[Pirates] 800 days of eating poor eagle eyes

Hawkeye will go out for half a month to buy things.

"Bon voyage~" Perona lay on the sofa, waving her hands without raising her head.

She is no longer clamoring to go here and there with him, and sailing has long ceased to be attractive to her --- hot sun, cold night, and rainstorm , the two-week sea trip was obviously a chore.

After half a month, Hawkeye came back.

When he came back at three o'clock in the morning, the castle was quiet, he didn't turn on the light, but turned the handle silently, the door opened, and walked in directly.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, with the moonlight coming in from the window, her little face was flushed from sleeping, and there was still a pillow between her legs.

Serene and quiet, and willingly soft when approached.

Looking at it makes people can't help raising the corners of their mouths.

Hawkeye hung up his hat and coat, took off the black knife and stood it by the wall.At the same time, his gaze has been lingering vaguely.

—— It has been a few seconds since he came in, but the other party is still sleeping.

What kind of vigilance is this?

Hawkeye walked to the bed, looked at her for a while, and let his whole body exude a murderous look.

This kind of malice is enough to make people feel that they are in danger and passively awake.

Perona on the bed really moved. She shivered, closed her eyes and scratched something on the bed with one hand, then touched the quilt and stopped, pulled her body hard, and covered her head.

"........."

Hawkeye took a cold (sha) breath, stood there for a while, sighed slightly, then leaned over and kissed her bangs lightly.

He took out his pajamas, closed the closet door lightly, changed into them, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down lightly.

Four hours later, Hawkeye got up to make breakfast.

Perona usually lingers on the bed for a while before getting up, and stretches a few waists. Today, she was attracted by the aroma of roasted bacon and fried eggs. She rubbed her eyes and got up, and walked automatically to the kitchen, and then saw Hawkeye busy. .

"You're back!" she said in surprise.

The man responded with a "hmm" and handed over a glass of warm water. Perona took it with both hands and drank it happily on the spot.

Hawkeye glanced at her.

"Perona, have you been out while I'm gone?"

"Huh? No, why ask this?"

"The cooking utensils have not been moved except for the kettle and the rice cooker, and the oil and salt have not been reduced at all. May I ask how you spent the past two weeks? Did you hide instant non-staple food behind my back? Or snacks?"

"..." Perona suddenly felt guilty, and her eyes began to flicker.

But she still maintained her momentum and shouted like a loser: "Isn't it Mihawk?! You want to go to heaven? Why don't you change your career to be a detective? I eat instant noodles, popcorn and potato chips. Is it obvious...Anyway, I have been very happy for the past half month, and the time has passed by in a flash~~"

"Don't you know how to cook? You should know that junk food is not nutritious."

Perona folded her arms and turned her head: "Huh, cat food is also a nutritionally balanced and high-quality formula. Doesn't Brooke still like to eat canned fish with excessive salt and preservatives? I like snacks, and you don't care."

"I can control it, your health is my happiness."

"..." Perona was startled, and then covered her mouth, "I didn't expect you to say such things, I really want to laugh, heh heh heh heh..."

"I didn't expect that you could eat junk food for two weeks straight. Among all the living animals in the world, there is no one more absurd than you." Hawkeye's expression was very unhappy, "From Starting today, you give me three months of snacks, and from now on, I can only eat them on weekends, and they are limited."

"Ah? Why?! I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it!" Perona shook her head desperately when she heard the words, defending her rights to the death, "Life is about enjoying life! Instead of regretting that you didn't eat what you wanted, If the person who wanted to be beaten didn’t succeed, it’s better to seize the opportunity now, maybe tomorrow a flower pot will fall from the sky and smash me to death!”

It is impossible to smash a flowerpot to death, and knowledge and knowledge are not decorations.

"Really?" Hawkeye didn't listen to her sophistry, and casually pointed out the window, "How many baboons are there in the field?"

The baboons have learned to be self-sufficient following Hawkeye, and now they take shifts every day to weed and catch insects in the cultivated land transformed from the ancient battlefield.

Perona looked out of the window in the direction of his finger, squinted her eyes, and there were a few fuzzy black spots moving in the field.

She thought that Hawkeye was testing her arrogance, showing off her knowledge.

"Six!" A few seconds later, Perona said proudly again, "How is it? You haven't regressed?" Then she eagerly hoped to be praised.

"Six indeed," Hawkeye nodded, "but this distance doesn't require arrogance."

Perona's heart skipped a beat.

Hawkeye judged her coldly: "You are short-sighted, and the TV and handicrafts have been stopped for three months."

"Do not!!!!!!"

Perona made a fuss, and almost rolled on the spot, but the ruthless Hawkeye remained indifferent, and did not arouse a trace of compassion.

She pouted angrily, folded her arms and turned her head: "Hmph, I want to see how you stop me, even if you lock up the snacks and fabrics, I can get them! I can even get the key to the dungeon of Hive Island." Steal it, my ghost is omnipotent, hum!"

Hawkeye quietly listened to Perona's "declaration of war" and said, "Let me ask you, are these demands for your own good or for my own?"

"...Half of it is for me, but half of it is for yourself! It was said on TV——he is good for me, so-and-so Kidney Treasure... Bah, it is everyone who is good is really good..." Perona said stubbornly.

Hawkeye stared at her, nodded, and left.

Hawkeye picked a room at random, sealed the windows, and hired someone to make a two-ton door out of gray iron. The price was expedited, and it was delivered the next morning, and then replaced.

Then, in front of Perona, she threw in all kinds of crochet fabrics and snacks she bought at some time, plus the remote control and CD of the phone bug.

Finally, close the door.

There was no lock and no key.

Because it is not needed.

——With Perona's strength, she couldn't push it away even if she was exhausted.

That is, the so-called [Gate of Trials].

Perona was dumbfounded by this operation.

Apart from being dumbfounded, he also deeply felt the contempt from Hawkeye.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she decided to exercise her strength. She found the dumbbells and hoops that Sauron had used at the beginning, and with a small angry flame burning above her head, she began to work hard.

Isn't it just two tons! ?Stinky Hawkeye, you wait for me!

And that night, due to Perona's lack of exercise, she was overloaded all of a sudden, so——

The muscle is pulled.

Hawkeye looked at the aggrieved and sobbing Perona with black lines all over his head, completely speechless.She turned around silently, went to the refrigerator to get ice cubes, applied ice on her part, and then smeared medicinal wine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.Now it's dinner time, and Hawkeye still has to feed Perona, who is currently unable to lift her rice bowl and struggles to bend her arms, spoon by spoon.

Feed two, take out a tissue from the paper drawer, and wipe her tears.

"Woooooooo... I'm so unfortunate and miserable, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

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