Small saccharin

Zhuang Jiuxi, who only downloaded the broadcast late at night, lay lazily in the bathtub, his sore arms washed away by the warm water, he propped his eyelids, looking at the scenery of the rockery through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if he might fall asleep at any time The way it used to be.

I didn't fall asleep entirely because the fox ears on the top of my head were itchy.

It didn't take long for this thing to stop, and it popped up again.

Zhuang Jiuxi felt his ears itchy and hot, and the big tail behind him also patted in the bath irritably, splashing a series of water.

"It's so hot..."

But turning on the air conditioner at this time will make the cold worse.

He didn't even have any interest in taking a bath, and absent-mindedly thought about going out to find two pieces of ice to wrap his ears.

At this moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Ok?

Zhuang Jiuxi was keenly aware of something, sat up and looked around, and there seemed to be a black shadow flashing past the transparent door outside the bathroom, so fast that the naked eye could not fully capture it.

But Zhuang Xiaohu has the most sensitive radar for ghost-shaped air conditioners.

He jumped up quickly, put on his bathrobe and rushed out with bare feet, "Brother Ghost!!!"

Mr. Li Gui noticed that the little boy was about to leave when he was taking a bath. As usual, the ghostly figure gradually became transparent, and he left quietly without leaving a trace.

At the moment before the figure was completely transparent, there was a violent door opening in my ear: "Boom!"

The little boy accurately located his transparent ghost, rushed forward, and happily buried his head in the man's arms.

A hug warm enough to melt a ghost.

Mr. Li Gui's body froze.

"Brother Ghost!"

Zhuang Jiuxi felt the air around him getting colder and colder. Not only was he not afraid, but he tried his best to bow his head in happiness, and let out a voice of admiration: "It's so cool and comfortable... Aww!"

In the next second, he was roughly picked up from behind by a big hand with well-defined bones. He only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he was ruthlessly thrown on the sofa next to him.

The young man subconsciously hugged his big tail that was hurt by the fall, and looked at his golden thigh in a daze, "Brother Gui, you are a ghost now and you don't have allergies, why did you throw me out again!"

Mr. Li Gui stood far away, with a gloomy breath, and announced coldly: "Humans and ghosts are different. From now on, you and I will always keep this distance, and don't cross the boundary!"

When Zhuang Jiuxi heard this sentence, his face was shocked, like a bolt from the blue, and he asked in disbelief: "Brother Gui, what are you talking about? Who is so vicious, who separated the deep relationship between us, and made you feel bad for me?" Is there a gap?"

Mr. Ghost: ...?

He looked at this emotional expression with a distressed expression and was still crying and accusing himself of being a scumbag, a young man, he couldn't help feeling a little bit confused for a moment, and even wondered if he really had a problem with his memory?

Where did the deep feelings come from between them?

This kid is talking nonsense.

So when Zhuang Jiuxi tried to jump over to act like a baby, he encountered ruthless suppression again.

Mr. Li Gui decided to let the little boy calm down, not to have impulsive and wrong feelings just because he had been blessed several times in the ghost house.

hurt himself.

Zhuang Jiuxi watched helplessly as the ghostly shadow disappeared into the air, leaving him alone in a mess.

"Where's my golden thigh... so he left?"

The male protagonist named Zhuang Qiqiu hugged his head in pain, wondering why his ghost air conditioner and his portable grandfather still had trouble with him?

He has never seen this kind of operation in other starting points!

One person, one ghost, and chicken talk to ducks, while being immersed in their own logic, falling into deep entanglement.

Since there was no good ghost brother as an air conditioner, Zhuang Jiuxi's ears were itchy and hot, and he didn't fall asleep in a daze until the early morning.

This also caused him to stay in bed.

In a vicious cycle, anchor Zhuang only got up to broadcast live in the afternoon, and his condition was very bad, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

With YG's cooperative promotion, his live broadcast room has a lot of traffic recently, it is posted on the front page every day, and the number of fans has increased a lot, and there are naturally many passers-by with unknown affiliations.

