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When Zhang Jiu went downstairs, the car sent by the army happened to be parked downstairs, and the rest of the special department had already boarded the car.

He had stayed up for three whole nights, and it was the time when his spirits were low, so he only nodded politely to the driver and stopped talking, opened the car door and sat in the back seat, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

The little girl holding the folder and several colleagues looked at each other, then cautiously approached Zhang Jiu and said in a low voice, "Master Jiu, the information of these people..."

"...information?" Zhang Jiu was stunned for a moment before remembering, and opened his eyes, "Is it the information of those in the special forces?"

"Yeah." The little girl responded, her eyes lit up, "I probably checked, all of them have made military achievements, Yi Shui'er's neck is full of legs! He looks very handsome in military uniform! "

"There are legs under the neck?" Zhang Jiu took the file and flipped through it, with a smile on his lips, "How about it, which one do you like?"

"No, I appreciate it, appreciate it!"

Zhang Jiu closed the folder, "That's good, don't waste your energy for nothing, because we can't pick any of the people here."

"Ah?" The little girl looked puzzled, "Why are they not good enough?"

"Okay, of course they are very good." Zhang Jiu said calmly, "But what is good on the surface is not the best." He gave the little girl a meaningful look, "We are going this time, just Pick a 'good' they've been hiding."

The little girl blinked her eyes and thought for a while, before she said: "Oh, those trump cards can't be seen casually, so they can't be put on the bright side. We're going to pick the trump cards this time, right?"

"Correct."

The young man sitting in the co-pilot adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "But Mr. Jiu... Since it's a trump card, can you lend it to our department casually?"

Zhang Jiu chuckled, "If you don't want to borrow it, just grab it." He said it lightly, as if snatching someone from the special forces is a natural thing to breathe.

The people in the special department had long been accustomed to Zhang Jiu's tone, and they had an unconditional confidence in Zhang Jiu, but the little driver driving in front shook his hands and almost didn't drive onto the green road.

The car bumped, and Zhang Jiu was shaken to the side window. The driver apologized again and again. Zhang Jiu waved his hand at him to show that he was okay, rubbed his shoulders and said thoughtfully: "It seems that it is not suitable to go out today..."

The young man sitting in the front seat turned to look at him: "Master Jiu, shall we still go?"

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about me," Zhang Jiu smiled slightly, "I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster today... But I made a fortune before, saying that I should meet someone today... That's all, let's go."

The little girl on the side asked curiously: "Meet someone? Did Master Jiu figure out who that person is? Could it be Hongluan Xingdong?"

Zhang Jiu smiled, "You want to know?"

The little girl covered her face: "I don't want to know anything!"

All the people in the car suddenly laughed.

Zhang Jiu also smiled slightly, and his smile seemed to be always restrained, and he never laughed out loud, but... Zhang Jiu stretched out his index finger and rubbed his lips lightly: the person he calculated was specially here to restrain him. His, at Zhang Jiu's age, he has never met such a person who overwhelms him just by looking at the hexagrams. How can he be reconciled if he doesn't meet for a while?

The military area where the Imperial Capital Special Forces is located happened to have a temporary training today. When they passed by, only a few civilian clerks were left to receive them. Everyone in the special department could only sit in the reception room and wait. Zhang Jiu was not in a hurry and leaned on the sofa He dozed off, but he was just a little tired, when there was a sudden noise in his ears, the sound of hurried footsteps mixed with the sound of conversation sounded outside the door, a clerk stood up: "He team and the others are back Already?" The rest of the people also stood up, with undisguised joy on their faces.

Zhang Jiu slightly opened his eyelids and glanced at the door, only a flash of army green flashed in his eyes, he frowned subconsciously, and almost immediately stood up and ran to the door, he ran too fast, I just bumped into the person pushing the door. Zhang Jiu would have been able to avoid it in the past, but today I was extremely exhausted, and I accidentally bumped into the opponent's shoulder patch. The cold metal flashed across the corner of my eye, almost immediately There was a faint bloodstain.

The visitor was also taken aback, grabbed his arms to stabilize Zhang Jiu's figure, and then asked, "Sorry, are you okay?"

Zhang Jiu wiped it with his fingertips, looked at the bright red spots on his fingertips, sighed slightly, and answered the question: "It really is... a bloody disaster."

The clerk at the side hurried over: "Captain He, this is Mr. Zhang Jiuzhang from the special department; Mr. Zhang, this is the captain of our brigade, He Zhao."

He Zhao knew that the Special Section was going to borrow someone from the Special Forces, so he took half a step back, and nodded towards Zhang Jiu as a greeting: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Jiu also looked at him, with a bit of exploration and scrutiny in his eyes: "Captain He."

The young man in front of him had clear and handsome eyes, and looked at him almost unabashedly and politely. However, although the other party looked a little condescending, he had a red nose and the corners of his eyes that were swollen with pain like a kitten. tears, but no matter how you look at it, you can't get annoyed.

Aware of his impolite thoughts, He Zhao coughed lightly, "I'm really sorry."

It was only at this moment that Zhang Jiu finally looked away. He said "um", and said, "I wonder if Captain He is free now? I want to talk to you about this secondment." The tone of his speech was not really polite.

Thinking that two of the people who are going to be seconded are from his brigade, He Zhao nodded in agreement, and looked into Zhang Jiu's eyes pointingly: "Go to the infirmary first?"

Zhang Jiu smiled: "No, I can take care of this little injury myself."

He Zhao didn't want to force the other party, but seeing that the blood from the wound on the corner of Zhang Jiu's eye hadn't stopped, he frowned immediately: "No, go to the infirmary." There was a bit of commanding force in the words, He Zhao I didn't realize the tone was wrong, but Zhang Jiu gave him an unhappy look: "Then let's go." After saying that, he turned his head and walked out. He obviously didn't know the way, but instead walked confidently. The special forces all looked at each other in blank dismay.

His unquestionable attitude also made He Zhao stunned for a moment, but the latter did not raise any objections, and chased after him a few steps and walked out side by side with him.

He Zhao's attitude made the corners of Zhang Jiu's mouth slightly widen: He looks pretty good at the moment, but he doesn't think he has the ability to put it on his head, right?

The doctor on duty in the infirmary was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Jiu's wound. It stands to reason that such a small wound can heal quickly without hemostasis, but the scratch on the corner of Zhang Jiu's eye is like a long stream of water, very slowly But blood was indeed oozing out continuously.

Guessing that the other party might have such a physique, the doctor took out gauze iodine to give him a simple hemostasis, Zhang Jiuyi raised his hand, "Wait a minute," he said, and took out a small paper bag, "Please use this."

The doctor looked down and smiled: "Mao candles? We rarely see these things when we don't go out to work." He took the small paper bag in Zhang Jiu's hand and said to He Zhao: "He team is not mean enough. Ah, this gentleman is used to taking medicine at first glance, there is no need to find me here."

He Zhao also knows the hairy candle. It grows in wetlands. It is produced in many places in China. It is very effective in stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis. Sometimes they get injured on missions and have no medicinal use, so they will find it by themselves.

He Zhao was slightly stunned, and looked down at Zhang Jiu, who was sitting on a chair, meeting his gaze, and blinked, as if to say: Look, I told you that you don't need to come here.

This move was a bit childish, and He Zhao felt inexplicably that this Zhang Jiuda had been waiting to light up the hairy candles at this moment to prove that his actions were redundant from the moment he left the house...however, he looked a little deliberately to himself Do you mean like throwing in the towel?

But, has he dealt with this Zhang Jiu before?He Zhao was suspicious, but his face was calm. Just as Zhang Jiu was about to say more, his face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold down his lower abdomen. He Zhao frowned after just one glance: "Stomach pain?"

Zhang Jiu rubbed his stomach vigorously, his face relaxed a bit: "Small problem."

The doctor on duty put the gauze on, saw tiny beads of sweat oozing from Zhang Jiu's forehead, and asked, "Do you need some medicine?"

"of course."

"Need not."

Two voices sounded at the same time, and the doctor couldn't laugh or cry: "Who are you?"

It is difficult for He Zhao to ensure a regular diet when he is out on missions, but as long as conditions permit, He Zhao will never let his subordinates go hungry or even suffer from stomach problems. The body is the capital of the revolution. Everyone knew it, so they subconsciously felt that Zhang Jiu should also take some medicine.

Zhang Jiu waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just that I didn't eat breakfast, and I don't need to take medicine for this minor illness—"

"Then go eat some hot porridge."

"No, I'll be fine after a while." Zhang Jiu stretched out his hand and gently pressed the gauze at the corner of his eyes, "We still have to talk about this secondment."

"Talk while eating." Without saying a word, He Zhao grabbed Zhang Jiu's wrist and walked towards the cafeteria. The latter tried to struggle, but He Zhao's hands locked him tightly like an iron hoop. I can't get rid of it at all.

The doctor on duty slowly packed his iodine bottle and scissors and gauze, without raising his head, he said, "Go away, both of you."

Since he couldn't break free, Zhang Jiu stopped doing useless work. Instead, He Zhao let go first: "...Sorry."

Zhang Jiu moved his wrist, and he was secretly measuring the level of He Zhao in his heart. His movement of breaking free just now seemed to be disorderly, but in fact there was hidden spiritual power in his wrist, and ordinary people couldn't hold it at all, but He Zhao didn't seem to notice it at all. Sure, based on this point alone, Zhang Jiu couldn't help but look up to him a little bit, so he cleared his throat and took the initiative to break the silence: "What does Captain He think of the seconded personnel this time?"

He Zhao didn't know that his status in Zhang Jiu's heart was a little higher, and he also felt that his actions were too rude. Zhang Jiu looked like a frail scholar, and he was not his soldier. It was very attractive to think so strong Disgusted, seeing Zhang Jiu take the initiative to speak at this moment, he immediately searched for two good words to praise his team members, and the cooperation with the special department was regarded as pediatrics in the eyes of these special forces, and it was expected that the work content should be relatively easy. In his eyes, this was just a chance to give his soldiers a chance to rest.

However, he is used to being picky on weekdays, and it is difficult for him to suddenly ask He Zhaolai to praise others, and also to make outsiders satisfied. Therefore, when Zhang Jiu raised his head, he saw him muttering silently with a slight frown between his brows. , I just felt inexplicable for a while, and secretly wondered if the captain was under too much mental pressure?

He waited for a while and saw that He Zhao was silent, so he had to clear his throat to interrupt He Zhao's thoughts, and said, "Captain He, I have looked at all the people you recommended this time, and I must admit that they are all excellent. But it is not suitable for this secondment..."

He Zhao was slightly surprised. He already felt that he had given a great deal of face by lending this group of people out, but this person still thinks it's not suitable?He kept his face calm, and only asked, "Oh? Why?"

"They are excellent, but not the best." Zhang Jiu looked calm, "I am very worried about whether they can successfully complete the work content."

"Mr. Zhang can rest assured about this. I think you may not know them well enough. The candidates for secondment this time have all won awards in international competitions. You can take a closer look at their resumes and just use 'excellent' I'm afraid it's not enough to describe them."

Zhang Jiu smiled slightly and didn't refute. He just asked, "How is that compared to Captain He?"

He Zhao was not caught by him: "The ruler is short and the inch is strong. It is not objective to judge based on personal subjective judgment."

While talking, the two of them had arrived at the cafeteria. It wasn't time for meals at the moment, but for these special forces with irregular schedules, the master had always prepared some food. Seeing that the hot porridge was still warming on the stove, He Zhao asked for it One bowl, and two dishes of side dishes. Put the plate in front of Zhang Jiu. He himself came back from a mission and was hungry and didn't catch up to eat. Now it happened to be eaten together.

Holding the porridge bowl, Zhang Jiu looked up and saw He Zhao walking over with a bowl of beef noodles. He widened his eyes slightly, looked at the plate of pickled vegetables and pickled radish in front of him, and looked at He Zhao again. There was a large slice of beef as thick as a finger in the bowl, with a look on his face, "Is this how your special forces treat guests?"

Seeing the expression on his face, He Zhao gave a rare smile: "Your physical fitness is not good, so you can only eat some white porridge to keep you warm."

Saying that a man is "no", no matter what it is in any sense, is a kind of contempt for the other party. Zhang Jiuchao smiled at He Zhao, "Is Captain He interested in participating in this secondment mission?"

"I'm willing to help if needed."

