Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

"Don't beat him up all the time." The old man felt a little distressed, he really regarded Fang Hua as his grandson, "He was already a little dull, and it would be even more stupid to beat him up."

Fang Rong rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed, he was used to playing, and couldn't help but start playing when he saw Fang Hua acting stupid.

It's addicting to play.

"Does it hurt?" The old man touched the bag on Fang Hua's head, "It's all red."

Fang Hua smiled silly, "It doesn't hurt."

The more he was like this, the more distressed the old man was, he turned around and went upstairs to get the medicine.

In fact, it's not that serious. Fang Rong leaned over to take a look, and he turned red a little bit. There was nothing wrong with it. He didn't know why the old man's eyes were so fierce, and he could tell it at a glance.

Fang Rong kicked Fang Hua, "Hurry up and comfort the old man."

"Oh." Fang Hua ran up in a daze.

He is really slow to beat at times.

Fang Rong picked up the cold noodles and stirred them. He hadn't made them for a long time, and they were a little out of standard, but they were much more delicious than others.

When he was in the slums, Fang Hua took him to eat, drink and have fun without daring to do anything. He went to many restaurants and hotels, but none of them was as good as him.

Only then did he know why the boss's business is so good. Usually, there are two tables in one table, but he has five tables and six tables, all relying on craftsmanship.

Fang Rong is his apprentice, and he is even better than blue. He learned many new tricks of cooking without a teacher, and his craftsmanship is even more ingenious.

There was sesame oil in the cold noodles, and it was fragrant when stirred. Fang Rong ate a little, and gave the rest to Fang Hua. He made three or four bowls in total. Fang Hua had already finished eating, and looked at him eagerly.

How can a feline love noodles so much?

Also eat with relish.

It’s probably because I haven’t eaten his cooking for a long time. In fact, I just ate grilled fish yesterday, but after all, it’s outside, and many conditions don’t allow it. There are not as many seasonings as the tableware in the room, and there is still time to fry it or something.

"Is there any more?" Fang Hua finished eating what he had picked up in two or three strokes.

"No more." Fang Rong looked at him contemptuously.

"Is there any more?" The old man put down his chopsticks after eating.

"..." The old man has to conjure it up if he wants to eat it, "Also, you wait, I'll serve it."

In fact, there are no more, but the pot is hot, the soup is boiling, and it will be fine after two bowls.

Fang Rong made two more bowls, one for Fang Hua and one for the old man. He is not a foodie himself, and he can't taste how delicious his own cooking is. In his opinion, his cooking skills are probably just good enough to eat.

I don't understand why both the old man and Fang Hua love to eat so much.

After the father and two finished eating, they let go of the chopsticks and ran out, and naturally Fang Rong stayed to clean up the mess.

He is used to it, and feels that he is the househusband.

Fang Rong put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, waited a while and put the bowls and chopsticks neatly on the shelf. The water stains on them had been eliminated by the high temperature, and they were as clean as moon white.

Fang Rong took it out and put it in the first cabinet in the kitchen. That cabinet was a bit high, and he needed to put his feet on it.

Suddenly a pair of arms stretched out from behind, hugging him tightly.

"The old man just asked me what is my birthday, what is my birthday?" Fang Hua's voice was muffled.

What's your birthday?

He really didn't know this, Fang Hua was only a little bit big when he was sent here, his whole body was transparent, like a newborn, fragile and young.

"About August 8rd?" The breeder wanted to record the daily notes of the test animals. Fang Hua also had a copy, and it was written by Fang Rong, so he remembered it clearly.

"That's almost here." It's already August 8th.

"Yeah." Fang Rong nodded, "Do you want to celebrate your birthday?"

"Think." You can ask for a cake for your birthday, and I heard that you can go shopping together, it's beautiful.

"It's not easy to celebrate your birthday. I'll celebrate it for you on the 23rd." Fang Rong agreed without hesitation.

For a birthday, it's just a cake and a gift. Fang Hua has been with him for so long, and the salary is handed in every month, and sometimes he has to be rewarded.

"Really?" Fang Hua was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true, I can still lie to you." Fang Rong touched his head, "Okay, stop making trouble, go and play by yourself."

He also wanted to think about baking bread.

Speaking of which, Fang Rong is also the master who can't be idle. After a while, he can't help but start to busy himself. He never forgets to practice kung fu while reading, and puts one foot on the open cabinet door.

There is no way, who asked him to pretend to be aggressive, and asked Fang Hua to rely on him in the future? If he doesn't work hard now, will he be slapped in the face later?

"By the way, how is Feitian?" Fang Rong was still a little worried about Feitian being a child.

"What else can he do." Fang Hua was a little guilty. He took Fei Tian to the military region management office and left. He didn't pay attention to anything afterwards, "He's fine."