[What little prince of frying pan, isn't it just a marketing account push, it must be an advertisement for buying, why do people still have real feelings? 】

Some little sisters who had just become fans of Zhuang Jiuxi were very angry when they heard the words, and they defended them one after another: [Do you have evidence to speculate on others so maliciously? 】

[We just like Zhuangzhuang, so what's wrong with our true feelings? 】

In the end, anchor Zhuang said confidently: "It was originally an advertisement that I bought. I even brought YG's new pot to show you. If it wasn't for the advertisement, I would be in trouble."

Bar fine:? ? ?

New fans: ? ? ? ? ?

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at them as if they had never seen the world, couldn't help sighing, and said seriously: "Just to give some science to the new netizens, the anchor standing in front of you is named Zhuang Jiuxi , is a veritable poor ratio.

I'm not muddy at all, and I'm divorced from high-level tastes, and I want to be full of copper smell, which is probably what it looks like. "

Evil bamboo shoots: 【Laughing, as the saying goes, Zhuang Jiuxi's greed for money is well known to passers-by, probably that's what it means. 】

【Welcome the righteous people to quickly pick up his black material and beat him to death. We will always support you! 】

Zhuang Jiuxi confessed to his greed for money, and he was frank and shameless.

The proverb of a certain netizen said it well: Life is full of business opportunities, and poor gods can also form cps with money!

Zhuang Qiongshen will never admit defeat!

When it comes to YG's wok commercial, he is of course embarrassed to go on salted fish. Zhuang Jiuxi thought for a while and suggested: "Let's continue to make Mala Tang today?"

"Homemade mala tang is actually very simple.

First put the fish balls, shrimp balls, fat beef and vegetables into the pot and cook, then adjust the ingredients according to the correct ratio, and finally pour them together. "

As Zhuang Jiuxi said, he poured the skillful favorite vegetables into the pot, put water in and covered it, and set the alarm.

He also took the time to glance at the anchor room.

The evil shoots are frantically posting bullet screens, and they also use one sentence to refresh the screen in a tacit understanding:

[The anchor's frying pan is a professional operation, ordinary people should not imitate this dangerous action! 】

[The anchor's frying pan is a professional operation, ordinary people should not imitate this dangerous action! 】

[The anchor's frying pan is a professional operation, ordinary people should not imitate this dangerous action! 】

"..." It's really bad, this is the prediction that he will definitely blow up the pot!

"It's just cooking some vegetables, let's see what you guys are making a fuss about!"

Zhuang Jiu analyzed with confidence, he made up his mind to slap these unscrupulous bamboo shoots in the face, he stood guard in the kitchen and waited for it, and turned off the fire as soon as the alarm bell rang, and strictly did not stop for a minute.

goo go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go...

Under the attention of everyone, Zhuang Jiuxi lifted the lid of the pot, and as the white mist slowly dissipated, the cooked meatballs and vegetables came into view instantly.

No fryer and no overcooking!

Zhuang Jiuxi sneered, looking elated at the camera, "Did you see it? Did you see it? Who dares to say that I am the little prince of frying pan? Today I will be enthroned as king, do you understand! The history of frying pan has come to an end !"

A barrage popped up suddenly: [The pot king. 】

[Fryer Star Pot King! 】

Zhuang Jiuxi's face darkened, and he quickly silenced these two evil shoots, as a warning to others.

The others really didn't dare to do it again.

Without any disappointing comments, Zhuang Jiuxi was in a good mood. He took out the seasoning mixed with sesame paste, onion, ginger, garlic and sparkling water, poured it all into the pot, and then stirred it carefully, and soon a delicious smell came over his face.

Full color and flavor.

【It looks delicious...】

[I'm hungry after watching it! 】

Zhuang Jiuxi fished out a bowl of Malatang, and said with a smile: "Then I'm not going to be polite. If you are really greedy, you can order takeaway, but basically it is impossible to make it as good as my bowl... Ugh... ...!"

The meatballs entered the mouth, before they even had time to chew, a soaring sour taste was transmitted from the taste buds to the nerves.

Zhuang Jiuxi's head twitched, and he retched instantly, "Ugh...yue...!!!"

【…】

[The Pot King is dead! ! ! 】

[Hahahahahahahahaha!It's okay for the pot king to ascend the throne for 30 seconds and die on the spot! 】

"Ugh!" Zhuang Jiuxi rinsed his mouth with water and explained to the camera, "I put too much sparkling wine and vinegar... hiccup...vomit!!!"