Zhang Jiu silently took a sip of porridge, thinking that this time it is up to you, and then we will see who is "not good"!

On the contrary, the master chef at the side saw Zhang Jiu as a big man holding white porridge and eating green vegetables, it was really pitiful, he took a big spoon to scoop up a spoonful of bamboo shoots and beef stew and sent it to Zhang Jiu, Zhang Jiu thanked the big man Master, subconsciously glanced at He Zhao, who seemed a little helpless: "Eat."

"Yeah." Zhang Jiu nodded and stretched out his chopsticks, but as soon as the tip of the chopsticks touched the bamboo shoots, his face became stiff: I only ate beef, why did the person opposite agree? !

He was still thinking about the hexagram deduced a few days ago in his heart, and wanted to see if He Zhao was the person deduced from the hexagram, but the other party had already eaten a large bowl of beef noodles like a storm, Not even a drop of soup left.At this moment, this person was frowning slightly looking at Zhang Jiu's chopsticks that seemed to be glued to the bamboo shoots: "Picky eaters? It's not good to be picky eaters."

This slightly critical tone of kindergarten children made Zhang Jiu want to put down his chopsticks, but then he thought that if he really put down his chopsticks, he would be a child, so he gave up and picked a bamboo shoot and ate it, "Not picky eaters. "

He Zhao didn't seem to be able to see his gnashing of teeth, and just nodded solemnly: "It's good not to be picky about food."

He Zhao originally thought that Zhang Jiu would leave if he selected someone. As for the selection of people who did not meet the requirements of the special department, he only took it as a joke. It is precisely because of this that he suddenly received an order from his superiors a few days later to go to the special department. He was quite surprised, but the scene of Zhang Jiu blinking at him while wearing gauze came to his mind, which seemed a little funny for a while.

He shook the thin sheet of order in his hand and shook his head.

He Zhao joined the special department. On the first day he arrived there, Zhang Jiu came to welcome him. His attitude was quite enthusiastic, but He Zhao always felt that the other party held some inexplicable hostility and defensiveness towards him. There is no intersection, so he is a little puzzled by this feeling, and he is not used to twists and turns, so he said bluntly: "Is there any misunderstanding between Mr. Zhang and I?"

Zhang Jiu chuckled: "No. There is no misunderstanding at all." He has already confirmed that He Zhao is the person deduced from the hexagram, but he is unwilling. What kind of character is Zhang Jiu? People who have never met for half their lives are overwhelmed everywhere?

Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, He Zhao didn't force it. He just wanted to complete the task well and go back. He thought that he would never have the chance to deal with Zhang Jiu again.

But the plan can never keep up with the changes. After the completion of the first mission, He Zhao felt that his three views had been challenged to a certain extent. When he returned, He Zhao was able to grab the little ghost who was holding him against the office door without changing his face, and stuck a cinnabar talisman on his forehead.He no longer only regards Zhang Jiu as a childish young man. The calmness of the other party's handling of things makes it hard to confuse him with the person who grinds his teeth silently because there is only white porridge to drink, but it is undeniable What's more, no matter which side of Zhang Jiu, He Zhao can find it novel, and he can't help but focus on him.

However, Zhang Jiu's attitude towards He Zhao has gradually evolved from being bored at the first glance to paying attention to his movements at any time. There is no other reason. He Zhao is worthy of being the iron-blooded instructor of the special forces. His ability is too strong. What's more, after being in touch for a long time, the two people gradually developed a tacit understanding. Many times, Zhang Jiu didn't need to speak, but he could understand each other's meaning with just a look. He Zhao has already given too much trust, and sometimes he even feels that his deduction of hexagrams was wrong, maybe he is thinking too much - obviously he is half of He Zhao's boss, and the other party has never tried to correct him. How could it be possible for him to overwhelm himself by giving orders?

Of course... In the future, when Zhang Jiu thought about his original thoughts, he really felt that he had thought too much.

"—The world is unpredictable, people's hearts are not old..."

Zhang Jiu looked down at the man half kneeling in front of him, and sighed faintly.

He Zhao had just wrapped up a small wound on his index finger. Zhang Jiu was born with such a physique that even a needle-sized wound could bleed profusely, so he had to be wrapped up with medicine. Just now, he just sat in the study and flipped through the books and was scratched by the pages. After a while, a hole was broken immediately. Fortunately, He Zhao is now wearing a small gauze bandage on his body at all times, so it is very easy to deal with.

