The Ultimate Cannon Fodder [Transmigration Book]

"Oh?" Qian Ya's words made Liu Xiang raise his eyebrows, and there was an interested smile on his handsome face.

This is secretly asking him out, Chen's people don't seem to be very loyal.

Feeling the restraint on his body loosen slowly, Qian Ya's chest heaved violently a few times, trying to catch his breath.His eyes swept over the few roommates who were waiting to watch the show, and his eyes were much colder than before.

After Liu Xiang got up from him, he said directly, "Give me a specific time."

Qian Ya deliberately avoided other people, and leaned into Liu Xiang's ear and whispered, "At [-]:[-] tonight, see you at the slave gathering place."

"Just the two of us?" