The invulnerability of fast wear
Chapter 11 11
Wu Xie, whose chest was covered with bandages, was standing in front of the cauldron to heat the rock sugar, and beside him was a basket of peeled jujubes. Although he was wearing a blindfold and was confined by chains, he could easily After dipping out crystal candied candied dates, he looked serious, treating this pot of rock sugar as cautiously as his most precious medicinal material.
After all, this is not a pot of ordinary rock sugar.
"The research and development progress of the antidote has reached 82%, and it is expected to be completed at 7:10 in another 29 days." The system dutifully broadcast.
"Why is it so fast suddenly? I remember it took more than a month to watch it last time." Wu Xie was stunned for a moment.
"A large number of blood samples collected on Chuqi can be supplied to research and development until the end of research and development, and cross-analysis and experiments are underway." The system was silent for a moment, "And, the system has a question."
"You said."
"Why did the host refuse to use general anesthesia at that time?" The tablet's electronic speaker sounded, "The system believes that the host does not need to feel guilty about the male protagonist, and all world content is composed of data. Even if the male protagonist's current experience makes the host feel sympathetic, But in the end, he is only an existence composed of data. After the host leaves, the male protagonist will become data and disappear in the world database, and his memory and emotions will be erased. The guilt of the host is irrelevant to the data set."
"I know," he said, "I just want to make myself feel better."
"So." The system asked, "Is the host feeling better?"
"No." The man's left hand dipped in the jujube paused, and the man's expression was calm, "Don't worry, I can distinguish the priorities, and I won't let my emotions affect the efficiency of my work - I want to go back, I always remember this."
The system stopped talking, and silently monitored the rock sugar surging in the pot with electronic eyes.
As early as when the system detected the current location, Wu Xie knew that he was imprisoned by Yan Song on the top of the highest mountain in Yulong Villa. Without the owner's password, idlers and others could not come in and out. Now that Yan Song's father has fallen, this place has become Yan Song Song's site.
Wu Xie knew that with Bai Ze's steady personality, he would definitely arrange people to observe Yan Song all day long. He only needed to help the other party narrow down the scope of the search.So on the seventh day of the lunar new year, he took advantage of his madness to leave a scratch mark with the word "mountain" on the back of Yan Song's neck, and Bai Ze found him as expected.
Bai Ze was about to take him away at that time, and was so angry that he wanted to kill Yan Song, but he stopped him—a joke, Yan Song, who has practiced to the third level of Zong Tiangang, has already been alone in the martial arts, so he escaped with Bai Ze at this time except to give away his head It is useless other than that, and he also plans to "fake death" at the martial arts conference, so he can only use the excuse of stealing lessons from Zong Tiangang to temporarily stabilize the opponent.
After confirming that Xie Zhiwei would go to the martial arts conference, the system suddenly called the police, saying that the male protagonist was going up the mountain. Wu Xie could only hurriedly tell Bai Ze his thoughts, and then use the convenience of GPS navigation to direct him down the back mountain path to prevent him from meeting Yan Song. The embarrassment of meeting each other on a narrow road.
Not long after Bai Ze left, Yan Song who ran up rushed into the house, sniffed around his territory like a dog, and finally smelled Wu Xie, showing suspicious eyes.
System: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the top of the hero's head is a little green."
As soon as the system finished speaking, Yan Song put away his overly revealing eyes, put his hands behind his back, and asked casually:
"Are there any guests?"
Of course it was impossible for Wu Xie to answer him, and Yan Song probably felt that his suspicion was suspicious, so he didn't ask any more questions until they were both lying in the coffin and ready to sleep, Yan Song suddenly opened his mouth and asked something inexplicable The problem:
"Axie, do you know what I like to eat?"
"...What does it have to do with me?"
Wu Xie, who is extremely prone to sleepiness during the recovery period, said so.
So the next morning, he woke up in the kitchen.
Yan Song claimed early in the morning that he would teach him how to make "Bingtang Candied Dates", and also said that he would live together in the future. He was afraid of poisoning the things made by others, so he wanted Wu Xie to make it for him.
