Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

The man's mouth is quite strong, and he is loyal enough to the old master, "Bah!"

Fang Hua stepped hard, and the crisp voice of bones sounded, "If you don't tell me, I can find someone else, and someone will tell me, but you will die a miserable death, and you will watch your brother die before you."

What Li Wenyang said was right, Fang Hua left him, and he could function normally by himself.

Having him by his side is not only a kind of peace of mind for Fang Hua, but also a kind of burden, An Xin listens to him in everything, even if he knows that what Fang Rong did is wrong, he will do it without hesitation.

The drag is also because of this, just correct him if he is wrong, and Fang Hua has no objection if he is wrong, so he rolls up his sleeves to do it.

Did he spoil Fang Hua, or did Fang Hua spoil him?

Fang Hua's silence will make him think that what he does is right. Every time Fang Hua is angry or something, he will come to please him immediately, which also gives him an illusion that he is still right and Fang Hua is wrong.

So think about it differently, in fact, Fang Hua has always been doting on him, not him doting on Fang Hua.

The most he cooks are pastries and the like, but what Fang Hua does is pamper him from the inside out.

Tolerate his shortcomings, self-willedness, put him first in everything, never fight back when scolded, continue to stand next to him when beaten, kneel on the washboard when he has done too much, very self-conscious.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I was really wrong.

Fang Rong covered his face, still a bit unwilling to admit it.

"You'd better not lie to me, or your brothers will bear the pain you are now suffering one by one." During the time he was thinking, Fang Hua had already taken care of that person, asked about his whereabouts, and even knocked him out.

"How?" Fang Rong walked over and asked.

Fang Hua turned around and made a scissors hand, "I already know."

"Don't be cute, do the right thing." Fang Rong decided to encourage him, "If you are so efficient every day, I will love you even more."

Fang Hua suddenly realized that Fang Rong likes this.

Li Wenyang coughed and interrupted the flirting between the two, "Let's go over quickly, don't let anyone get there first."

"Yeah." Fang Rong nodded, letting Fang Hua lead the way to find the old master.

Because he knew the address that person said, so he didn't let that person take it away, and just knocked him unconscious to find it by himself.

It belongs to a nursing home. The nursing home in the slum is very messy. I don't know why the old master is here?

Could it be that neither of the two sons wanted to raise him?

This is unscientific, at least you have to be filial on the surface.

"It is estimated that he came here by himself." Li Wenyang explained, "The old master knew that he was going to die, so in order not to cause trouble for others, he took the initiative to live here."

"Yeah." The old boss didn't mean Li Wenyang badly. Even if he was about to die, he would feel guilty if he really killed him. Fang Rong almost wanted to change his mind, "How about we wait for two days?"

"You can't bear it anymore?" Li Wenyang looked at him.

"A little bit, we can wait for him to die before taking the essence core. Let's treat him as serving him these few days." Fang Rong went to ask Fang Hua for advice.

Fang Hua had unknowingly walked to a room. Fang Rong was about to call him, but Li Wenyang stopped him, "Look at the situation."

It must not be for no reason that he suddenly behaved like this, there must be some new discovery.

Fang Hua stood at the door for a minute or two, but refused to go in.

The people inside seemed to sense it, and invited him with a cough, "Since everyone is here, why don't you come in?"

Fang Hua put his hand on the door and gently pushed it open, revealing the scene inside, which was even simpler than imagined, with rusty tables, rusty chairs, and shaking people.

The person on the bed held onto the edge of the bed and insisted on getting up, but Fang Hua didn't care. He walked slowly along the door and window, looking around the place.

"You're old." The ability is gone.

There seemed to be a strong blood connection between them, and Fang Hua felt it from a long distance away.

This person has an unusual relationship with him.

He can feel it, and the old head can naturally feel it too.

"You are..." He looked at Fang Hua suspiciously, his eyes were wrinkled and his eyes were cloudy.

"Fang Rong said I was your son, and asked me to die for you." Fang Hua walked to the bedside, and there was an old globe on the bedside table. He flipped it lightly, and the wooden globe made a creaking sound.

"Really?" The old master smiled, "I still have a son."

"I don't know." Fang Hua shrugged, "Fang Rong said I am your son, so I should be your son."

The old master's smile deepened, "Before I die, I can recognize another son, and I will have no complaints in this life."

Fang Hua was indifferent.

The globe turned slightly, again and again, echoing clearly in this quiet room.

"Come on, kid, let me see you." The old master beckoned and let him go.

Fang Hua obediently sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward.

"It seems a bit similar. When I was young, I was fair and white, and my nose was the most like me." The old master was amiable, with a childish smile on his face.

