What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

The little white flower was trembling on the top of the head. I don't know if the master was too nervous or because of some other reason, followed by the body shaking slightly from side to side.

Qin Han was taken aback for a moment, wondering why he bloomed, it was obviously a grass, and he had never seen his prototype push a bud before.

After thinking about it again, I suddenly understood that after all, marrow washing grass is also a plant, and the mating/mating in his mouth is probably really like rubbing fafa.

How come it seems that his thinking is not quite right?Qin Han resisted the urge to help his forehead.

"Hey, come down first, I'm not a grass, why cough cough—"

As he spoke, he wanted to laugh again, but he was afraid that the marrow-washing grass would become angry with embarrassment. Qin Han tried his best to tighten his abdominal and chest muscles, trying not to let the laughter come out of his abdominal cavity.

The marrow-washing grass also reacted, and the small white flowers hung down, exactly the same as the owner's mood.

"That's right, you are not a grass."

He thought a little sadly, why never thought about reproductive isolation?

However, Qin Han must be more sad than him, Ximao suppressed his disappointment and went to comfort the general.

"It's okay, it's okay, even if you can't, I still like you!"

Originally, Qin Han was holding back his laughter until he burst into tears, when suddenly he heard the words "You can't do it" from the marrow-washing grass.

Qin Han: The smile is gradually disappearing.JPG

The marrow-washing grass looked at his slightly moist eye sockets, feeling a little anxious.

God, Qin Han must be very sad when he has never seen a general cry.

"It's okay, really, although you don't uh-"

Qin Han covered his mouth and pressed him against his chest, and said forcefully, "Sleep!"

The head of the marrow-washing grass was resting on his chest, his chest muscles were stiff, he nudged lightly, and Bai Fafa retracted with a whoosh.

Well, probably there is no chance to reach out.

He thought with some melancholy.

Qin Han turned off the lights.

The marrow-washing herb clung to his body, looking like he couldn't sleep.

"What's the matter?" Qin Han grabbed his troubled hands and stuffed them under the quilt.

"You like me!" The marrow-washing grass buried in his chest and kept laughing, like a little fool.

"Yes, I like you." In the darkness, the general's expression was so gentle that it could hold the entire quiet night.

"I like you."

It has reached the point of deep love.

"...I like you too, Qin Han."

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The star beast tide won a big victory, and the rest is the distribution problem.

Several generals cast phantoms in the conference room for a meeting.

Qin Liu is not here, so it is useless to ask him for assignments, he just cares about the contract.

It was almost noon when he opened his eyes, and Qin Han had left long ago. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, checked his optical brain after washing, and found out that the general had left him a message.

"I left breakfast for you in the kitchenette." This is the first post, sent after seven o'clock.

"Are you awake? Go eat by yourself at noon and go to the small cafeteria. I'll have someone get it ready." The second post was just posted.

Probably really love on the brain, just a few words, holding the marrow-washing grass and watching it for a long time.

Then I sent a message back to the general, and went to the small cafeteria feeling my flat stomach.

"Mr. Xiao Qin is here? The general left breakfast for you, but it's time for lunch now." The chef in the small kitchen was still cheerful.

"It's late." Qin Liu rubbed his head sheepishly.

"Young man, besides, the general has been there for so many years." The chef deepened his smile, "Mr. Xiao Qin also needs to be more considerate of the general."

"...Okay." I don't know what he is talking about, so it's over.

Seeing the chef leave with a look of relief, Qin Liu always felt that he seemed to have something in his words, which was weird.

Because he ate alone, Qin Han didn't ask people to prepare much, and he liked two dishes and one soup.

The chef served quickly, but he had to add more dishes because a guest came.

When Huan Lu sat down next to him, Qin Liu was still a little strange, this was the second time he met him at dinner.

"Don't you need a meeting?" He remembered that Qin Han said yesterday that several major legions would hold a meeting.

"My father is talking to them." Huan Lu thanked the chef who added the dishes to him.

The chef smiled and said no need, turned around and hid in the small corner of the back kitchen to send a message to the general.

"...Do you need me?" Huan Lu didn't speak when he came, Qin Liu was a little surprised.

After not seeing him for several months, Huan Lu's whole person has become a little different, his eyebrows and eyes are sharper, but he seems to be more silent.

"Eat first." Huan Lu took out a small basket from the space button.

The small basket with a particularly rustic style is extremely inconsistent with his overall image, and a small square scarf is covered on it, as if he is going to have a picnic.

The painting style instantly became weird.

Huan Lu uncovered the small square scarf, which contained several juicy and juicy fruits. They were so small that one hand could hold three or four of them. They were red and round.

Qin Liu looked at Huan Lu, pointed at himself, saw him nodding, reached out and took one, the fruit was still dripping with water, and had a faint unique fragrance.

Does this scent seem familiar?

Qin Liu stuffed the next one in one bite, opened his eyes slightly after taking the first bite, and then narrowed his eyes happily.

The sweet and sour juice flowed down the throat and into the stomach, and I couldn't stop eating.

Huan Lu watched him eat half of the basket in an instant, stretched out his hand to hold him down and said, "Eat the rest after the meal."

"Okay, thank you Brother Huan." Only then did Qin Liu come to his senses, and he was too busy eating without thanking anyone.

"No need." Huan Lu's hand paused.

"Speaking of which..." Qin Liu took a mouthful of rice, swallowed it and asked, "Does Brother Huan know me?"