"That's good." After all, he brought out the person, and he still has to be responsible. "Why haven't you left yet?"

Fang Hua got angry, "Why did you drive me away?"

"Aren't you in the way here so you can't see?" Fang Rong rolled his eyes.

"It's okay, I can help."

"Can you help make trouble?" Fang Rong pushed him, "Go up quickly and I'll make you bread."

"Fang Rong instead of bread." Fang Hua looked aggrieved, "It's been a long time since I hugged Fang Rong."

"Do you know that it's been a long time since you hugged me? Who told you to procrastinate by yourself and refuse to help me even if you were killed." Fang Rong was still a little angry when he thought of this, "You still want to hug me, go play with yourself."

He dropped the spatula and left. Before leaving, the apron gave Fang Hua a face.

Sometimes you forget when you don't want to, and there is still a fire in your stomach when you think about it.

Fang Rong was no exception, he took a few steps upstairs, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

I was still thinking about baking some bread, but now I have no mood at all.

Fang Rong stood up abruptly, pulled out his helmet and put it on, went to the supreme arena for a few rounds, and then took it off Fang Hua had already come to the room, hugging him from behind.

"I was wrong." Fang Hua admitted his mistake with a good attitude, "Don't be angry, I don't want it anymore."

"Then where did you put your hands?"

"I'll just touch it." Fang Hua said with a bit of aggrieved tone, "Is it okay to touch it too?"

"What do you say?"

"Then I'll take my hand away." Just as he was about to take it away, Fang Rong grabbed him again, "Why do you think I'm angry?"

"Because I didn't help you?"

"Help me with what?"

"Help you grow bigger." Fang Hua held his hand instead.

"You still don't understand that it's not a question of getting bigger or smaller, but a question of whether it's dangerous or not. Do you think I had the ability to protect myself at that time?" Fang Rong said in a slightly aggressive tone, "Let me tell you the truth, that day If you don’t help me at night, I will deal with the twins by myself, I almost died, and you almost lost sight of me, do you understand?”

"Understood, I understand." Fang Hua hugged him tighter, "I will be obedient in the future."

"You say that every time, how do you do it?"

"I thought you'd be fine if you were locked by my side." Fang Hua's voice choked up.

"Crying yarn, I should be the one crying, okay?" Fang Rong yelled at him.

"Well, don't cry." Fang Hua stopped crying immediately, "I listen to you."

Fang Rong shook his head, spread his limbs on the bed, "Just do what you want."

"I won't do it." Fang Hua was quite obedient this time, hugging him and kissing, "I'll just hug him."

"..." What is the difference between hugging and doing?

In love, sometimes you have to quarrel and tolerate each other. You have your shortcomings, and I have my advantages. Fang Hua's mental immaturity is a disadvantage, and Fang Rong's self-knowledge is also an advantage.

The two have supported each other to get to this day, and their relationship is not easy. Sometimes I think that Fang Hua will rush in front of him every time danger comes, shielding him from the wind and rain, but he can't get angry.

As for people, as long as they are human, there are things they can't take care of. Fang Hua is also a human being, so naturally there are things he can't take care of.

There was peace in the darkness, Fang Hua hugged his chest tightly, the light flickered.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong asked casually without opening his eyes.

"It's nothing." The light moved away, so that it didn't shine on him, and Fang Hua actually played with the light brain in the middle of the night.

Didn't he lose his optical brain to that old man in the slums?

When did you get it back?

Fang Rong opened his eyes and saw that there was actually a real photo of him on the screen, and it was still an enlarged version, especially between the legs, it was clear.

"Fang Hua, you are looking for death!" Fang Rong was furious, and went to take his optical brain.

"Don't delete it, I'll just take a look." Fang Hua hurriedly covered it.

"Isn't it enough to watch every day?" Fang Rong persisted and stretched out his hand to wrestle with him.

"I don't have the optical brain I just got back every day." Fang Hua quibbled.

"Then you delete this, and I'll take it off for you to see." Fang Rong said seductively.

"Really?" Fang Hua's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true. Whenever I say something, it doesn't matter." When you delete it, I will settle accounts with you.

"Then I deleted it, you want to show it to me." Fang Hua clicked delete in a hurry, and leaned on him excitedly, "Can I watch it now?"

"How many more?"

"Just find this one." He deleted everything about Fang Rong that day, and this one was saved because it was stored in the CD of Supreme Ring.

"Really?" Fang Rong went to check his optical brain, but it was really gone.

"What's my phone number?"

"13758961223" Fang Hua replied instinctively, with a slightly dazed expression on his face.

"Well, not bad." Fang Rong just quizzed him on a whim, but he didn't expect him to get all the answers right.

"What kind of underwear did I wear yesterday?"

"Black one, don't change the subject, I want to see it." Fang Hua went to break his legs.

"You're beautiful." Fang Rong howled, tightening his legs to prevent him from breaking them.

