Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that the doll was taken away, the faces of the group changed again and again, and they took a few steps away from Song Xi calmly, keeping a safe distance.

Especially the male and female protagonists are old people who have experienced many instances, and their performance is particularly obvious.

The appearance of such props in the dungeon is almost inseparable from death. Everyone looked at Song Xi in unison, with pity and pity on his face, young, pitiful, and lamentable.

Obviously a little fool who doesn't know anything, but inexplicably gets involved in this life-and-death game, it's like a century-old problem with no solution.

Song Xi was forced to receive a bunch of sympathetic looks, but he could only hold the doll and smile like a mentally retarded.

Human beings are always like this. When the fear of the unknown is transferred from oneself to others, they will feel that life and death are nothing more than this.

The muscular man instantly relaxed after being tense all morning. He gave Song Xi a condescending look, turned around and pulled his girlfriend towards the dining table, "Honey, let's find something to eat first."

Everyone's stomachs were already growling with hunger, and as the two walked away, the rest of them walked away one after another.

For a while, only Song Xi and Qiao Zizhen were left at the door.

Qiao Zizhen came over to pull him, his expression and posture were very similar to those of a parent coaxing a child, but the words that came out of his mouth were not pleasant, "Little fool, is the doll cute?"

Song Xi looked down, the corner of the baby's mouth was grinning abnormally, which was scary no matter how you looked at it.

He was tired of swearing, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He stuffed the doll into his bosom, out of sight.

"Cuckoo-"

The voices rang clearly in the ears of the two of them, one after another.

Song Xi touched his stomach subconsciously, it was empty and hungry.

"Hey!" Qiao Zizhen couldn't help laughing, and touched the tip of Song Xi's ear, "How can you be so cute?"

Song Xi shook his head, his voice sounded aggrieved: "Hungry."

Hehe, I'm hungry, let's figure it out!

system:"……"

The mentally handicapped is just that capable.

A group of people over there came to talk, and they found fresh bread and fruit in the kitchen, just enough to fill their stomachs.

Song Xi was dragged into the room, when passing by the dining table, everyone looked on indifferently, no one made a sound, Qiao Zi was really addicted to the show, carefully looked at the food on the dining table, wanted to eat but dared not speak, In the end, he was dejected and chose to go back to the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Qiao Zi really showed her true colors. She moved her sore neck and took the doll in Song Xi's hand and placed it beside the bed. The doll's eyes were facing the pillow. The little fool who was groaning with hunger, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Xi pointing at himself foolishly: "Are you asking me?"

Kind of cute.

Qiao Zi really resisted the urge to rub his head, and asked again: "Yes, is there anything you want to eat?"

Song Xi thought about it distressedly, and finally understood, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and jumped up happily, automatically lowering his IQ to a negative number: "Yangyang can eat whatever he wants! Do you have everything you want! Happy !"

"Hmm." Qiao Zizhen raised his jaw, "Speak."

Song Xi: "I want to eat a full feast of Man and Han."

"...?" Qiao Zizhen's smile froze on his face, and he looked at him suspiciously.

Song Xi owed a beating: "Hee hee."

Onlookers' system: "Damn it, you're mentally retarded, you're gone."

Song Xi ignored him, he didn't understand the system, and his perverted thinking was very understandable.

Sure enough, Qiao changed his state and was stunned for about ten seconds. The air stagnated with him, and disappeared in the next moment.

He laughed backwards and forwards, as if he had heard some big joke, he was so happy that he couldn't help himself, after a long time, he slowly stopped laughing, wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes, and put his hands on Song Xi's face Rubbing, wandering to the neck: "Hey, change to another."

Ha ha.

Song Xi gestured the middle finger in his heart, perverted is perverted, threatening people if they disagree.

But people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Song Xi compromised, and changed to a simpler one, with an innocent face: "Stinky tofu mixed with durian, is it okay?"

"..."

Thinking of that smell, Qiao Zizhen's face instantly turned black, and he felt disgusted, "Change another one!"

"Ah..." Song Xi nodded regretfully, felt aggrieved, and clasped his fingers to retreat, "Then, let's add dragon liver, phoenix gall and bear's paw."

"..." I couldn't laugh.

The air is silent.

After a long while, when Song Xi thought he was going to be angry, Qiao Zizhen sighed, with a little helplessness and connivance, he reached out to grab the curled hair on Song Xi's head.

"Little fool, stop making trouble."

Suddenly, Song Xi's heart beat, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest, he went crazy, just at that moment, he actually saw Wu Bei's shadow on Qiao Biantai.

Crazy, really crazy.

He was a little apprehensive, and poked at the system, "System, he can't be Wu Bei, right?"

The system bluntly said: "He is just the data created by the operation of the small world."

That's right, Song Xi couldn't tell what he was feeling, and suddenly he was not in the mood to make a fuss. He almost blurted out the phrase "I want to eat noodles", and then choked it back, and replaced it with: "Egg fried rice."

This person is not Wu Bei, and he can't make the noodles he wants.

Feeling the obvious low atmosphere, Qiao Zizhen twitched his brows, the little fool was fine before, so what the hell is he trying to do?

It doesn't matter, Qiao Zizhen snapped his fingers, and a plate appeared in his hand. The plate was full of golden-yellow egg fried rice. The eggs were distinct and full of fragrance.

Song Xi had already passed the hunger, coupled with the sudden depression, he had no appetite at all, so he put it down after a few mouthfuls.

As soon as the spoon landed on the plate, there was a shiver on the back, and it was cold.

Qiao Zizhen's dark voice rang in his ears: "I have to finish eating, I don't like wasted children."

Song Xi's hand holding the spoon froze, angrily: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore!"

Qiao Zizhen: "You can."

Song Xi: "I don't!"

"you can."

"I..." Song Xi stopped abruptly, his eyeballs were shaken by the silver knife, and he swallowed, "I, I can!"

10 minute later.

Song Xi put down the spoon, rubbed his swollen belly, slumped on the seat like a dead fish, and kept muttering: "No, no, no..."

Looking at the clean plate, Qiao Zi was really satisfied, so he slowly put away the knife he was playing with and took the plate away.

Looking up at Song Xi again, his mouth was full of oil, and there was a grain of yellow-orange rice on his mouth, which completely fit his personality.

Qiao Zizhen has always been very enthusiastic about interesting things. Seeing Song Xi's stupid look, he didn't feel impatient at all. He took out a napkin and wiped it patiently for him.

Uncle Song Xi enjoyed the treatment as well, and was so leisurely that he almost sang a ditty, Qiao Zizhen suddenly leaned in front of him like a ghost, with a half smile on his face, and a tone that could not be refused, with a bit of a bad taste: "Little fool, you can eat as much as you want!" You are full, should you work for me now?"

The author has something to say: making glutinous rice cakes has become rough! (I've been waiting for a long time, why no friends praised the cover for its beauty) Akimbo.jpg