I heard that I am cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

After the meal, Mr. Yu specially packed a bowl of pork ribs stewed radish soup, put it in the food box, and took the talisman papers painted by Qin Shu, and after a few words of explanation, he went out.

"Senior brother, Mr. Qiu doesn't think we boiled Dabai?" Qin Shu looked at the rare and strange smile on the master's face, and always felt that this matter was not easy.

"No." Xia Ke glanced at the big white radish who was still working hard, and explained, "It's Elder Qiu's spiritual pet. If it is killed, Elder Qiu will feel it."

Qin Shu nodded in understanding, and his eyes fell on his little orange cat. The kitten was gnawing ribs, which he cooked for it alone, and there were already six gnawed bare bones on the osseous plate beside it.

"Xiaoju's appetite seems to have grown." The boy muttered to himself.

Xia Ke turned his head and saw that the little orange cat's belly was already round, but it was still eating, with no intention of stopping at all. Qin Shu stretched out his hand to remove the ribs because he was worried that it would be overstuffed, and it continued to eat persistently. He rushed over and kept meowing.

"How old is this cat?" Xia Ke recalled, when he saw it half a month ago, it seemed to be such a small lump, as if it had never changed.

"When I picked up Xiaoju, it was probably two months old. Now, it's four and a half months old, right?" Qin Shu calculated carefully and was stunned, because he found... Xiaoju really never grew up. Pass!

It is obviously so edible, and cats with this coat color seem to grow fast and get fat easily.

"Probably when he grows up, he eats more." Xia Ke has never kept this kind of small animal, and he can't tell how big the cat should be at four and a half months old. After all, he feels that it seems a little too small.

Hearing what he said, Qin Shu returned the remaining ribs to the little orange cat, and while gently stroking its head, he whispered: "Little orange, eat more and grow up quickly."

At the same time, the Admissions Office.

Mr. Qiu looked at the bowl of pork ribs and radish soup in front of him. The meat was rich in flavor and stewed just right. It looked delicious at first glance. He just reached out to pick up chopsticks, but Mr. Yu stuffed it with a stack of "waste paper".

"Don't rush to eat, just look at these."

"A pile of waste paper, what's there to see?" Old Qiu didn't need to look carefully, he just glanced at it, and found that although the talisman papers looked good, they didn't have any effect.

"Look again." Mr. Yu blocked his chopsticks with a firm attitude, "Do business first, and it's not too late to eat later."

"It will be cold later." Mr. Qiu found an excuse casually, and exchanged for a heat preservation talisman from the other party. In desperation, he had no choice but to take the stack of talisman papers, flip through them one by one, and finally came to the conclusion that, It’s still the same as just now, but this time the words are more tactful, “Is this your little apprentice’s painting? I copied Chu Xun’s talisman, and every stroke is very careful. In the eyes of laymen, it’s enough to confuse the fake with the real... "

After all, it's still a pile of waste paper.

"When Rong Xiaopang came to you for help, he used the speed-up talisman given by Xiaoshu to get away." Mr. Yu saw that he still insisted on the conclusion just now, so he came up one by one, "Xiaoshu was killed by those fruit and vegetable spirits. During the siege, he fled to the tree and used an enchantment talisman he drew himself before Xia Ke went to rescue him."

He spoke at an unhurried pace. As he spoke, he observed the other person's expression. Seeing the same expression on his face as before, he snorted softly, "You said this is a pile of waste paper?"

Qiu Lao was silent for a long time before he regained his voice: "...you didn't lie to me?"

"What are you doing lying to you? Look at the water mirror yourself." Mr. Yu did not doubt what Xia Ke and Qin Shu said, but this matter was indeed very strange. He came here specially, and naturally he did not come to give soup out of good intentions. .

There are some things that he has to confirm with his own eyes before he can feel at ease.

Qiu Lao hesitated for a while, but took out the water light mirror.

The two of them leaned in front of the mirror, and from the beginning to the end, they both showed incredible expressions.

"Old man Qiu, what do you think is the possibility that this 'waste paper' will suddenly turn waste into treasure after being carried by Xiao Shu for two hours?"

"Hard to say."

Elder Qiu replied quite conservatively, feeling more and more that his previous guess was correct: Qin Shu might be a magical species from another world.

Mr. Yu obviously thought of this possibility, and asked, "Which shelf is the "Strange Chronicle" you mentioned earlier?"

The next day, Qin Shu woke up at dawn. After washing up, he made breakfast, which had become his habit. He cooked porridge, steamed buns, and brought two dishes of cold dishes to the table. He began to prepare minced meat for the little orange cat.

"Hello!" A nasty voice came from the window.