At that time, Wu Xie sneered in a personable way and said:
"How many lives do you have to eat what I make?"
Yan Song replied gently:
"Ah Xie, why should you be so indifferent? I have a bite to eat, so how could I lose you. As for the rest, I will leave it to fate."
Wu Xie, who understood the subtext of "If you poison yourself, you will bear the consequences", shuddered secretly and did not speak again.
Yan Song, who wanted to "teach" him, began to boil sugar in a hot pot in a serious manner. This guy said it seriously, but he didn't put a drop of water in the operation. He poured rock sugar into the pot like money, and the sugar melted quickly when heated. The guy actually threw the candied dates into the pot and boiled them together with the sugar. In the end, the sugar was not only burnt in the pot, but also melted into the pot after cooling down. It is solidified inside and cannot be picked out—the final product is displayed by the special camera of the system, and the effect is very shocking.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, this sentence is probably tailor-made for people like Yan Song.
Yan Song was silent for a moment, threw the pot away, coughed twice, and said with a look of "everyone just pretend nothing happened":
"That's it, you do it."
Wu Xie: "???"
Which one is it, do you want candied dates in rock sugar or burnt dates in ice pot? ? ?
With the character of the original owner, it is natural that Yan Song will not just do what he says, especially cooking, which is too late to embarrass himself, let alone hands-on, so Wu Xie stood aside with a blank expression, and frantically asked the system what to do. There is interest to drive whether the original owner will cook for Yan Song, until he got a positive answer, he sneered and opened his mouth:
"What's the benefit of cooking for you?"
Yan Song paused for a moment, and put on a soft tone with a good temper:
"What benefits does Axie want?"
"Wulin General Assembly." Wu Xie said, "I'm going."
Yan Song didn't speak, and played with the blue jade wrench with his head down - if someone else was here, seeing this action would have already scared the two out of hand, every time the young owner wants to make trouble or kill Before, will do this kind of action.
However, in the thermal map, Wu Xie could only see the geometrical hands moving. After a few movements, he heard Yan Song say:
"Okay."
Then a large spoon with a wooden handle was stuffed into his hand, and the other party smiled and said:
"If Axie can make candied dates, I will agree to anything."
Yan Song probably felt that cooking is a difficult task, so he didn't ask Wu Xie to make it delicious, but only asked him to "put more rock sugar", then put down the extended chain and walked away leisurely .
Wu, an empty-nest youth, and Xie, who has been single for many years and has cultivated his culinary skills, said: Ha ha.
When Yan Song came back with the rice, he smelled a strong sweet fragrance when he entered the door.
He opened the hanging bamboo curtain, the man was standing in front of the Eight Immortals table, groping for arranging the dishes, the folds of the black shirt that was rolled up to his arms were like piles of ink, and there were still wet drops of water on his pale arms, he couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, I just feel that this person has been exposed to the smell of fireworks in the mortal world at some point, and the gentleness exuding from his whole body is more real than ever.
The emotions that he was not expecting at first could not help trembling slightly in such a rare scene, clinging crookedly to the cold apex of his heart, exhaling heat that made his heart beat faster, suffocating his breath.
The man followed his reputation and said words that only he could hear in his dreams:
"came back?"
The love and hatred in Yan Song's heart boiled because of this sentence, and he was not sure how to answer for a moment, and he floated past as if he was stepping on cotton. The brown sugar skin shone brightly under the candlelight, and it looked much better than the "demonstration" he made before he left.
"Your candied dates." The man stretched out the chopsticks in his hand, "Try it."
The movement of the young man to pick up the chopsticks suddenly stopped, and instead he held the other's slender fingers in his arms, and said in a low voice:
"Burned?"
Wu Xie was taken aback by his sudden concern. He remembered that because the temperature in the kitchen was too high, the spoon and the pot were both red in the thermal image. He accidentally touched the pot. He was indeed burned, but Unexpectedly, there are still marks left.
"Ah."
Perfunctory, he wanted to pull his hand back, but Yansong refused at all, he was wondering what the other party was going to do, when suddenly there was a burst of warmth and wetness from the burnt place, something soft and slippery was sweeping over it, Wu Xie Looking at the lowered head of the human body, hair was all over his body, and he slapped his hands desperately until someone bit his fingertips hard, and this indescribable behavior finally ended.
Holding his wet hands in silence, Wu Xie took out his handkerchief and began to clean it up, while Yan Song, who had had enough of his mouth, picked up a jujube with his chopsticks contentedly, and crushed the sugar skin wrapped in the shell with a click.
After the young man finished eating a jujube, the man leaned over slightly, as if he wanted to hear his thoughts on eating it.
"It's not sweet enough." The young man said.
"Syrup." The man who had already guessed the taste of the youth opened the thermos pot. Now it is not wine, but sticky crystal sugar paste, "Pour it yourself."
The young man smiled and took a sip from the spout of the pot, then stood up and covered the person who smelled of fireworks.
As the syrup circulated, the man obviously couldn't stand the taste of this level, and couldn't help turning his head back. The young man didn't back away, allowing the man to wreak havoc in his own territory.
The well-proportioned five fingers slid along the man's broad shoulders to his waist, leading him to turn around very forcefully, and he slammed the man down on the cold table.
Amidst the tinkling, the young man hooked the man's tight belt—the snow-coloured coat held the last line of defense. The man's hoarse question interrupted the young man's movements.
"I'm going to the martial arts conference, do you remember?"
The breath is sweet, hot, and intimate, but it feels like a basin of cold water has been poured on the brain, and it wakes up completely.
Yan Song looked at the man's lips that were shiny because of the sugar stains, narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a hoarse low smile before he recovered from his panting:
"I remember."
"Do you agree?"
"I promise." Yan Song bit his pale face affectionately, and suppressed the obvious madness in his laughter, "but you must stay by my side, and you are not allowed to leave - if you dare to run, I will interrupt you legs."
"I know." The man said calmly, "I won't run away."
"Don't forget that you have lost all your martial arts now." Yan Song said word by word, "Don't suffer from useless things."
This was Wu Xie's warning to him after he let him out of the basement. Now that Feng Shui has changed, it's his turn to say this.
"...I understand." Wu Xie replied.
A strong desire to conquer rose to his chest, and Yan Song took a heavy breath—he wanted to grab the other's hand and pull it into his arms, but the man grabbed it with all his might, and when his fingertips touched, he could vaguely feel a little trembling.
The movements of the two stagnated in a dangerous position, with different strengths, Yan Song didn't continue, and Wu Xie didn't move anymore, the air was so quiet that only the sound of anxious and suppressed breathing and the whine of the wind outside the window could be heard.
"I want you." The hot breath spread out in the ear, and the young man whispered in a hoarse voice, "I can't imagine it."
Wu Xie had nothing to say - this man still said he was disgusting when he was in the seventh day of junior high school.
"A Xie, you are so gentle." Wu Xie froze when he bumped into something he shouldn't have touched, and listened to the other party's hooliganism. "If you are more gentle, I can't help it."
His eyes turned cold, and the blindfold was pulled away. Wu Xie, who had no time to dodge, received two kisses on his eyelashes, and then his clothes were rearranged. Only the place where the syrup had dried was wet and sticky. very uncomfortable.
"Wash later." Yan Song's attitude was unusually peaceful and normal, "Let's eat first."
Wu Xie, who had already lost his sense of taste from the previous mouthful of syrup, barely ate two bowls of rice, and his attention gradually shifted from the food to the plan of the martial arts conference.
He paused slightly with the hand holding the chopsticks, and said in his mind:
"What if I really die when I block the knife?"
"Host, please rest assured. If the assassin's assassination action deviates, the system can take over the host's body in an emergency and help the host achieve difficult dodge actions, allowing the host to enjoy the fun of death."
Wu Xie: "...Oh, then I can rest assured."
Yan Song, who didn't know what the other party was thinking, saw that the man seemed to be in a daze, so he didn't bother him, but smiled slightly, bowed his head and ate his food in silence.
He also has a lot of things to calm down and think about.
For example, the arrangements at the martial arts conference, such as the internal forces' dealings, and another example - Wu Xie's life, death, going, and staying.
He must control everything and never lose anything.
The author has something to say:
qwq The description of intimacy has been deleted
After all, this is not a pot of ordinary rock sugar.
"The research and development progress of the antidote has reached 82%, and it is expected to be completed at 7:10 in another 29 days." The system dutifully broadcast.
"Why is it so fast suddenly? I remember it took more than a month to watch it last time." Wu Xie was stunned for a moment.
"A large number of blood samples collected on Chuqi can be supplied to research and development until the end of research and development, and cross-analysis and experiments are underway." The system was silent for a moment, "And, the system has a question."
"You said."
"Why did the host refuse to use general anesthesia at that time?" The tablet's electronic speaker sounded, "The system believes that the host does not need to feel guilty about the male protagonist, and all world content is composed of data. Even if the male protagonist's current experience makes the host feel sympathetic, But in the end, he is only an existence composed of data. After the host leaves, the male protagonist will become data and disappear in the world database, and his memory and emotions will be erased. The guilt of the host is irrelevant to the data set."
"I know," he said, "I just want to make myself feel better."
"So." The system asked, "Is the host feeling better?"
"No." The man's left hand dipped in the jujube paused, and the man's expression was calm, "Don't worry, I can distinguish the priorities, and I won't let my emotions affect the efficiency of my work - I want to go back, I always remember this."
The system stopped talking, and silently monitored the rock sugar surging in the pot with electronic eyes.
As early as when the system detected the current location, Wu Xie knew that he was imprisoned by Yan Song on the top of the highest mountain in Yulong Villa. Without the owner's password, idlers and others could not come in and out. Now that Yan Song's father has fallen, this place has become Yan Song Song's site.
Wu Xie knew that with Bai Ze's steady personality, he would definitely arrange people to observe Yan Song all day long. He only needed to help the other party narrow down the scope of the search.So on the seventh day of the lunar new year, he took advantage of his madness to leave a scratch mark with the word "mountain" on the back of Yan Song's neck, and Bai Ze found him as expected.
Bai Ze was about to take him away at that time, and was so angry that he wanted to kill Yan Song, but he stopped him—a joke, Yan Song, who has practiced to the third level of Zong Tiangang, has already been alone in the martial arts, so he escaped with Bai Ze at this time except to give away his head It is useless other than that, and he also plans to "fake death" at the martial arts conference, so he can only use the excuse of stealing lessons from Zong Tiangang to temporarily stabilize the opponent.
After confirming that Xie Zhiwei would go to the martial arts conference, the system suddenly called the police, saying that the male protagonist was going up the mountain. Wu Xie could only hurriedly tell Bai Ze his thoughts, and then use the convenience of GPS navigation to direct him down the back mountain path to prevent him from meeting Yan Song. The embarrassment of meeting each other on a narrow road.
Not long after Bai Ze left, Yan Song who ran up rushed into the house, sniffed around his territory like a dog, and finally smelled Wu Xie, showing suspicious eyes.
System: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the top of the hero's head is a little green."
As soon as the system finished speaking, Yan Song put away his overly revealing eyes, put his hands behind his back, and asked casually:
"Are there any guests?"
Of course it was impossible for Wu Xie to answer him, and Yan Song probably felt that his suspicion was suspicious, so he didn't ask any more questions until they were both lying in the coffin and ready to sleep, Yan Song suddenly opened his mouth and asked something inexplicable The problem:
"Axie, do you know what I like to eat?"
"...What does it have to do with me?"
Wu Xie, who is extremely prone to sleepiness during the recovery period, said so.
So the next morning, he woke up in the kitchen.
Yan Song claimed early in the morning that he would teach him how to make "Bingtang Candied Dates", and also said that he would live together in the future. He was afraid of poisoning the things made by others, so he wanted Wu Xie to make it for him.
At that time, Wu Xie sneered in a personable way and said:
"How many lives do you have to eat what I make?"
Yan Song replied gently:
"Ah Xie, why should you be so indifferent? I have a bite to eat, so how could I lose you. As for the rest, I will leave it to fate."
Wu Xie, who understood the subtext of "If you poison yourself, you will bear the consequences", shuddered secretly and did not speak again.
Yan Song, who wanted to "teach" him, began to boil sugar in a hot pot in a serious manner. This guy said it seriously, but he didn't put a drop of water in the operation. He poured rock sugar into the pot like money, and the sugar melted quickly when heated. The guy actually threw the candied dates into the pot and boiled them together with the sugar. In the end, the sugar was not only burnt in the pot, but also melted into the pot after cooling down. It is solidified inside and cannot be picked out—the final product is displayed by the special camera of the system, and the effect is very shocking.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, this sentence is probably tailor-made for people like Yan Song.
Yan Song was silent for a moment, threw the pot away, coughed twice, and said with a look of "everyone just pretend nothing happened":
"That's it, you do it."
Wu Xie: "???"
Which one is it, do you want candied dates in rock sugar or burnt dates in ice pot? ? ?
With the character of the original owner, it is natural that Yan Song will not just do what he says, especially cooking, which is too late to embarrass himself, let alone hands-on, so Wu Xie stood aside with a blank expression, and frantically asked the system what to do. There is interest to drive whether the original owner will cook for Yan Song, until he got a positive answer, he sneered and opened his mouth:
"What's the benefit of cooking for you?"
Yan Song paused for a moment, and put on a soft tone with a good temper:
"What benefits does Axie want?"
"Wulin General Assembly." Wu Xie said, "I'm going."
Yan Song didn't speak, and played with the blue jade wrench with his head down - if someone else was here, seeing this action would have already scared the two out of hand, every time the young owner wants to make trouble or kill Before, will do this kind of action.
However, in the thermal map, Wu Xie could only see the geometrical hands moving. After a few movements, he heard Yan Song say:
"Okay."
Then a large spoon with a wooden handle was stuffed into his hand, and the other party smiled and said:
"If Axie can make candied dates, I will agree to anything."
Yan Song probably felt that cooking is a difficult task, so he didn't ask Wu Xie to make it delicious, but only asked him to "put more rock sugar", then put down the extended chain and walked away leisurely .
Wu, an empty-nest youth, and Xie, who has been single for many years and has cultivated his culinary skills, said: Ha ha.
When Yan Song came back with the rice, he smelled a strong sweet fragrance when he entered the door.
He opened the hanging bamboo curtain, the man was standing in front of the Eight Immortals table, groping for arranging the dishes, the folds of the black shirt that was rolled up to his arms were like piles of ink, and there were still wet drops of water on his pale arms, he couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, I just feel that this person has been exposed to the smell of fireworks in the mortal world at some point, and the gentleness exuding from his whole body is more real than ever.
The emotions that he was not expecting at first could not help trembling slightly in such a rare scene, clinging crookedly to the cold apex of his heart, exhaling heat that made his heart beat faster, suffocating his breath.
The man followed his reputation and said words that only he could hear in his dreams:
"came back?"
The love and hatred in Yan Song's heart boiled because of this sentence, and he was not sure how to answer for a moment, and he floated past as if he was stepping on cotton. The brown sugar skin shone brightly under the candlelight, and it looked much better than the "demonstration" he made before he left.
"Your candied dates." The man stretched out the chopsticks in his hand, "Try it."
The movement of the young man to pick up the chopsticks suddenly stopped, and instead he held the other's slender fingers in his arms, and said in a low voice:
"Burned?"
Wu Xie was taken aback by his sudden concern. He remembered that because the temperature in the kitchen was too high, the spoon and the pot were both red in the thermal image. He accidentally touched the pot. He was indeed burned, but Unexpectedly, there are still marks left.
"Ah."
Perfunctory, he wanted to pull his hand back, but Yansong refused at all, he was wondering what the other party was going to do, when suddenly there was a burst of warmth and wetness from the burnt place, something soft and slippery was sweeping over it, Wu Xie Looking at the lowered head of the human body, hair was all over his body, and he slapped his hands desperately until someone bit his fingertips hard, and this indescribable behavior finally ended.