Hearing Zhang Jiu sigh at this moment, He Zhao tenderly held his right hand and kissed it tenderly, before saying, "Why are you sighing?"

Zhang Jiu retracted his fingers, stared at him and said, "I hated you very much at first."

"...Ah?" He Zhao was taken aback by his sudden words, and didn't know what to answer. Could it be that he said "me too"?

Zhang Jiu became interested, and said with his fingers, "Look, when I met you, I suffered a bloody disaster. That's all. Treat me to a meal, but it's porridge, and you eat it yourself with beef noodles." Be happy, how can you treat guests like this?"

Before he had time to reproach the other party for his next offense, his lips were bitten. He Zhao had stood up at some point, and put one hand on the desk next to him and wrapped him in his arms, while the other hand went around Zhang Jiu. Supporting his head behind him to prevent him from avoiding it, they exchanged a simple and gentle kiss with each other's breath.

Zhang Jiu chuckled, pressed against He Zhao's forehead, and lightly bumped him with the tip of his nose: "Is this an apology?"

He Zhao also had a smile in his eyes: "Otherwise?"

Zhang Jiu rubbed his stomach, and pushed the person in front of him back very rudely: "I'm hungry, if there is a bowl of beef noodles, I will forgive you."

He Zhao softened his brows and eyes: "Okay."

Chapter 174 Fanwai: Because the head of the family is a fetishist, the housekeeper of the Zhou family is also very distressed today (Ze Cang X Zhou Qing)

【Title: There is someone at home who keeps holding something in his hands every day. Does he have a fetish? Urgent online, etc.】

1L: As in the title.I would like to ask everyone, the family members hold an object every day and do not let go of it, and no one else is allowed to touch it at any time. If you want to take it away from him, he will get angry immediately. Is this a fetish?How to correct it?

2L: Grab the sofa~

3L: Σ(°△°|||) What Luzhu said sounds so eloquent QAQ

4L: Landlord, please make a fuss. I hold my phone every day and don’t let it go. Anyone who dares to take my phone will kill me!

5L: poof, LS+1

6L: LS+10086

7L: 4L is the correct solution, the landlord made a fuss.

8L: Thank you for your replies. I am the landlord. I am not making a fuss about this matter, but that thing is not a mobile phone. I personally think that it will pose a serious threat to the safety of my family, so I ask for help.I hope everyone can help me, thank you.

9L: Oh, it's rare to see someone who speaks in such a serious manner like the landlord, but cute~(≧▽≦)/~

10L: Threat?What's happening here?

11L: (←←) Onlookers!

12L: Fire Tong Liu Ming

13L: To be honest... In modern society, besides holding the mobile phone and not letting go... I really can't think of anything else that I can't put it down...

14L: Reply to 13L: What can't you think of, am I right for you?

15L: Reply to 14L: I'll go... My husband, shouldn't you be on the plane...

16L: Reply to 15L: The plane is not late today, there is a traffic jam at the airport, please wait for me a little longer.

17L: Reply 16L: Then I'll go and warm up the soup for you... You can drink it when you get home...

18L: Crooked, 110, someone abused a dog upstairs!

19L: I wish the 14th floor was blocked at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

20L: I wish the 14th floor was blocked at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

21L: I wish the 14th floor was blocked at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

22L: I wish the 14th floor was blocked at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

23L: I wish the 14th floor was blocked at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

24L: Everyone, please don’t go wrong, let’s answer the host’s question seriously. By the way~ Puff, I wish the 14th floor is stuck at the airport all night——Blessings of BY single dog [raise the torch.gif]

25L: I think the original poster might be jealous. I am a young mother. My child likes to watch Preserved Egg Superman. He holds the doll and does not let go of it every day. He also cries when he takes it away. I am jealous. I am jealous of my mother. I have never loved so deeply!As for personal threats... You can't hold a gun, right?

26L: Reply 25L: Thank you for your reply. I wish your baby health. This is not the case in my family. The child is almost 18 years old. What he is holding is not a doll, and of course it will not be a gun. We abide by the law family.

