There is no domineering side leak today [Entertainment]

Hai Tu is a monster born with bad birth.

Although he has opened his spiritual wisdom and listened to Taoism for so many years, there is basically nothing he can say.

The monk is a genius, but he is not a good teacher. In his eyes, Taoism is naturally purely superficial.

So when he was teaching Hai Tu, he naturally began to follow the scriptures.

As a result, Hai Tu couldn't even find his dantian.

At the beginning, the monk comforted himself with Haitu's lack of intelligence, but after a long time, his time limit was approaching, and he was worried about the ascension all day long, and he had no time to take care of Haitu.

The little monster who is delicious, lazy and persistent in not cultivating, would not even be able to succeed in transforming himself if he hadn't snatched up the gift from heaven when the monk ascended.

Hai Tu has always lacked sufficient understanding of himself. When he is in the sea, he can move as long as he can, and no one can come to that sea area with the existence of monks; most of the people he meets after arriving on the shore are good, and there is no chance for him to display the legend. The spell that "can move mountains and seas" in it.

This was his first experiment, and he got a very tragic result.

Hai Tu didn't give up, he tried several times, but not only made no progress, but tired himself out.

He squatted beside the tree like a dead dog, panting, touching the mastoid protruding from behind his ear, feeling very sad and indignant.

I can't accept my waste setting QAQ at all

If Haitu had any advantages, it was optimism. Within 3 minutes of being on the ground, he was alive and well again.

It doesn't matter if you don't have spells, it's not something he needs anyway, obviously he can go to the kitchen and steal the scissors out!

Why didn't he think of this just now?Hey, forget it, don't want to talk about such a heavy topic.

Haitu groped into the kitchen like a thief. The chef was stirring the vegetables, and the soup was boiling on another stove next to it, exuding a tempting smell.

He took a deep breath, swallowed the saliva secreted from his mouth, and carefully moved to the place where the kitchen utensils were placed.

The chef turned off the fire, put the dishes on the plate, and when he turned around, he saw Hai Tu who was acting furtively.

Before coming here, he knew the people who lived in the house from the photos, so he didn't make a fuss.He put down the pot and followed to see what the man was going to do.

Hai Tu Mao stretched out his hands to reach for the scissors hanging on it, and when he was about to get it, he had a sudden whim and turned to look at the chef's position.

No one was seen!

He was startled, but a hand suddenly stretched out from his head, took off the scissors and put them on the cooking table: "Here you are."

Hai Tu was so frightened that her shell hardened, and the nipples that were pushed in wanted to come out and sway wildly.

He firmly suppressed this impulse, stood up and turned around pretending to be calm: "Haha, I'm just here to get something, you're busy."

The chef nodded, forced a kind smile on his fierce face, and went back to prepare the next dish quickly.

Hai Tu was panicked by the chef's laughter just now, and she walked out softly after the person left, and then ran to her room and closed the door in one breath.

He leaned against the door, patted his chest and took a breath, and let the retracted nipples dance freely.

This wave of leeks did not run rampant for a long time, and soon, the cruel landlord let it leave the land where it grew, and the mastoid that fell off from the body immediately lost its movement and turned into a strange red stick.

When Hai Tu went downstairs with his things, the chef had just cooked the soup, and the strong aroma wafted out of his nostrils, and the milky white soup in the soup bowl made people salivate.

Hai Tu tried hard to keep her eyes from wandering over there, controlled her pace and walked to the side of the chef, and handed him the things in her hands: "This, can you cook it for me?"

"What is this?" The chef took it and smelled it: "Is it seafood?"

Hai Tu: "That's right."

The chef asked, "Just one? This is a bit small."

The one on the other side of Haitu hasn't grown well yet, so naturally there can't be a second one: "Just get a small bowl for Qi Qian to drink."

"Make soup, okay, I understand." The chef nodded, seeing that Hai Tu was still standing beside him: "Are you okay?"

Hai Tu showed a cute smile: "I'm fine."

When I was talking, my eyes moved to the soup bowl again, my god, it smells so good, I want to drink it!

Twenty minutes later, the water vapor in the steamer was boiling, and the chef was clearing the table. Haitu burped after drinking the last mouthful of soup.

