[Hunter] Which is the best dead house technology

The black-haired child tightly frowned and nestled on the soft bed, as if he was having a nightmare, his little face wrinkled and huddled together.Kicho sat on the edge of the bed, with no expression on his face half covered by the wide brim of his hat.She stretched out her hand to touch the child's forehead. The woman's fingers were long and slender, and her knuckles were white with bright red nail polish. Her hands slowly moved to the child's neck, pinching the child's tender tenderness in an extremely relaxed manner. fragile neck.Her eyes flickered like a stormy sea, but finally returned to calm.The woman squeezed her fingers together, her red nails almost pierced the neck of the sleeping child with blood.

The child, who had been motionless all this time, twitched all over his body.

Ki Qiu quickly retracted his hand as if frightened.She lowered her head and stared at the child, and the child's eyelashes moved slightly.

"...Absurd?"

The child opens his eyes.The black eyes disintegrated into an inorganic appearance.He seemed to be stunned for a long time before he focused his gaze on Kiqiu.He blinked, as if confused for a moment, and then called: "Mom."

"Get up when you wake up. Being in a coma is a trouble for beating the enemy family." Kiqiu spoke very fast, as if he was trying to restrain some incredible impulse, "Miji will soon It’s about four years old, remember that it’s very annoying to remember that a child who is always causing trouble to father and elder brother is very annoying. This time I passed out because my elder brother took you to play, right? My elder brother is very busy and has to train all the time Training tasks, tasks, and taking care of Miji must not be done by my brother. Although my mother doesn’t want to interfere too much with Miji, my father’s intention is to let Miji develop freely. But Miji You must be a good child who doesn't make noise." She stood up and held up the hem of her skirt, "Mom is gone, just ask Luyin if you want anything."

Kiki's movements were as fast as a gust of wind.The child watched the woman's dress and skirt flutter away from the door, drawing a question mark in his mind with a splitting headache.His brain was stuffed full of sticky lumps, and he tried hard to find his own memories, but he couldn't find anything.Everything was sticky together, and he couldn't distinguish anything in it, probably because the barrage was so dense that it would dazzle a dog's eyes.The child tried to sit up with his elbows propped up, but his whole body was so sore that he couldn't move.He slowly raised his hand in front of his eyes—it was the hand of a young child, with a small and chubby appearance.He felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that it should be so.

"Master Mi Chi." The brown-black curly-haired maid in a black tuxedo came in and bowed to the lying child, "Master told me, if you wake up, you must get up and take your medicine."

A name flickered in the chaotic brain.

"Lu, Lu Yin?"

The maid nodded.Walk over and gently lift the child up, leaning against the pillow.Mi Ji's whole body was soft, he tilted his head halfway and watched Lu Yin pick up a bowl of black liquid that smelled strange, his brows could not help but frown tightly.Lu Yin is the maid who has been taking care of him since he was born, and Mi Ji suddenly knew how to resist her in a flash.Lu Yin took the medicine with a spoon and sent it to Mi Ji's mouth. The child turned his head, opened his mouth and was about to cry out - the tears were suffocated to the eye sockets, but at this moment, Mi Ji felt incomparable. uncomfortable.

Such a grown-up person still cries because he doesn't want to take medicine?Friends who know it must be able to laugh out their eight-pack abs, right? !

... But, isn't he only three years old?

After almost a moment of stalemate, Lu Yin was about to bite the bullet and face the young master's wailing, but saw the kid turn his head back with teary eyes, and said awkwardly: "Give me the medicine, I'll drink it myself!"

"But master—"

"Long-winded, didn't you hear what I said!"

My hands were so sore that I was trembling while holding the medicine bowl and felt like I was going to spill it.Lu Yin looked at him nervously, afraid that his young master would spill the medicine on the bed with a trembling hand.The child held the bowl seriously against his belly, buried his head in the bowl like a puppy, and licked it.The medicine was really bitter, he frowned and felt that his sense of taste was going to die.But at the same time, the feeling of incongruity is getting stronger and stronger in the bottom of my heart.

After a long while, Mi Ji raised his head and lit the bottom of the bowl as if showing off: "I drank it all up!"

"Yes, yes, the young master is super powerful." Lu Yin took the bowl with a sigh of relief, and wiped the corner of the child's mouth, "What will the young master do next?"

"I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

"Good young master, Luyin won't disturb you anymore. Please sleep peacefully, young master."

"But... Dad can't scold?"

Lu Yin was stunned. "No, the master said, the young master can play whatever he wants in the future. You don't have to do weight-bearing and other things."

Mi Ji reached out to pull the quilt, Lu Yin hurriedly carried the child into the quilt.The child lay down and buried himself in the quilt, only showing the top of his black, fluffy hair.He was holding the corner of the quilt with his hand, Lu Yin was about to leave after packing up his things, when he suddenly heard Mi Ji's muffled voice from under the quilt: "Is it okay to do nothing?"

"...Yes, Master Mi Chi is allowed, and it's okay to do nothing."

"I see, Lu Yin, you go back."

"Yes, sir."

