Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

Fang Hua shook his head. He was very sensible and started to help Fang Rong clean up the dishes. Since his injury was not healed, Fang Rong refused, "Leave it alone, I will do it myself."

He folded the bowls and chopsticks together and brought them into the kitchen. Today in 2180, everything is automatic. There are also dishwashers for washing dishes, and automatic pots for cooking, but the taste is not very good, so Fang Rong likes to think about it by himself. .

He put all the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and the machine buzzed. After a while, the box below opened automatically, and there were rows of sorted bowls and chopsticks inside.

Fang Rong took it out, put it in the kitchen cabinet, and wiped the moved parts of the kitchen. When he came out, Fang Hua was still dancing the peacock dance. He seemed to like it very much. He danced over and over again, regardless of the wound.

However, the orc has a strong recovery ability, and it was handled well yesterday. The meat has probably grown, Fang Rong beckoned him to stop, "Come here, it's time to change the gauze."

Fang Hua paused, took off the tablecloth around his waist, and put it back on the table. The trousers he was wearing inside were square, a little too big, hanging on the top of the bag, and the bottom was folded up, revealing his slender legs. The shirt he wore was too many buttons, so he simply tied it around his waist without buttoning it, so Fang Rong easily took off his shirt.

The gauze was crooked, which was very obvious on his fair chest.

Fang Rong asked him to sit opposite, knelt on the sofa and unbuttoned him layer by layer. As expected, most of the wound had healed, and the orc's strong resilience had played a role. Except for the bright red color in the middle, the outer part was swollen. The first floor has improved a lot, not as scary as yesterday.

"That's right, it's recovered very well." He took off all the gauze, exposing the wound to the outside, the tighter the wrap, the slower it will heal, and it will quickly form calluses when exposed to the air.

Fang Rong brushed his hair naturally, some of them had formed lumps due to sweating too much, "It's time to wash your hair, I'll wash it for you later."

Probably because Fang Hua didn't refuse. He moved skillfully and naturally, as if he had done it countless times. After he finished doing it, he suddenly realized that Fang Hua probably didn't like being touched by others, otherwise he wouldn't have killed the breeder. .

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "If you don't like me to wash it for you, there is hot water in the bathroom, I'll put it away for you, and you can wash it yourself."

Fang Hua still didn't speak, so far Fang Rong has only heard him say a few words, each time is simple and casual.

Probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time, he had to open his mouth every time he opened his mouth, as if he had to think for a long time.

Fang Rong draped his clothes back for him, and went to the bathroom by himself. 24-hour hot water is very convenient. He adjusted the temperature and beckoned Fang Hua to come over, "Press this button every time you wash, and what comes out is Hot water, the weather is not hot now, according to this it is lukewarm water..."

The water in the sink suddenly flooded up, and a silver head protruded into it. Fang Hua tilted his head to look at him, water was dripping from the tip of his hair, and the silver curly hair was floating in the water.

His meaning was already obvious, Fang Rong's expression softened, and he stretched out his hand to touch that silver hair.

Strictly speaking, Fang Hua is a feline, and the fur on his body is still lanugo, which will not shed until he is an adult, so it feels soft and supple to the touch now.

His slender neck was exposed from the shirt, and the large area of ​​skin on his chest was not covered, and the freshly stitched wound crawled on his chest like a centipede.

Fang Rong was inexplicably distressed, he moved softly, and squeezed out cool shampoo to wash Fang Hua's hair. During the whole process, Fang Hua was very obedient, asking him to raise his head as soon as he raised his head, and lowering his head as soon as he was asked to lower his head.

Sometimes his eyes got foamy, and he didn't say anything, just squeezed his eyes and waited for Fang Rong to realize that his long eyelashes were soaked, and the silver butterflies couldn't spread their wings, and they seemed aggrieved when they nestled together.

Fang Rong likes his eyes the most, deep and beautiful, like a mixed race, with western three-dimensional facial features and oriental delicate skin.

God must have put a lot of thought into making him, otherwise he wouldn't be so perfect.

After washing his hair, he cleaned it twice before wrapping it in a towel. Without hair, he looked more delicate and delicate, but the brow bone between his eyebrows was also more obvious. This bone that runs through his entire cervical spine has been growing from his head From the tip of the tail, it is about two meters long. Of course, this is when he is in human form. After he transforms, he is even more terrifying and protruding.

Fang Rong turned on the hair dryer, the buzzing sound seemed to frighten him, his casual expression instantly became vigilant, but that appearance made Fang Rong laugh.

"Don't be afraid, this is a hair dryer, for drying your hair." With the continuous development of science and technology, some daily necessities are becoming more and more convenient. For example, this hair dryer is not dried by wind, but by hot air, so the sound will be a bit loud .

"Come closer." He found that Fang Hua didn't reject him at all, so he became bolder and let him come closer.

Fang Hua leaned over and half-lyed on the sofa, with his whole head resting on his lap. He seemed to enjoy this position very much. He put his hands under his head and refused to leave after his hair was blown.

Fang Rong didn't urge him either, and he was a little bit reluctant to part with that soft silver hair, so he would reach out and fiddle with it from time to time.

"Do you like to dance?"

Fang Hua closed his eyes, his eyelashes curved, casting a shadow under his eyes.

"I'll buy you a dress." I don't know if it's a prank or to see his reaction, Fang Rong raised his optical brain and selected products on the [-]D projection, "In this way, you can dance whenever you want in the future."

Fang Hua still didn't respond, he was nostalgic for this rare tenderness, and for him, there was no difference between men's clothing and women's clothing.