He squatted in the corner: "It's delicious, and I want to have another bowl."

The chef is naturally happy when his craftsmanship is recognized, and he speaks more casually: "It's time to eat, go up and call the sir down."

"Okay." Hai Tu replied, put down the bowl, and walked out briskly.

Qi Qian in the room was working at his desk. Some time ago, his physical condition was too poor, which delayed many decisions that needed to be made through him. Some people outside thought that he only had a good job for two days, so they couldn't help but want to take advantage of it.

If it was before, he really didn't bother to take care of it, but now...Qi Qian felt the slightly hot chest and abdomen, and he really should teach those people some lessons.

Seeing that he was busy, Haitu didn't bother him. After he typed the last character and clicked send, he whispered to him, "Go eat."

Qi Qian turned around: "The new chef is very popular with you?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Hai Tu pretended not to understand, and frantically called Qi Qian, praising his piercing eyes.

Qi Qian closed his notebook, got up and walked out, Hai Tu followed behind, and heard him say: "The whole body smells of oily smoke."

Hai Tu raised his sleeves and smelled it, and said doubtfully, "No." Why didn't he smell it?

During the time he stopped, the man had already walked outside the door. He didn't know if it was Haitu's illusion. He felt that the man's speed was faster than in the morning!

Probably because he was dazzled, Hai Tu quickened his pace and walked out. Seeing the man preparing to go down the stairs, and seeing the man's still slow pace, Hai Tu felt relieved, it really was his own illusion.

After the two finished their meal, the chef brought out the last bowl of soup. Compared with Haitu's craftsmanship, the presentation made by professionals is much better.

The original cylindrical object is cut into thin slices with thin ends and a wide middle, which is slightly curved after cooking, and looks a lot like a lily.

Haitu watched him finish the soup, waited patiently for a while, and then stepped forward to hand over the pills.

Qi Qian took the pills, and the effect of Haitu's offer has not been finalized yet, so he can't stop taking the pills yet.

After taking the medicine, he put down the cup and said to Hai Tu: "Go and rest for a while, I may be a little busy in the afternoon, you can go anywhere you want."

"Okay." Hai Tu wasn't sleepy, but she nodded obediently, and was going back to her room to read a book.

Before going to bed last night, he saw the protagonist being pushed into the abyss, and he didn't know if he would die.

Qi Qian planned well, he was going to rest for two hours before getting up to work.

He also specially set the alarm clock for this purpose.

As a result, as soon as he fell asleep, he fell into a dream again.

The previous plot continued in the dream, the flames had completely engulfed him, Qi Qian felt the boundless heat coming, but he didn't feel the panic like before.

The flames licked against the skin, causing needle-like pain, and the pain gradually spread to the inside of the body, but Qi Qian felt rare relief in this unbearable pain.

The body seems to be washed from the inside to the outside, like a plant that has enjoyed the rain and dew in the early spring glows with a different kind of vitality. Qi Qian was about to savor this feeling carefully, but the dream came to an abrupt end.

As before, my throat hurts and I feel hot.

For the possible situation, Qi Qian was already prepared, so when he lifted the sheet and found that it was wet, he just got out of bed calmly to get a glass of water, and then called the servant to come up and change the sheet.

The hour hand of the bedside alarm clock has already moved towards five, this dream is much longer than Qi Qian imagined.

But after feeling his body, he felt willing to sleep for another five days.

Originally because of the illness, his limbs were always soft and unable to exert strength, but now he could feel every muscle in his body that was exerting force; the pain in his lungs that came from all the time was also relieved a lot; signs of wanting to cough.

Qi Qian lowered his head and smiled, everything is going in a good direction, and what he should be most grateful for is the little guy who has only lived in for a few days.

He buttoned the last button, thinking of what he had in return.

Hai Tu read novels for two hours in the afternoon, studied for another hour, and finally practiced calligraphy for an hour, and even answered a condolence call from his manager. His life was comfortable and fulfilling.

The last hour passed a little slowly. Hai Tu traced a copybook to check the time. Finally, when the pointer pointed to 05:30, he stood up abruptly, opened the door and was about to rush out.