When a person is about to die, there is still a relative by his side, even if the purpose is not pure, it is enough for him to laugh for a long time.

"Is your name Fang Hua?"

Fang Hua was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"Because I have the ability to read minds." The old boss took his hand, "Can I hug you?"

Fang Hua stared at him for a while, then nodded after a while, "Okay."

The old master was overjoyed, and propped himself up to hold him in his arms.

There was a rotten smell on his body, which was the dead breath of the old man who was about to die, spreading from his whole body.

"Hold again... hug... my son..."

puff!

He suddenly vomited violently, and the blood from the corner of his mouth flowed out like he didn't want money, wave after wave.

Fang Hua forcefully pulled out the essence core inserted into his body, "You said you have the ability to read minds, why didn't you stop me?"

If he really has the ability to read minds, he should have seen Fang Hua's purpose long ago, and be on guard in advance. It's as if the old boss didn't know, and he still had a good chat with him.

The old master shook his head with difficulty, "Because...because...love..."

His love is probably paternal love, or an apology. For more than ten years, Fang Hua ignored him and apologized to him.

Of course, this was just his wishful thinking. Fang Hua didn't feel it at all. He was just surprised that someone would give up his life for someone he had only met once.

Although he was almost dead too.

Fang Hua looked at the sperm nucleus in his hand, it was bloody, and some tiny nerves were still beating, he didn't care, he broke it off and stuffed it into his mouth.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped onto the white shirt, and a gorgeous flower bloomed. The old man fell limply on the bed. This old man used his life to fulfill Fang Hua, but Fang Hua remained indifferent.

A scorching sensation came over, spreading from the stomach, the blood boiled, the heart beat rapidly out of the normal range, and Fang Hua felt as if he had been stung by a hundred thousand ants. Fang Hua punched the wall next to him.

The loud voice attracted Fang Rong and Li Wenyang, who looked at each other and ran into the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Rong hugged his arm to keep him from moving.

Li Wenyang sat by the bed and carefully observed the situation of the old master, "He must have swallowed the essence of the old master, and his body cannot bear such a powerful force."

After all, the old boss has lived for more than 100 years. Although he is old and his abilities are weak, he is still a hundred times stronger than ordinary people. Fang Hua will not be able to digest it for a while.

"Then what should we do?" Fang Rong couldn't hold him anymore.

"Just let him vent." Li Wenyang opened the quilt, wrapped the old man in it, and carried it out. "Let's bury the old man first."

"Okay." Fang Rong let go of Fang Hua, still a little worried that he was here alone.

"Don't worry, no one in this nursing home is his opponent." Especially in this state, every time he vents, he will use his abilities, and most people may not even be able to get close.

"Hmm." Fang Rong and Li Wenyang carried the old master's body to the back mountain together, dug a pit and buried it hastily.

"It's a pity that the old master was so wise all his life that he didn't even have a funeral relative." Li Wenyang sighed a little.

"You know this old boss?" Fang Rong turned to look at him.

"It doesn't count as acquaintance, but I have checked his information." When he first came here, he accidentally sneaked into a house, which was the old master's room. The old master not only didn't blame him, but also helped him cover it.

"He seems to have known that I am from the military region."

"Then why didn't he deal with you?"

"Probably because he was also a member of the military region."

"Maybe." Fang Rong shrugged, "We'll know the reason when Fang Hua recovers."

"That's right, I heard that the old head has many supernatural powers, maybe there is an answer in it." Li Wenyang put a flower on the grave, "Don't make yourself so embarrassed in your next life."

"You seem to have a lot to say?" Fang Rong stared at Hua and asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid I will be like this in the future, dying in an unknown corner and suffering alone."

"No, you are so charming." Don't talk about others, just talk about Hu Xingyuan, and Xu Hongrui, each of them wished to die for him.

"It's all floating clouds." Li Wenyang smiled, and the meaning of the smile was unclear, "No amount can compare to your Fang Hua."

"Nonsense." Fang Rong blushed.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Li Wenyang raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face, "Look, you blushed before you said anything."

Fang Rong rolled his eyes at him, "Stop talking, go back."

When the two went back, Fang Hua was still making noise, but the sound was much quieter, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, until finally there was no movement at all.

There are quite a few people around the house, gathered in twos and threes to take a look, pointing at the house, some talking about monsters, some talking about murder, all kinds of topics kept going.

Fang Rong and Li Wenyang pushed through the crowd and went in. Fang Hua was lying on the ground, drenched all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"He seems to have a fever." His forehead was hot.