Holding his wet hands in silence, Wu Xie took out his handkerchief and began to clean it up, while Yan Song, who had had enough of his mouth, picked up a jujube with his chopsticks contentedly, and crushed the sugar skin wrapped in the shell with a click.
After the young man finished eating a jujube, the man leaned over slightly, as if he wanted to hear his thoughts on eating it.
"It's not sweet enough." The young man said.
"Syrup." The man who had already guessed the taste of the youth opened the thermos pot. Now it is not wine, but sticky crystal sugar paste, "Pour it yourself."
The young man smiled and took a sip from the spout of the pot, then stood up and covered the person who smelled of fireworks.
As the syrup circulated, the man obviously couldn't stand the taste of this level, and couldn't help turning his head back. The young man didn't back away, allowing the man to wreak havoc in his own territory.
The well-proportioned five fingers slid along the man's broad shoulders to his waist, leading him to turn around very forcefully, and he slammed the man down on the cold table.
Amidst the tinkling, the young man hooked the man's tight belt—the snow-coloured coat held the last line of defense. The man's hoarse question interrupted the young man's movements.
"I'm going to the martial arts conference, do you remember?"
The breath is sweet, hot, and intimate, but it feels like a basin of cold water has been poured on the brain, and it wakes up completely.
Yan Song looked at the man's lips that were shiny because of the sugar stains, narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a hoarse low smile before he recovered from his panting:
"I remember."
"Do you agree?"
"I promise." Yan Song bit his pale face affectionately, and suppressed the obvious madness in his laughter, "but you must stay by my side, and you are not allowed to leave - if you dare to run, I will interrupt you legs."
"I know." The man said calmly, "I won't run away."
"Don't forget that you have lost all your martial arts now." Yan Song said word by word, "Don't suffer from useless things."
This was Wu Xie's warning to him after he let him out of the basement. Now that Feng Shui has changed, it's his turn to say this.
"...I understand." Wu Xie replied.
A strong desire to conquer rose to his chest, and Yan Song took a heavy breath—he wanted to grab the other's hand and pull it into his arms, but the man grabbed it with all his might, and when his fingertips touched, he could vaguely feel a little trembling.
The movements of the two stagnated in a dangerous position, with different strengths, Yan Song didn't continue, and Wu Xie didn't move anymore, the air was so quiet that only the sound of anxious and suppressed breathing and the whine of the wind outside the window could be heard.
"I want you." The hot breath spread out in the ear, and the young man whispered in a hoarse voice, "I can't imagine it."
Wu Xie had nothing to say - this man still said he was disgusting when he was in the seventh day of junior high school.
"A Xie, you are so gentle." Wu Xie froze when he bumped into something he shouldn't have touched, and listened to the other party's hooliganism. "If you are more gentle, I can't help it."
His eyes turned cold, and the blindfold was pulled away. Wu Xie, who had no time to dodge, received two kisses on his eyelashes, and then his clothes were rearranged. Only the place where the syrup had dried was wet and sticky. very uncomfortable.
"Wash later." Yan Song's attitude was unusually peaceful and normal, "Let's eat first."
Wu Xie, who had already lost his sense of taste from the previous mouthful of syrup, barely ate two bowls of rice, and his attention gradually shifted from the food to the plan of the martial arts conference.
He paused slightly with the hand holding the chopsticks, and said in his mind:
"What if I really die when I block the knife?"
"Host, please rest assured. If the assassin's assassination action deviates, the system can take over the host's body in an emergency and help the host achieve difficult dodge actions, allowing the host to enjoy the fun of death."
Wu Xie: "...Oh, then I can rest assured."
Yan Song, who didn't know what the other party was thinking, saw that the man seemed to be in a daze, so he didn't bother him, but smiled slightly, bowed his head and ate his food in silence.
He also has a lot of things to calm down and think about.
For example, the arrangements at the martial arts conference, such as the internal forces' dealings, and another example - Wu Xie's life, death, going, and staying.
He must control everything and never lose anything.
The author has something to say:
qwq The description of intimacy has been deleted
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