27L: Reply to 26L: Then I may not be able to help you with this. I hope others can answer the landlord’s doubts. Thank you for your blessing!

28L: Hello landlord, I am a doctor. I think the landlord and most people in the building may have some misunderstandings about the definition of "fetish". Fetishism is a type of Disorder of Sexual Preference.Sexual preference disorder, formerly known as paraphilia, refers to a series of abnormal sexual behaviors, such as exhibitionism, friction disorder, fetishism, voyeurism, transvestism, sexual sadism or masochism, and animal fetishism wait.Judging from the current landlord's description, it seems that the family members have not reached this level, right?

If it is convenient, can you tell us what your family is obsessed with?This helps in condition analysis.

29L: Fuck it, brother 28 is a doctor!When I saw the technical terminology on the 28L floor, I felt back to the college days!I think of that bald old professor~ ah~ my lost youth~

30L: There really is a master hiding in this forum?doctor!I've been in a bad mood lately, everything I see is green, am I dying? !

31L: Reply to 30L: There is no bounds in the sea, and you will be right when you turn back.

32L: Reply to 28L: Hello doctor, what this person is holding in my house is a sword, an antique bronze sword, and it is sharpened. I saw with my own eyes that the sword can blow hair and cut hair, so I am very worried.In addition, it needs to be explained that due to the lack of preparatory work I did before, the positioning was wrong. My family is not a "fetish" in the medical definition. He just likes the sword very much and has not committed any other abnormal behavior.Also, is it possible to change the title now?

33L: Antique Bronze Sword!It's still cut!Blow hair and break hair!Flower wipe!So explosive!

34L: Can dewdrops explode in photos?

35L: Landlord, once the post is published, the title cannot be changed~ My caring little Banzhu is passing by~

36L: Hey, am I the only one who thinks that the host said "my guy" in a very flattering tone~ So, the host is attacking?Hahaha My little shou doesn't want to hug himself while holding a bronze sword, it's too cruel [laughing CRY]

37L: Upstairs you are not alone! "This one from my family" or something, it's too cute!

38L: I am the poster. What do the two upstairs guys mean by "Gong, Xiaoshou"?I don't quite understand. In addition, it can be said that the young master was brought up by me. Although it is a bit outrageous to say so, I do treat the young master as a grandson.

39L: Young Master...Little Grandson...Ma Ma's painting style in this world is changing too fast!

40L: So, the host is the grandfather?

41L: Reply to 40L: I am really old, and I chose the Internet because it is inconvenient to consult in real life. I am not very familiar with the operation process of this forum. Please forgive me if there is any impoliteness.

42L: Oh~ The old man who worries about the young master is so cute~(≧▽≦)/~

43L: Worried about my little grandson, I asked for help for him to get in touch with a completely unfamiliar online forum QWQ instantly remembered my grandpa QAQ Grandpa, don’t worry, your little master will be fine!

44L: Antique Bronze Sword... Young Master... I'm just having a hot soup. Why did the plot end here... Besides... Waiting for someone is so boring...

45L: Reply to 44L: Turn down the fire a bit, it’s too congested, and I haven’t left the airport yet.

46L: Reply 45L: ...Oh...

47L: Reply 32L: Hello landlord, I am 28L. If you say that your young master just loves that antique bronze sword, I initially think it may be pure love. It is the age that loves this kind of hot and cold weapons, is it possible that these actions were made out of the worship of force?

48L: Reply to 47L: The probability of this situation should be very small. If you want to touch hot and cold weapons, you only need to say a word, and you don't need to pass such a bronze sword at all.What's more, I didn't find that the young master showed any love for force. It should be said that the young master has a very gentle attitude towards other things. Only when I met this bronze sword, I was a little paranoid. Since he brought this sword back, I have not I've seen the little master and it separated, so I'm worried.

49L: I suddenly feel that the background of my grandfather's house...

50L: Just a word to touch...

51L: There are pictures and the truth!Grandpa can take a picture!