Fang Rong glanced around, pulled down the curtains, covered Fang Hua, wrapped him up so that no one would see him, and left with his back behind his back.

When they left, the group of old people pointed at them, saying that they had damaged the house and wanted to stay and pay for it.

Li Wenyang took out a card and handed it to one of them, "There is no password, and the money in it should be enough for maintenance."

Fang Rongkong didn't make a move, but he kept it in his heart, and he didn't feel it at ordinary times. It turns out that it feels so good to have a gay friend, and Li Wenyang, a gay friend, is thorough and understands everything, so it is necessary to go out.

"Thank you." The two walked side by side, Fang Rong took the opportunity to thank, "I'll pay you back how much money is in it later."

Li Wenyang shrugged, "It's not my money. Xu Hongrui gave it to me. If you want to thank him, thank him."

Speaking of this, Fang Rong couldn't help asking, "Is it easy to accept what others give you? I mean I'm very embarrassed."

"What's so embarrassing about it." Li Wenyang didn't care, "Just accept what you give, and if you don't accept it, how do you know what you want?"

"How do you say that?"

"Think about it, if someone buys you a gift, he must like you. If you accept him, he thinks you like him too. If you don't accept him, he must think that you don't like him at all. It is easy to misunderstand."

"That's it." After that, Fang Hua took what he gave, and he would always be embarrassed when Fang Hua gave him things before, and then secretly remembered and returned them to Fang Hua.

Fang Hua won't misunderstand, right?

Fang Hua seemed to be a little conscious, stretched out his hands, and hugged Fang Rong's neck tightly.

Fang Rong carried him up a little bit, this guy seemed to have gotten a lot heavier again, and it was hard for him to carry it.

These invisible energies lurking in the human body actually have weight, otherwise there is no way to control other things.

Fang Rong, for example, has the ability to move everything around him, provided he has strength, which is equivalent to moving things with mental power. Spiritual power is just invisible to the naked eye. In fact, it is something tangible and heavy.

"Let's find a place to rest first." Li Wenyang suggested.

"Okay." Fang Rong quickly agreed.

The two came to a hotel and opened a room for two people. Hotels in slums are all single rooms and standard rooms, without triple beds.

Fortunately, he and Fang Hua are lovers, so they can squeeze into the same bed, and Li Wenyang has a bed by himself.

Fang Hua was still a little uncomfortable, a little blood and ash accumulated on his hands, probably left when he hit the wall with his fist just now.

Fang Rong wiped it with a wet towel, and the wound was already healed, but the outside was a little dirty.

After wiping, he asked Li Wenyang to go to bed. It was already four or five o'clock in the morning. Li Wenyang yawned and fell asleep because he couldn't hold on anymore.

Fang Hua's condition was still unstable, Fang Rong was worried, and instead of falling asleep, he sat by the bed and moved as quietly as possible. Of course, he couldn't hold on for too long, and fell asleep.

He was lying on the side of the bed, but when he woke up, Fang Hua was lying on his side facing him, his expression moved from time to time.

"What's wrong with Fang Hua, that brat? He's been sleeping for so long."

"By the way, why haven't you woken up yet?"

Even though Fang Rong fell asleep, his mind was still incessant, like two villains fighting, one sentence and one sentence.

Fang Hua looked interesting, and couldn't help but get closer, people are really magical creatures, one second they were going to beat him up, and the next they started worrying about him.

Fang Rong rubbed his eyes, "When did you wake up?"

"In the morning." Fang Hua answered truthfully.

"How do you feel?" This guy won't become stronger again, he is already hopeless, if he becomes stronger, he will be crushed for the rest of his life.

"Huh?" Fang Hua's eyes widened, not knowing how to answer 'how do you feel? ' Or answer the hopeless words.

"What's the matter?" You still pretended to me, it won't be spring again in the early morning, right?

".(O)." So this is what I think in Fang Rong's mind?

"What happened?" What was that expression?dislike?

"I don't dislike you." Fang Hua reached out to hug him, "I don't dislike you."

"Huh?" Fang Rong was taken aback, "Is it so obvious?" Fang Hua, a fool, could see it.

"I'm not a fool." Fang Hua opened his mouth and bit his shoulder.

"..." There seemed to be a bad premonition, "How do you know what I think?"

"I have special mind-reading skills." Fang Hua licked after biting.

"Mind reading?" Does this mean that this guy knows everything he thinks in the future?

"OK."

"It's over." This feeling of being seen through is really bad.

"No, it's good, so I can know what Fang Rong is thinking." Fang Hua looked innocent.