He burped, and the sour smell that had just been suppressed reached Tianling Gai again, Zhuang Jiuxi twitched all over and rolled his eyes.

Hey!

What kind of dark cooking is he doing!

Zhuang Jiuxi's current appearance is tragic and funny.

Everyone couldn't help but feel distressed while hahahaha, and soon there was a wave of rewards, among which "I just have the throne" directly rewarded 3000 yuan, asking him to buy another Luna figure Comfort yourself.

The system beep sounded.

Zhuang Jiuxi was dying to vomit, but when he heard the words, he immediately climbed up from under the cupboard, and he didn't know where the strength came from: "Thank you brother for the three seafood feasts, my father, the gold master, I love you!"

Evil bamboo shoots: "..."

[Brother Emperor, don't get me wrong, he is obviously not kissing you, but kissing his little money. 】

[Qianzhuang szd (true)]

Late at night, darkness enveloped the entire valley.

The ghostly figure quietly appeared in the courtyard, and he went straight to the backyard, but before he was about to step in, he was blocked by a transparent barrier.

The man's handsome face was gloomy and cold, his purple pupils were infested with violent aura, and the cold and stern aura around him became more intense, and his big bony hand was pressing on the barrier, ready to force it.

He has waited for many years, and now he is impatient. Even if he dies together, he still wants to break the barrier that has been restrained for a long time.

"Cough...cough..."

A low cough sound seemed to come over, short and hoarse, and the sound of rustling paper and pen seemed to be mixed together vaguely.

Only one human in the entire manor can make this sound.

Li Gui's movements paused slightly, his brows slowly furrowed.

His rationality told him that there were more important things to do and that he didn't need to pay attention to humans, but before his rationality dominated his brain, his figure had already moved towards the source of the sound without a sound.

In the study.

The young man was wearing a thin shirt, his face was pale and his lips were blue, his expression was weak, as if he had suffered a serious illness, his finger holding the electronic pen was so hard that his fingers turned blue, but he was still immersed in his own world , kept sketching on the tablet.

Li Gui stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the portrait on the screen. The ghostly figure under the gazebo looked so familiar, which made his soul shake.

……It's him.

The boy is so sick that he is still painting him.

Is this the hot and sincere love of human beings?

The chaotic hostility in Li Gui's eyes quietly faded away, replaced by a more complex emotion, surprise, bewilderment, and even a touch of emotion.

"cough……"

The young man coughed and his fingers trembled slightly, causing the color of his pen to shift in the same direction.

Zhuang Jiuxi tried to wipe it with trembling fingers, but he couldn't find the right position. In the end, he could only give up temporarily and lay down on the table powerlessly.

As he was dying, he thought, why Brother Gui hasn't come yet...

At night, he was so disgusted by his own dark cooking that his internal organs were about to be vomited out. For his bitter plan, Zhuang Jiuxi continued to paint with this miserable appearance, in order to let his golden thigh see his sincerity ah!

Yes, he figured it out, it must be because the golden thighs blessed him too many times, but he didn't get anything in return, so he felt dissatisfied!

So Zhuang Jiuxi specially arranged a bitter plan to let his grandfather see how he has paid for him, so that people will be moved, and he will continue to make his own amulet + air conditioner...

But, Brother Ghost, is he still coming today?

Zhuang Jiuxi now feels that it is hard to breathe, and he really can't bear it if Brother Gui doesn't come...!

Thinking of this, a shadow suddenly enveloped the top of his head.

ghost brother!

The boy turned around immediately with surprise on his face, but his weak body couldn't help shaking, and then fell outwards.

Then...he fell into the arms of Mr. Li Gui.

The ghost trembled slightly, his body stiffened, but he didn't push him away in the end.

Satisfied, Zhuang Jiuxi put his ears into the arms of the air conditioner, and the icy cold breath moved him so much that he almost cried.

The bitter trick succeeded.

The starting point hero finally touched his golden thighs!

The author has something to say:

Zhuang Jiuxi (passionately): He is my golden thigh, I want to impress him, and then let him take me to dominate the world.

Mr. Li Gui (with mixed emotions): How could he love me so much... Human emotions are really hot.

Chickens talk to ducks, and sooner or later they overturn.