Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

If he didn't understand Fang Hua's temperament, he probably thought it was a gesture of begging for a breakup.

Fang Rong kicked him, "Do you understand romance? There is no one who gives me a kitchen knife on my birthday. Even if you help me cut it for a while, I will be happy."

"Then let me cut it for you for a while." It is impossible to make Fang Hua romantic, and Fang Rong is not necessarily rare for him to cherish things.

He likes sweet ones, honey cakes and the like, what if I get a honeycomb for him?Isn't that a waste of effort?He can make honey whenever he wants, because he is afraid that he can't find the honeycomb.

However, there are many beehives in the forest. Because there are many flowers and plants, there is basically one every other way, so it is easy to find.

"Forget it." This is delicate work, and most people can't do it.

"Yes, I'll use my strength, and Fang Rong will control the direction." Fang Hua hugged him from behind, covering his hands with his fingers, trying to do what he said, he exerted force, and Fang Rong controlled the direction.

hiss~

Fang Rong gasped, his left hand holding the medicinal material hurt, and he had already let out a sigh of relief.

(▼皮▼#), "Look, this is the end of your nonsense."

Can this be played?

It was miserable as soon as he played, Fang Rong stuffed his hand into his mouth, covered the bleeding place, and told Fang Hua not to cut it, in case he cut his hand too.

"Idiot, treat me quickly." When he took out his hand, his fingertips were already bloodless, but it oozes out again after a while.

Fang Hua held his wrist, blew lightly, and a cool breath came out. The hand healed quickly, but the nerves in the body healed. I still remember the pain, it wasn't particularly painful, just a twitch A twitch reminds you that I am in pain, a pain that cannot be ignored.

"Forget it, I won't cut it today." He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Because of the rush, the crowds, and the difficulty of cutting this thing, Fang Rong has been cutting it for almost a day, and his whole arm is sore.

He also thought about using supernatural powers to cut it open, but after a while he was sweating profusely, more tired than himself.

After all, you have to work hard to use supernatural powers. It’s okay to say once or twice, but if you use too much, you will be exhausted.

Fang Rong put down the kitchen knife, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep. The kitchen knife was placed beside his table.

Although there are all kinds of dislikes in his mouth, but think about Fang Hua's gift and accept it reluctantly, it's better than nothing.

As soon as he lay down, a black shadow suddenly appeared on his head. Fang Hua sat on the edge of the bed, massaged his arm, with sophisticated techniques, as if he had done it countless times.

Hold his wrist and press it up, probably because he is often with him. He is basically there when Bazaar teaches, and he can learn a trick or two.

Fang Rong snorted in enjoyment, and Fang Hua became more energetic, pressing from his arms to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his back, and finally directly into his buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong stopped him.

"Give you a massage."

"I don't read much, don't lie to me, you need to put your hand in for massage?" (‵□′), "Yeah." Fang Hua nodded, "I know you don't read much and your IQ is not enough, but you can put some soy milk to pretend. "

(▼皮▼#), is this a joke?right?

Do you want to die if you are so serious about joking?