"I mean I'm miserable." Fang Rongsheng had nothing to love, "Is there no way to avoid it?"

"No."

"..." Can it be better?

It seems that I can't just complain about him in my heart in the future, this guy will definitely know.

so tired!

"Fang Rong, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Hungry.

"I'm going to buy breakfast." Fang Hua hurried out.

Is this the only benefit?

In the future, Fang Hua will know if he is dissatisfied or not. He usually has a confused face, but he will probably make it clear in the future.

Fang Rong got up and brushed his teeth, and casually asked Li Wenyang to get up too. Li Wenyang also stayed in bed to talk about it.

Fang Rong urged him in the bathroom, "Aren't you up yet?"

"Get up, already getting dressed."

After a while there was no movement, Fang Rong couldn't help but urged again, "What's the matter with you? You haven't gotten up yet?"

"Just get dressed and come right away."

Then nothing happened.

"Are you really up?"

"Well, well, I'm looking for shoes."

Fang Rong opened the bathroom door and saw that this guy was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly under the quilt.

"Why aren't you well?" Fang Rong deliberately ignored him.

"Okay, I'm on the phone, someone was looking for me just now." He responded instinctively, and then continued to sleep.

Fang Rong slapped him on the buttocks, "Are you just wearing clothes and looking for shoes to make a phone call under the covers?"

Li Wenyang narrowed his eyes and laughed, "You found out."

Fang Rong rolled his eyes, "I've convinced you, it's already too late for us."

"Ah?" Li Wenyang was taken aback, "Since we are already late, why are we in such a hurry, let's sleep for a while."

"... What else can I say?" Fang Rong shrugged, "Then you go to sleep."

"Well, don't tell me to eat, if I don't eat, I'm going to have another beauty sleep." He cared about his appearance as much as his life, and never allowed a wrinkle to grow on his face.

"Yeah." Fang Rong nodded, just as he didn't sleep well, just like what Li Wenyang said, he was already late anyway, and he would still be late anyway, so it's better to make himself comfortable.

Wait, did you learn badly?

According to his previous temperament, he must be desperate to go back, try not to be too late, and now he has a feeling of going with the flow.

I probably don't have that much sense of crisis, and I have a lot of options, and I can do business if I'm not a soldier.

There is no sense of crisis.

After Fang Rong brushed his teeth and washed his face, he waited for Fang Hua for a while, and he quickly brought food. As usual, it was all meat, and it was easy to get tired of eating, but Fang Hua never got tired of eating it, just like milk-flavored lollipops. one.

"What's so delicious about this?" Fang Rong didn't say anything, but he thought clearly in his heart, and Fang Hua heard it all.

"It's braised pork again, how can Fang Hua eat such fat?" Fang Rong picked and picked with chopsticks, but couldn't find any thin one.

"It's better to eat green vegetables." He reluctantly picked up a piece of green onion as a side dish of braised pork.

"I didn't choose the ingredients for the meat. At least half of the meat should be lean, right?" He shook his head subconsciously, "The chef is not serious."

Fang Hua stretched out the hand that moved the chopsticks, retracted and stretched again, and was extremely entangled, should he eat it or not?

I didn't know before that Fang Rong was such a picky eater, he didn't eat a lot of things, but he didn't say anything, he would eat whatever he bought, but he didn't eat much.

"I'm going to practice darts later." This is his weakness. I haven't practiced for a long time. I wonder if he has regressed?

"I'll go too." Fang Hua raised his hand to show his presence.

"What are you going to do?" Because Li Wenyang was still sleeping, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"I can guide you, my shooting is all excellent."

"Yeah?" Let this guy guide?It sounds unreliable.

"I'm very reliable."

"Don't keep eavesdropping on what I'm thinking."

"No eavesdropping." Fang Hua felt aggrieved, "You told me yourself."

Fang Rong rolled his eyes, what was on his mind was a matter of minutes, it was hard to hide, okay?

"Forget it, come along." Anyway, even if he is not allowed to follow, he will still follow.

As for Li Wenyang, it's better not to quarrel with him, let him sleep peacefully, what happened yesterday spoiled him, and he was tossing around in the middle of the night.

"Yeah." Fang Hua's expression brightened.

The two found a club together, and there was a place for darts practice, Fang Rong practiced and Fang Hua directed.

"Left, left, your arm is crooked, and then left, I tell you to go left, are you a pig?"

Whoosh!

Fang Rong shot a dart over, a cold light flashed, and the pitch-black body of the dart accurately passed Fang Hua's ear and shot behind him.

"..." (⊙x⊙;), "I'm wrong with my wife."