Damn it, Fang Hua is getting harder and harder to be fooled after all this is discovered.

Fang Hua likes his body the most, he can look at him for a long time, and he doesn't get tired of staring at him for a whole day, Fang Rong is almost sleepy by him.

It's like being acquainted for the first time, Fang Rong's face would be flushed with shame in the past, but now he yawns at most, but it's still not healed.

Fang Hua seemed to feel that he couldn't see clearly from this angle, so he turned him over to look from behind his buttocks.

This posture does not need to look at the face, and it is quite convenient, of course, if you ignore Fang Hua's hand touching it.

This guy looks decent on the surface, but in fact he has a lot of tricks in his heart, and he is suspected of pretending to be crazy, always committing crimes with the help of Fang Rong's sympathy.

Touch today, kiss tomorrow, and get on the day after tomorrow.

Fang endured and endured, Fang Hua was not optimistic yet, and seemed to have the urge to go up, of course he was not stupid, he had to train tomorrow, and he would not give up if he was beaten to death today.

"Don't affect my training tomorrow, it's late, I'm going to sleep."

"Oh." Fang Hua kissed his back, "Go to sleep, I'll watch you sleep."

"Crazy." Fang Rong rolled his eyes at him, covered himself tightly with the quilt.

Fang Hua whimpered, hugging him in various ways, "I haven't seen enough yet."

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Is there still tomorrow?

Fang Hua was quiet, and slept beautifully with him in his arms.

This place is quiet in the downtown area, because the angle is well chosen, and sound-absorbing pillars are planted around, and the sound will be absorbed by the bamboo when it reaches the bamboo side, so the sound that can be transmitted to the room is pitiful.

Also because it is quiet, you can sleep soundly.

The next morning, of course, it was still cooking training. At noon, I accidentally saw Li Wenyang. He seemed to have changed, with a pierced ear pierced in his ear, and chewing gum in his mouth, looking foolish.

It was probably discovered, and there was no need to hide it. Li Wenyang was completely relaxed in front of him, but his old problem remained unchanged, and he still liked to come over to tease people.

"What are you touching?" Fang Rong knocked off his touching hand.

Li Wenyang laughed, "Is there something good to share, I have breasts to share with you, and you have a butt to share with me?"

"Damn it, it's too embarrassing if you don't tell me that you have breasts, don't let me have a good time." It's not a good saying, if one day you become a woman, the first thing you need to do is to have breasts and buttocks what?

Of course it's for the brothers to have fun.

"I've never touched a woman's chest before. I heard it's soft." Fang Rong reached out to touch him, "It's really soft, like cotton candy."

Li Wenyang didn't refuse either, he half leaned on the railing lazily, "Is it easy to touch?"

"Where are the breasts?" Li Wenyang is a big man, did these breasts appear out of thin air?

"Actually, I am a neutral person, androgynous, do you know?"

"What do you mean?" Fang Rong was stunned for a moment, "Have breasts but no penis?"

"No, there are breasts and penises." Li Wenyang looked serious, as if he was not joking.

"No way?" I've never heard of such a thing.

"Hahahaha~" Li Wenyang smiled exaggeratedly, "Do you really believe it?" He straightened his face, "The breasts are fake, do you know the bone shrinking technique?"

"Bone shrinking skill?" I seem to have seen it in history.

"Bone reduction exercise is to change the bones of a person to achieve the effect of transposition. I moved the fat from the whole body to the chest to have breasts. Oh, don't forget to touch the breasts to make them bigger."

Chest Big is a breast enhancement product that can increase a person's breasts by about five times in a short period of time.

Li Wenyang is five times as flat or flat.

He opened his clothes, "And this, don't forget to keep it with you at all times, sometimes it is not very obedient, and it will run to the back when it moves too much."

He was wearing a product similar to an invisible bra, which tightly squeezed his chest and squeezed out a groove.

"It hurts?" Fang Rong's mouth twitched.

"One thing, just wear it often." Li Wenyang closed his clothes, and his breasts disappeared again.

"Where did you hide your chest?" There was no space or anything like that.

"I won't tell you." Li Wenyang is taller, and he likes to condescend Fang Rong. His face is also all kinds of outrageous. Every time he gets close to Fang Rong, he feels that he has been deeply loved by him.

Of course it's just an illusion, he has self-knowledge, he has no money, power and no one, so he only has good cooking skills.

"What's the smell on you?" Li Wenyang frowned.

"Smell?" Fang Rong sniffed it, but there was no smell?It was at noon that I took time out to make a stewed duck with bamboo shoots. It took a lot of time to cook the soup, and I didn’t have time to eat. He and Fang Hua each picked up a box and brought them here. "Did you mean duck soup?"

"Old duck soup, I just said why it tastes so delicious." Li Wenyang explained, "I don't mean to eat it, I just ask."