Qin Shu turned his head to look, and found that it was a big white radish, lying on the window sill, looking at him: "Aren't you Xia Ke's junior? Why do you do chores like a child every day?"

"Huh?" Qin Shu didn't realize it, what's wrong with doing chores?Is it embarrassing?I think back then when he was penniless, during the two months when he rushed all the way from Yuebanzong to Fankong Town, he did odd jobs to save money for food, clothing, and clothing.

"Are you stupid?" Big Bailuo put on a very disgusted tone, with a taste of provocation, "Don't you feel aggrieved by getting up so early to cook for them?"

"I'm not wronged." Qin Shu replied without hesitation. Some people like to eat the food he made, but it's too late for him to be happy. Why should he be wronged?What's more, he cooked breakfast for his brothers and master, and he was not an outsider.

The big white radish hesitated, and said in an orderly tone: "Then you make me something to eat too."

"No." Qin Shu resolutely refused.

Big white gas exploded: "Why!?"

Looking at the green leaves on top of its head that stood up instantly because of dissatisfaction, Qin Shu grinned: "Because you are an outsider, you still bully me and Xiaoju."

After the big white radish was suspiciously silent for a while, he sobbed softly: "I'm still a child, I haven't eaten for two days, I'm so hungry..."

play self pity?Qin Shu opened his mouth in surprise, this radish essence is indeed a refined species, much smarter than ordinary radishes, but——

"Master said that you have been mature for 30 years, and I am. You are 12 years older than me. Do you...have the nerve to act like a spoiled child to me?" The young man said seriously, and at the end, he shook his head and sighed, "And begging for help is not the same attitude."

Dabai was dumbfounded: "..." I thought it was a soft persimmon that could be handled at will, but it turned out to be unexpectedly tricky.

When Xia Ke came back from a trip, what he saw was the dumbfounding scene in front of him. He was used to seeing Qin Shu's well-behaved, sensible and talkative appearance, and worried that he would be too soft-tempered and would be bullied. You can rest assured.

"Brother! Are you back?"

Facing Xia Ke, Qin Shu's attitude was naturally much more enthusiastic, and he took the initiative to send the porridge, buns, and side dishes without the other party asking.

"Yeah." Like a magic trick, Xia Ke took out a basket of red cherry fruit from the storage bag and handed it to the young man, "I just went to pick it."

"Brother, you just now..." Qin Shu's eyes fell on his waist. A brocade belt of the same color was tied around the waist of the black silk robe, and a very simple sachet was tied on the belt. The basket red cherry fruit popped out of the sachet.

Seeing that he was curious about his storage bag, Xia Ke explained: "This is a magic weapon for storing small things, do you like it?"

"Yeah!" Qin Shu nodded honestly, this magic weapon is really convenient, it can pack a lot of dried fish and snacks for Xiaoju!just don't know...

"I'll refine one for you later on."

"Brother, is refining difficult? I want to learn!"

The two spoke at the same time.

The young man looked at him with bright eyes, Xia Ke hesitated for a while, and said: "It's not difficult, it depends on talent."

A high talent is a lucrative business, especially a high-grade fairy weapon, which is priceless.These are Mr. Yu's original words. Back then, Xia Ke passed the test of the Mountain Guarding Formation from the mainland, entered the Fankong Academy, and was lucky enough to join Mr. Yu's school. There were not many silver flowers around him. And nothing.

But Mr. Yu didn't say that in the art of craftsman, nine out of ten are losing money, and those with low talent or bad luck may lose everything if they invest all their belongings.

Xia Ke was obviously one of the lucky ones left.

"Brother, can you teach me how to refine weapons?" Qin Shu asked happily. Before he got the spirit storage ball, he had never thought about which direction he would practice in the future.

Last night, with the help of his senior brother, he tried for the first time to borrow the power of the spirit storage ball, and drew a powerful attack talisman. After splitting the barrier that the opponent set up casually, he began to feel a real sense of security .

"Okay." Xia Ke nodded, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. If he learns how to refine weapons, he will go back to Tianzhaomen with him in the future, right?

"Thank you, brother! Brother is so kind! I will definitely study hard and never embarrass you!" The boy's eyebrows were curved, his smile was bright, and then——

"Ah, senior brother, I have to go. I have an appointment with Xiaoxiao. I will go to class together today. It will be too late. See you later!"

Looking at the back of the young man who quickly disappeared from sight, Xia Ke silently withdrew his gaze, a trace of regret flashed in his heart, as if he was expecting something, and then...in vain.

what is it then?

He sat down thoughtfully, took a sip of the porridge with a spoon, and suddenly realized: It turned out that... a hug was missing.