I thought my husband was dying

Zhou Yu began to wonder if the tiger was just making trouble for him, but he thought that his own dung was much more capricious than this guy, and he was still lying on his body and licking his paws, so he stopped complaining and looked at the time. It was already past six o'clock in the evening, so he took the time to feed Xiril another medicine, and guarded Xiril with the big tiger to fight the new wave of struggle before reaching out to touch the things on the table.

The tiger quickly ran forward and tugged at his arm. The reaction was so fast that the feces on his head became unsteady and almost fell off. The little black cat immediately meowed a few times in dissatisfaction. He waved his paw several times.

The tiger grunted from its throat, Zhou Yu's eyes twitched, and he felt wronged.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it anymore, I will come to play with you next time, today is almost the same, I will come back tomorrow." After typing on the bare board, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed the tiger's head, then cleaned up the things on the table. Things are placed on the pallet robot that has just been called in.

Where he didn't pay attention, the big tiger cast a glance at Cyril, then tilted its head as if it had received some order, took half a step back, and lay down on the ground without stopping Zhou Yu again. step away.

The little black cat jumped down from his big head, looked at the person on the bed with distaste, stretched out its claws and brushed the tiger's steel-like beard, and brushed it for a long time, while waiting for his slow master.

It wasn't until the door was closed again that Cyril on the bed opened his eyes.

For almost the whole day, the boy was in this room, causing the space to be filled with the smell of a boy, which satisfied Cyril's sentinel instinct.

And although the three fights against the potion and the virus made his body feel unprecedentedly tired, the mental power in his brain was also unprecedentedly sober. He should have rested and stored up the few mental powers, but he Still opened his eyes, and opened Walter through the remaining mental power, and clicked on the interstellar penguin software.

His eyesight wasn't good enough for him to see what the boy was doing, but the tiger's eyes were his eyes, so he had just seen the boy's movements clearly and took a picture with Walter.

Quickly opened Penguin, found a contact, and sent a message.

Cyril: [image] Make me something like this, fully automatic.

A Wandering Wolf: ... Fuck, cheating? ?

Cyril: Pee, it's me, and it'd be better if I don't need human power at all.

A wandering wolf: when did you wake up?Why do you want this thing?

Cyril: Remember to be quick.

A wayward wolf: ...I feel my human rights have been violated!Don't disrespect the old and love the young just because you are young and promising!

Cyril: 3

A wandering wolf: 2, 1!Of course you can, sir~ When do you want it?

Cyril: Tomorrow morning, to the Clinton Palace.

A heartbroken wolf: Fuck me, am I still human!You know I'm about to get off work let me work on this? !

Cyril: Overtime.

A dying wolf:  …

Cyril: I'll get the money into your account.

A wolf who needs something: No, we two will be with each other. I will study it at night, it shouldn't be difficult.

Cyril: Thank you.

After he said this, he planned to turn off Walter. Such a conversation would be a normal consumption of mental power for a normal sentinel guide, but now his energy core is damaged, and the infinite cycle of mental power is just one time for him. It's too late, so I have to use it sparingly.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to remove the penguin, the news flashed again.

A moving wolf: Cyril, you... are back?

Siril paused, manipulating the neck that had just regained consciousness, turned his head and glanced at the empty chair beside him, as if he could see the young man sitting on it in the afternoon, for a long time, he turned his head with his stiff neck return.

Cyril: Soon.

He believed in the boy, and he also believed in himself, so it should be soon.

So Zhou Yu accidentally got up late the next day, and hurriedly made an egg for himself. By the way, he ate a bowl of extremely unpalatable nutritional supplements to fill his stomach, and then received a package.

Because the people in the Clinton family have suddenly become busy these two days. Even Mr. Chen is often away from home. Mrs. Ou Lei comes back every night with a tired look on her face. Cyril's waking up was big news to the entire empire, so he tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, so as not to cause trouble for them, which caused Zhou Yu to be left alone in the huge palace for no reason at the moment. active people.

Oh, and there is another lying upstairs.

Taking the package from the guard outside the door, Zhou Yu studied it for a while, then put it on the tray, and brought his eggs, potions, and herbs to the fifth floor.

With the previous day's experience, Xi Ruier had almost figured out the time of the boy's arrival, so when Zhou Yu pushed the door and entered, the person on the bed seemed to have been waiting for him for a while.

"I received a package, something from your house." Zhou Yu said, put the things beside him, then spread out his own things, looked back, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh yes It’s gone, you can’t move, do you want me to take it apart for you? Or wait for Mrs. Ou Lei to come back at night? "

Cyril simply replied in shock, "Demolition."

Very commanding on the battlefield.

"Oh." Understanding his battlefield complex, Zhou Yu nodded obediently.