He cut straight to the point.

He had seen a similar kind of fruit in Xianjun's small garden, called vermilion fruit, both in aroma and taste, they were almost exactly the same, except that the vermilion fruit was crisper.

The glass beads last time, the fruit this time.

He knows things that even Qin Han, who has no memory, knows.

"Eat first." Huan Lu always said that, and was so angry that he buried his head in eating the marrow-washing grass, not wanting to look at him, so he naturally missed the rare smile in his eyes.

It was the chef who came up to add the dishes to see it. Although Huan Lu quickly returned to his expressionless face, the chef was staring at the pot behind, a little worried.

The general seems to be very busy, and he can't keep sending messages to the general, but there is a wolf with a big tail staring at the little white rabbit, which really worries the cook.

"Little White Rabbit" finished picking up the meal angrily, and saw Huan Lu put down his chopsticks at the same time as him.

He froze for a moment, but it was just right.

"I'm done eating, you seem to have finished eating too?"

The implication is don't push too much, just say it!

The marrow-washing grass, who thought it was super fierce, stared at her round eyes, but the other party was a ball of cotton.

"Cotton" put the small basket on the table again, and the super fierce washing marrow... couldn't control his hands at all.

"Did you see that night?"

The marrow-washing grass, who was eating happily, was startled when he heard him speak suddenly.

"You can actually..." See divine consciousness?

This really surprised Cao, he obviously didn't have any spiritual power, not to mention that he had never seen a monk who could see the divine sense with the naked eye—not even the immortal king.

"So you were really talking to me that night?"

"How did you see it? Can others see it too?" The marrow-washing grass looked skeptical, and asked questions one after another, "What kind of me do you see, can you see it all the time?"

"Others can't." Huan Lu met his gaze, "I can, I can see everything."

His eyes slowly lost their luster, scattered light, and gradually became hollow, and the bottomless pupil seemed to hold the entire world.

As if being strangled by someone's throat, the marrow-washing grass paused for a moment, then jumped up high like fried hair, and hid behind another table.

Although it was only for a moment, maybe not even a second, he did notice the energy fluctuations emanating from Huan Lu's body, which made his hair stand on end.

"You are—" Washing Essence was a little confused.

"Scared?" Huan Lu seemed to have returned to normal, and pushed the small basket towards him, trying to catch the marrow-washing grass.

Qin Liu hesitated for a moment, unable to describe his mood, like a bear boy who was curious and a little scared when facing a stern old father he hadn't seen for a long time.

Huan Lu kept his composure, patiently waiting for the pith-washing weed to tentatively stretch out its leaves, and only after he was sure it was safe did he dare to tiptoe over the whole plant on tiptoe.

Qin Liu sat back to his original position, moved the chair towards Huan Road, and was hugged just as he was about to speak.

"cough--"

At the entrance of the small cafeteria, Qin Han couldn't restrain his black face.

"Qin Han? Are you finished?" Before Qin Liu could react, Huan Lu let him go.

"General Qin." Huan Lu stood up straight, "Father is looking for me, so I'll go first."

The two men passed by, as if two powerful air masses that were difficult to fuse collided with each other, no one looked at the other, did not speak, and sparks shot out.

"...Qin Han?" Seeing him standing still, Ximao called him strangely, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Didn't eat." The general sat down, squeezed the corner of the table twice, and still couldn't help asking him, "Is this brought by Huan Lu?"

He pointed to the small basket, saw Qin Liu nodding, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth, "...do you like it?"

"Well, it's quite sweet." The marrow-washing grass glanced at the table, and the dishes were almost eaten, "I'll ask the kitchen to add more dishes for you."

The general opened his mouth, and originally wanted to tell him no need, he just said it in his head, but when he saw the half basket of fruit from the corner of his eye, he changed his mind again.

"Go." The general gently added a bunch of dish names.

"...Are you eating alone?" The marrow-washing grass looked at him suspiciously.

Qin Han: "Yes, can you remember?"

"Of course." He just wondered why the general, who always eats casually, suddenly ordered so much food today.

He went to the back and reported the names of the dishes to the chef, and opened his mouth to report six or seven. The chef was also a little curious, and memorized it twice with his optical brain.

"Mr. Xiao Qin, Mr. Xiao Qin!"

"What's wrong?" Qin Liu was called back by him, wondering.

"The back kitchen is a little short of manpower. I'm afraid the general will be in a hurry. Otherwise, Mr. Xiao Qin will leave me to help?" The chef's chubby face had a smile on his face, and his eyes narrowed.

"...Not enough people?" Qin Liu looked through the small window, and it was almost full of people.

"I think the general would be more happy to have you cook it yourself." Seeing that the excuse was exposed, the chef changed his expression without changing his expression.

It is always said on the Internet that things made by hand will be extraordinarily different, Qin Liu is a little moved, that is——

"I won't, I haven't done it." He was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, there's a side dish I can cook right away, Mr. Xiao Qin, wait for me for a while, and you can serve it yourself." Seeing that there is hope for someone to stay, the chef hurriedly said.

"Okay, then I'll take it over."

Five minutes later, Qin Liu came over with a plate of green and steaming vegetables.

I saw Qin Han sitting upright, and the empty basket in his hand.

Qin Liu: "???"

The author has something to say: Qin Xiaoliu: Where are my fruits?What about the red and sweet fruit? !

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Friendly reminder: It has something to do with Qin Han, but it does not merge without slicing.