52L: Yes, but for safety reasons, only blurry photos can be placed. [Little Master's Daily 1.jpg][Note: A side view of a young boy holding a bronze sword amidst green trees. ]

53L: (⊙⊙) Even after downloading the original picture, I still can’t see clearly... Grandpa did a great job of keeping it secret XD

54L: Can't see at all!A piece of green!Am I masturbating too much recently (￣_￣|||)

55L: ...This is like a mosaic with a thousand degrees of myopia...Grandpa, in order to see this picture clearly...I stared at it for more than ten minutes...I almost burned the kitchen...

56L: Hahahaha I feel sorry for upstairs~

57L: Girl of 55L, please turn off the fire quickly. I heard that there is a big traffic jam at the interchange today. I can see that your husband is really going to be stuck at the airport all night hahahahahaha

58L: Reply to 57L: I'm not a woman...

59L: Reply to 58L: Σ(°△°|||) What the hell did I see!

58L is not a woman!

60L: Reply 58L: Ahhhhhh! ! ! ! !Is it a wife? ! ! ! !I love this property so much! ! !

61L: Reply 58L: My heart aches for Xiao Shou~ It’s too cruel to stay alone in an empty boudoir ╮(￣▽￣”)╭

60L: Reply 58L: Pfft, is it really okay to expose yourself like this Xiaoshoushou~

60L: Reply to 58L: Fuck you caught a wild little shou!

61L: Reply 48L: Hello, landlord, how long has your young master been in this situation?

62L: Grandpa, could it be that your young master really just likes the bronze sword or something?In other words, what is his last resort to hold that bronze sword all the time?

63L: The upstairs inspired me. I just read a similar novel recently. Grandpa, is it possible that there is something hidden in that sword?For example, such as treasure maps, mechanism keys, etc., the young master thinks that they are safe only if they are kept by themselves?

64L: (￣△￣;) The upstairs seems to open a door to a new world

65L: I think 63L's analysis is not wrong. According to the few words that the grandfather revealed, their family background should be relatively strong. I tried to restore the pictures that the grandfather sent by the software. Although the clarity is still not high enough, but It can be seen that the background seems to be a private courtyard. If you didn't miss it, then the young master is wearing a haute couture from a foreign company?That being said, it doesn't seem impossible that the bronze sword contains some kind of secret. PS. The photo has been destroyed after reading it, the grandpa of the host can rest assured.

66L: Reply to 65L: God upstairs!What software do you use!Ask for a teacher!Can you post a clear picture?

67L: Reply to 66L: No.

68L: Pfft, the master upstairs is so cold ω

69L: Reply to 61L: It has been more than half a year since the young master had this situation. At first I thought the young master was just a novelty, but it lasted too long. In addition, I just noticed that the young master kissed the hand Bronze sword!After kissing, she still smirked at the sword!Doctor, is this a sign of fetishism?

70L: Σ(°△°|||)

71L: My god...things are getting weirder...

72L: Reply to 65L: Thank you for your understanding.

73L: Seeing the landlord's revelation, I couldn't help but want to say something I know.Do you want to say it?

74L: Does LS know the young master and the old man?

75L: [Smiling] [Bye-bye] Can the upstairs stop talking for a while, there is no little Ding Ding who runs away after flirting!

76L: →_→So the upstairs wants to talk about it?

77L: Well, I can’t hold it anymore and I must say it. To be honest, I may have a deeper feeling about this matter than the poster. The first time I felt that the young master’s feelings for the bronze sword were a little strange was in a A month ago, when the young master was taking a bath, he put the sword on the edge of the pool. I was worried that it would not be good if the metal things got wet, so I went to ask the young master if I wanted to take the sword away. I am very proud, I have been serving the young master bathing and changing clothes~(≧▽≦)/~~ As a result, I walked closer and saw that the young master's hand was always on the hilt of the sword. I didn't I thought too much, so I asked directly. Unexpectedly, the young master immediately rejected my request, and then said, this sword cannot be separated from the body.

╮(￣▽￣”)╭ Well, actually, the soft and cute young master is very cute when he says this seriously! Especially the little face flushed by the water, the whole person looks like a delicious dessert! Good I want to hold it in my hand, pinch and lick it! (﹃)

Ah... stop, stop, continue talking, and then the young master said that I don’t need to be waited on and asked me to leave. When I turned around and left, I vaguely heard the young master talking, something like "Okay, I won’t let others touch you What about this?" So... I'm a little strange, thinking that the young master is not the only one here