The chef told him at noon that he would boil beef in water and sea cucumber with scallions in the evening, just hearing the name Haitu made his mouth water.

When he rushed to the stairs, he suddenly remembered, hurriedly stopped the car, turned around and ran back.

When he ran to the door, Qi Qian just opened it, Haitu didn't stop, and knocked into the man's arms.

The impact made Qi Qian take a step back, subconsciously raised his hand to support his shoulder: "Why are you in such a hurry."

Qi Qian's body is full of bones, and the feeling of bumping into him was not pleasant, Hai Tu patted his chest: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"It's okay, let's go down."

Hai Tu took a step back: "You know I'm coming out?"

Qi Qian smiled at him: "I heard you walking."

Hai Tu scratched his head and followed down, feeling that something was a little strange.

It was only when Hai Tu was sitting at the dining table that he realized that Qi Qian's walking posture had changed, and he didn't even hold on to the railing when he went downstairs!

Hai Tu opened his eyes wide and looked left and right. Seeing no one was looking this way, he moved the chair to the side of the man and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Qi Qian said to him, "Thanks to your medicine."

"Hey, that's okay."

Qi Qian inquired calmly: "Do you still have that kind of thing? I may have to take it for a while to completely cure it."

Hai Tu made sure of his chest: "Yes, don't worry, there are plenty of them."

Anyway, self-produced and sold, as much as you want!

Qi Qian secretly looked around at the person and said, "Then I will trouble you."

The servant brought out the last dish from the kitchen, which was the grilled sea cucumber with scallions that Haitu had been thinking about so much. His eyes moved with the plate, and he managed to spare some energy and smirked and said no trouble to Qi Qian.

Qi Qian glanced at him, lowered his head and suppressed the smile on his lips.

In the next few days, Haitu cut a batch of leeks and handed them to the chef every day, and Qi Qian's health also improved visibly with the naked eye.

Hai Tu felt a little strange when he woke up this morning, but like most of the time, this inexplicable feeling never matched the corresponding incident.

When he was about to cut off the mastoid for the chef at noon, he suddenly realized that the other mastoid that he cut off yesterday did not seem to grow back at all!

Hai Tu turned pale with fright, and the half-cut hand also stopped. The mastoid was half hanging by the ear, but it was automatically separated from the body without external force.

At that moment, Hai Tu had a vague feeling that this part of her would never grow back.

Since this part has no function other than attracting enemies, Hai Tu didn't feel anything special after losing it. He was pinching the last mastoid in his hand, but he was thinking about what to do with Qi Qian's illness?

After handing over the things to the chef, Hai Tu pursed his lips and walked upstairs into the study listlessly.

The study room was Qi Qian's office during this period. There were thousands of books in the room, including many rare manuscripts.

Qi Qian sat behind the desk and held a teleconference. The topic was to discuss the bidding of an international order. When he saw Hai Tu coming in, he smiled and signaled Hai Tu to wait for him for a while.

After confirming the final quotation and the candidate for the business trip, Qi Qian hung up the video connection and walked to the side of Hai Tu who was crying, "What's the matter, are you not satisfied with the lunch?"

Forgive Qi Qian for only thinking of this.

Hai Tu moved his mouth, not knowing what to say, he looked up at Qi Qian in front of him, then lowered his head and sighed.

Qi Qian was not in a hurry, and let him struggle slowly.

"That thing of mine is gone." In the end, Hai Tu whispered it out.

What he said was vague, but Qi Qian understood. He paused for a moment when he picked up the clothes, then picked them up and continued to put them on: "Why did you just say it today?"

Hai Tu lowered her head and clasped her fingers: "I just found out today."

"Oh, it's just that I didn't count it before. When I went to get it today, I realized that there was only the last one left." Afraid that Qi Qian would think too much, Hai Tu quickly patched it.

Qi Qian tidied up his clothes, walked to his side, couldn't help pinching his face.

Feels better than expected.

"Don't be discouraged, it's not your fault, my illness is almost cured."

He even felt healthier than before he was not sick.

Hai Tu doubted: "Really?"

"What did you lie to you for?" Qi Qian pulled him up: "If you don't believe me, go for an examination another day."