He was surrounded by a great and empty panic.And the next moment he understood what this dissonance that had been lingering in his heart was all about.He wasn't supposed to be a child, and he didn't have any sense of familiarity with this environment.But he naturally blended in here.He remembered the things he should remember, such as knowing that the woman in the dress was his mother, and knowing that the woman in the black tuxedo was the maid Lu Yin—even though these cognitions seemed to be wrapped in a fog, he knew exactly what to say to them, So he did it as a matter of course.

But he doesn't understand the world, and he doesn't even have a clear idea of ​​the family he exists in.What is clear in my mind is what should be done and what cannot be done here, countless curiosity and labels posted one by one.This is the thought of a child, only the other is known from the perspective of the ego.But he himself should not have such a narrow cognition. Although he is afraid of society and strangers, he is still a teenager with normal cognition.

Mi Chi, who was huddled under the quilt, stared at his chubby little hands.Sleepiness came surging like a tide.

If you are a friend, you definitely don't have this kind of trouble.Because Jiyou has always firmly understood what kind of existence he should be, so he will not be disturbed.

But now, who am I?

Where is this place?

Consciousness fell silently like a light feather.

Stone training ground in the basement.

The moment Yilmi suddenly swayed to the left, Shiba's hand snapped off.A big crater was punched out of the stone wall, Shiba turned his head suddenly, and the expressionless face of the black-haired boy suddenly appeared behind him, at the moment of the attack, Shiba reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, turning back and throwing Il Mi He slammed it hard against the wall.The wall was hit with cracks and sank, and the bricks and stones fell down with a splash of lime.Yiermi dodged past Xiba without feeling the pain, the speed was so fast that there was no afterimage, and Xiba stood still.Moments later, a ruthless fist fell from the sky onto Xiba's face. Xiba fell back slightly, and at the same time pressed his elbow against the boy's abdomen, and quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist with his other hand to backhand him. With a twist, there was a crisp bone cracking sound.Yiermiti's leg then kicked against his father's reaction force and retreated more than ten meters away.His dislocated hand was hanging powerlessly by his side, but there was no trace of pain on his face.The boy coughed lightly, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned slightly, and in the next moment he could stretch out his sharp claws and scratch at the opposite man who was more than twice as strong.

His father put away his fighting spirit.

The boy looked at Shiba indifferently, stood up straight, held the joint of the dislocated right hand with his left hand and pressed it, after a slight sound of bones colliding, he raised his right hand several times, and looked at Shiba indifferently .

"Il fans, your fighting skills have not improved at all from a year ago." Sheba said, "The speed is much faster, but not fast enough, and you have too many flaws. If I were your enemy, you would have You're already dead. The moment you fail to kill an enemy, you've lost."

The black-haired boy stood there expressionless, and there was something brewing in his black inorganic eyes.

"How long can I stay still and carry out 'failure'?"

"Three hours, Dad."

"While dodging the ball and maintaining the 'send'?"

"42 minutes."

"That's right. Yiermi, that's your problem right now." Shiba looked at his eldest son, even when he was fighting, nothing could be reflected in those bottomless eyes.A born killer, Sheba thought.So he said, "You learned to read too early. You have been able to read since you were seven years old when you started to perform tasks alone. This makes you practice infinitely dependent thoughts. When you perform tasks, you are never pure. using fighting techniques, right?"

Yi Ermi tilted her head habitually: "It's very good to be able to use the nails. All the quest targets are too weak, and it's not interesting at all."

"Afterwards, I will increase the level of the task I give you to A. Under the premise of ensuring that you will not be discovered, you can try to fight, 'Ning', 'Liu', 'Jian', the task object I will give you will be Very good help to improve your ability."

"Thanks, Dad." The black cat was obviously a little happy. After a while, he asked as if he suddenly remembered something, "Ah, by the way, what about Miji? I can take care of his future training. He is very good at dissecting the human body." One hand, maybe there will be very interesting growth."

Shiba was silent for a while.

"Miji doesn't need to be trained."

"Oh?"

"You can train him, that's fine, but you can't use our method." Shiba looked into Yiermi's eyes and said, "Otherwise, your brother may die."

"Ah... so weak." Yi Ermi waved his hand and walked out, "I'm not interested in such a weak brother, forget it."

He looked a little unhappy.But it's clear that Il fans don't care much about something, even if they feel the joy of being in control of something.Il fans quickly put the jokes behind them and didn't care. Only when he saw the kid would he start to be confused about how to deal with the "brother". This concept is more like a mandatory Label.This situation lasted for two years, until Qi Ya was born, this leisurely and step-by-step black cat gradually and exactly felt what the so-called "brother" was to him.

The author has something to say:

Age setting problem, in the original book, Yi Ermi is 24 years old, Mi Ji is 18 years old, and Qi Ya is 12 years old.That is to say, there is a six-year age difference between Yi Ermi and Mi Ji, and the age difference between Mi Ji and Qi Ya is also six years.

I think it's better to write if the age gap between Il fans and Miji is widened.

So this BUG should be regarded as a willful fan setting by a stupid author. The age difference between Yiermi and Miji is seven, and the age difference between Miji and Qiya is five... Small adjustments are more cute, right! [Shut up and stop making excuses