is in the pattern?
"Love comes as it comes, there is no requirement."

"What about the second from the bottom in the north?"

"Start from your own position, find a pleasing direction and count to the second bloodstain."

"...This is too imprecise."

After listening to what the magpie bird said, Qin Xiaoyu felt that he was still too young.

As expected, the rules were made by the boss, after so many considerations, nothing compares to a few words from him.

"What if you just happened to be standing on the edge?"

Ding Daqiao has a different idea about the magpie bird's explanation. If it stands on the edge, isn't there nothing to count?
"That's okay, anyway, I just drew this pattern casually." Taking a few steps back, the magpie bird said standing on a bloodstain on the edge.

"Eight-step reward step is not a formation?"

Qin Xiaoyu and Ding Daqiao looked a little lonely when they thought of the splayed gait that the magpies had never stopped before.

Is the magpie bird shaking its wit or they take it for granted.

After thinking about it so much, it turned out to be just a useless decoration. This is a rhythm that even rules can be ignored.

"Since it's useless, what's the point of drawing it so hard?"

Thinking of the blood she bleed out, Qin Xiaoyu asked the magpie with some heartache, it's too bad.

"How can I show my awesomeness if I don't do this." Kicking his short legs, the magpie said proudly, "It's the first time to show the eight steps in front of you, and I must choose a cool one. method of expression."

"Then the second from the bottom?"

Listening to the magpie's plausible words, Ding Daqiao asked with a downcast, the atmosphere is not so good these days, even the little bird has learned to play tricks.

"I just want you to see if it's done. If it's too dry, it won't be easy to clean up in a while."

(End of this chapter)