Hey, the longing in your eyes has betrayed you.

Fang Rong rolled his eyes, "There should be a little more in my place, it's a little cold, do you want a drink?"

"If you invite." Li Wenyang smiled brightly.

He has good facial features and eyeliner, which makes his appearance even more coquettish. Of course, this is probably not his true face. He has the specialty of a lizard, and he can change back and forth. With the bone shrinking skill, no one knows what a real person looks like. .

As for the name Li Wenyang, it is probably fake. Although he has many identities, he really can't tell which one is real and which one is fake. .

"By the way, how about your mission?" The two had already sat in the lounge, and Fang Rong brought out the old duck soup.

"It's okay, we can leave soon." Li Wenyang took a sip of it, with a satisfied face, "It's delicious."

"Let's go?" Are you going to the orc world with them? "Where are you going?"

"Of course he ran away."

"Why run away?" Fang Rong looked at him puzzled.

"I'm not a soldier at all, what should I do if I don't run away?" Li Wenyang had already finished half a bowl of soup, "Are you waiting for others to expose me?"

"You're not a soldier?" Fang Rong was taken aback, "How is that possible?"

Li Wenyang smiled mysteriously, "I'll tell you, don't tell others."

"it is good."

"Actually, I'm a liar." And I'm also a person who cheats money, power and sex.

It was also a coincidence that he joined the army.

It must have been one night when the door was knocked open suddenly, and a young man named Li Wenyang crawled in covered in blood.

"Please save me!"

That is the real Li Wenyang.

As for himself, he doesn't even remember his real name, and maybe he can't even remember his age and zodiac signs, because he uses too few and too few names, and almost no one has called them.

He always changes various identities, names, ages, and occupations are also different, playing the role of doctor, teacher, soldier, businessman, whoever the target is, he turns himself into whoever he is, playing multiple roles, deceiving The trust of others, the love.

He and Li Wenyang had a very happy chat. Every time this young man mentioned the military region, his eyes lit up, which made him curious from the bottom of his heart. Is there a lot of money in the military region?

Why make people so nostalgic?Even after death, his greatest wish is to be buried in the military area.

Yes, Li Wenyang is dying. He vomits blood more than ten times a day, and his body is getting weaker and weaker.

Jun Mao just watched, neither saying to save him nor helping him fulfill his last wish in life, every time he lied to him to talk more and learn more about the military region.

Li Wenyang is about to die, and when a person is about to die, he can't control his emotions at all. Every day, he will tremble and talk about the things he didn't finish before, including some fun in the military area, and even trivial things.

Jun Mao just listened. In fact, Jun Mao is not his real name. What is his real name?

One morning, when Li Wenyang finally collapsed, Jun Mao found a place to bury him, and transformed himself into his appearance, wearing his military uniform and badge and returning to the military area, to live on for him.

As he acted, he gradually entered the drama, reluctant to treat his family well, and also reluctant to like his fiancé.

It's not so much his fiancé, but Li Wenyang's fiancé.

Every time Li Wenyang talked about this fiancé, he always looked happy, like touching a hot spring under the cold ice, it was warm.

Junmao has been active in the military region with another identity. A year ago, he received a mission from the Tianxiahui to go undercover there, and was assigned to undercover here by the other side. Don't worry about him, and start to check his family background.

"It's about to reveal my secrets, I have to leave quickly." Li Wenyang said this calmly, and poured another bowl from the pot.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Huh?" Li Wenyang was a little surprised, "Shouldn't you ask me when I plan to surrender?"

"I'm not as boring as you." Li Wenyang is also very pitiful in the end. He plays multiple roles by himself and keeps playing other people. He loses himself. What is his name?Last name?I forgot how old I was.

"Brother, you're being sentimental again." Li Wenyang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm leaving very secretly, and I won't tell anyone."

"Tell me, I want to see you off."

"Huh?" Li Wenyang put down his chopsticks, "I heard that I am quite happy to be given away."

"Probably." Fang Rong didn't feel it, "If you want my help, just say it."

"Okay." Li Wenyang approached mysteriously, "Actually, we will leave on the 20th."

"NO.20?" There are still about three days left, during which time we can do a lot of things.

"Well." Li Wenyang asked him, "Are you free that day?"

"Have."

"Then you see me off." Li Wenyang crossed his arms, "It's lonely by myself, so you can talk to me."

"it is good."

Li Wenyang's personality is quite weird. You can say he is a good person, right?In fact, it's not true, let's say he is a bad guy, and he has never killed a good guy, so it's hard to measure.

But one thing is certain, at least he has a good conscience, otherwise he wouldn't want to stay just because others treat him well.

Of course, because of his special identity, he was still a fake, and if the military checked him, some clues would be exposed, and he would be caught and unable to fly, so he wanted to leave.

It's hard for this man.