He said unpacking, he put the things on the table, studied for a while, and found that it could not be disassembled violently, so he searched for the way to unpack the package on Walt, and looked for Cyril, who was busy with his face. After asking for the password, the package was opened.

The box is quite big, but the things are not big, and it’s just such a small thing that it’s wrapped in layers of foam. It took Zhou Yu a long time to get in touch with the inseparable state of the foam, wondering who is so boring , but when he got the contents inside, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

How to put it... This seems to be an upgraded version of the silver stick. There is a thick silver column in the middle, and the lower part is probably designed for shifting. There are two separate handles, but the handle is the handle, but the designer still wants to make two round eggs, so this thing looks... very much like that thing.

It can be said that it has completely evolved from a silver stick to a prostitute.

An old man like Zhou Yu who has lived for more than 30 years can tell at a glance that he is a medical student, and he is not shy at all. , and then accidentally pressed the switch, the lower part of the stick immediately started to vibrate, and it will change gears!

Zhou Yu immediately slapped his thigh in his heart, absolutely.

Which careless person sent it here? He was receiving the package. If Mrs. Ou Lei received the package, wouldn't it be directly judged as harassment?General Saul looks majestic, but his wife and slaves are safe, so he can't be destroyed directly by then?

However, there are still [-] days left after escaping from the first day of the junior high school. It would be good to catch up with General Sol, but his son Cyril is also in the same place, and his whole face is blue. Inheriting his father's demeanor, maybe it will be improved to a higher level, and there will be a five-horse body split or something.

After all, unlike Zhou Yu, who grew up in an environment where people scolded each other about their genitals in an alley, Cyril received excessive training since he was a child because of his talent. He certainly didn't understand this aspect. If it was his enemy standing in the room at this moment, then Cyril would definitely not change his face.

But no.

The person standing in the room at the moment is a guide. Cyril, who is pure white like a piece of paper, doesn't know how to describe his feelings. In short, he feels uncomfortable instinctively, a little irritable, worried, and... agitated ?Especially when the strange flower started to vibrate, Cyril's earlobe turned suspiciously red, and his face became even darker.

Zhou Yu didn't see this change in him. Instead, he found a piece of paper from the package, and saw that it was written in a flying pattern.

"Time is tight, only enough to do this, next time I will make you a completely hands-free, fully automatic one, sir, okay?"

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, and instantly understood what was happening. He glanced at Cyril with a bruised face on the bed, "Did you ask someone to do it for me?"

To be such a hooligan, Cyril couldn't admit it, so he could only hide his merits and fame, bring out his fading five senses to the end, stare at the ceiling and pretend he didn't hear anything.

Zhou Yu almost laughed out loud when he noticed his childish behavior, but for the sake of the heroes of the empire and their harmonious relationship in the future, he held back, typed a sincere thank you on the keyboard, and began to give Xi Rui Er prepares the potion.

Holding the cup, he put a straw on Cyril. Last night, he found that Xiril had regained consciousness from the neck up. He probably understood Zhou Yu's intentions and did not resist taking the medicine, so he simply didn't do it anymore. Although it will be a bit strenuous to take the breathing aid, since I have recovered, of course it is better to exercise as soon as possible.

Cyril had no objection to his arrangement at all, but when he got closer, his eyes turned and fell on his fingers tied with white bandages, and then his eyes sank for a moment.

"Huh? Oh, this." Following his gaze, Zhou Yu glanced at the wound on his finger and said, "It will heal in one go, it's not a serious injury."

It's really not, it's just that Zhou Yu did it too late last night and was so tired that he saved his energy and didn't bother to find grass to do it for himself.But after explaining, a thought suddenly flashed into Zhou Yu's mind.

He thought of the abnormal tiger last night, looked at the automatic version of the silver stick on the table, and Cyril, who was obviously not expressing his emotions smoothly, and blinked.

He suddenly seemed to have figured out something in his mind. Could it be that all of this is the care given to him by the half-mute general in front of him...?

That was quite a roundabout way.

But no matter whether he was out of gratitude or something else, Zhou Yu felt... very heartwarming.

He hasn't experienced this feeling of being cared for for a long time, but after arriving at the Clinton Palace, it seems to suddenly become more frequent.

He lowered his head and glanced, only to see that Cyril had already consciously started to drink the medicine, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Just like that, Zhou Yu suddenly felt that this personality is actually quite fun, and with his appearance... Apart from his rather heaven-defying physique, he didn't have the airs of an admiral who was difficult to get along with as he imagined.

Admiral.

Thinking of these two words, Zhou Yu's eyes suddenly darkened, and he immediately withdrew all his thoughts, sat back on the high chair and began to seriously consider the automatic silver stick.