"Then let's put it this way, I'll buy you a set of dancing clothes." He searched for peacock dancing clothes in the search bar, and several products had only skirts without tops, or the ones with breasts like wedding dresses , not suitable for Fang Hua.

He picked out a bright red skirt with a big hem. It danced 360 degrees in all kinds of beauty, and the size was enough. Fang Hua is a man after all. Even though he looks thin, he has such a big frame. Wearing this Just right.

For the top, I chose the simplest shirt, and the three-dimensional products can be compared with Fang Hua, which is really suitable.

Fang Hua's skin was fair at first, and his hair was still silver with a little yellow. Putting on a red skirt, his face looked even paler and stunning.

If he wears makeup again, it is not difficult to imagine that he will surpass the modern star and become a celebrity in one fell swoop.

But he can't become a celebrity, because of his special status, he is a beast combined with mutants and supernatural beings, and there is a wildness in his bones. Once he recovers from his injuries and goes out, it will definitely cause a catastrophe.

So you must not let him out, absolutely not.

"I'll go to the space station to pick up clothes in a while, so you stay at home and don't run around." Now that technology is advanced, you can buy things online and put them in the space station at any time, and you can receive them soon. There is one near his home, in a large Next to the supermarket, not far away, it takes about 10 minutes to go back and forth.

He had just placed an order, and it probably wasn't ready yet, so he was going to wait.

Fang Hua moved his body, and soon returned to calm.

"Little kid?" Fang Rong asked tentatively, "Do you understand?"

Fang Hua looked up, and seemed to understand that he was calling him, but he didn't say anything after watching for a long time, so he simply lay back again.

"Little princess?"

He just got down on the ground, and couldn't help but look up when he heard the voice. The silver curly hair shone slightly, and he was as beautiful as an angel in the sun.

"Little handsome guy." Seeing his funny reaction, Fang Rong couldn't help teasing him. "Aren't you awake yet?"

He finally realized that Fang Rong was teasing him, his body softened, and he simply lay back on his stomach.

Fang Rong laughed.

He was bored waiting, and the time was hard, so he couldn't help but make fun of Fang Hua, but Fang Hua was so dumb that he didn't respond at all to calling him a handsome princess.And after he exposed his tricks, he ignored him.

He ignored Fang Rong, Fang Rong was bored for a while, he thought about it, and planned to wash all the quilts from yesterday and replace them with new ones, the new sheets probably didn't have a familiar smell, so Fang Hua just lay on the sofa I don't want to get up.

Fang Rong was willing to go to bed and take a nap because of whatever he said, but it was obviously not as good as yesterday's sleep. Most of them had their eyes half-opened, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.

Fang Rong wanted to wait for him to fall asleep before going to the space station, but he just refused to go to sleep, so he had to tell him now, don't go out, don't go out, don't go out.

Fang Hua didn't speak, just lay on the bed, hugged his pillow and turned over, facing the wall, as if he was having a fight.

Fang Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lifted the quilt up and covered Fang Hua's armpit before turning around and leaving. Because the room was too small, the living room and the bedroom were connected, so Fang Rong could easily see Fang Hua turned over in the dark. Standing tall, a pair of dark eyes stared at him almost shining.

He is like an ignorant child, in a blank state, he can't even tell if it's delicious or not. Call him a girl or a boy, as long as you call him, he will respond.Fang Rong is like a person holding a pen, writing and drawing freely on his white paper.

Life is too boring, and sometimes an accident is also a surprise.

He closed the door and walked out of the community. Every piece of land in 2180 is cherished. The buildings are extremely high, with a minimum of [-] or [-] floors. It's cold, it can freeze in winter, and the bottom floor can't see the sun, and it's damp all year round. The most comfortable place is between the tenth and twentieth floors.

He got down by the elevator, which was very fast, and there were cable cars at the door. It was very convenient to go out through the streets and alleys, and the price was affordable, which is why he never had the opportunity to drive.

In 2180, in order to save resources, the government advocated going out green, exercising and being environmentally friendly.After all, the earth is homeless because of people's excessive use of resources and consumption of nature.

Only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. Now this world is carefully built by everyone, and they have been guarding it very seriously.

There is a space station at the entrance of each community, which is convenient for receiving and transporting goods. It was an invention a long time ago, and it is now worn out.

He entered his online shopping number in it, and two packages fell out of the basket below. They were the top and skirt he bought. Now that he thinks about it, he seems to have forgotten to buy shoes.

For shoes, it is best to buy ones that are easy to put on and take off, because Fang Hua has to transform, and he is a mutant.

The best thing to put on and take off is slippers, but you can't dance in slippers, so he chooses sandals, or women's sandals. There is no way, men's shoes are too ugly, and they are not exquisitely made, so they are not suitable for Fang Hua.In addition, his entire outfit is mostly women's clothing, so it seems reasonable to add an extra pair of shoes, and Fang Hua doesn't care about wearing men's and women's clothing at all.

After choosing the sandals, he placed an order, and told the customer service to hurry up, he was in the space station, so he got the shoes in a short time.

Fang Hua is very thin, with long and slender feet, which can be worn in normal sizes. Of course, Fang Rong specially chose an extra size for him, so he should be able to wear it. After all, it is better to be big than small, and you can make do with it If you wear it, you can't make do with it if you are too small, and your feet will be squeezed.

When he went back, he found that the light in the house was on. When he opened the door, Fang Hua sat up halfway, holding scissors in one hand, and holding his chest in the other, removing stitches for himself.

He had already disassembled most of it, and the table was covered with cut lines. Because of his poor technique, the centipede on his chest was even more ferocious.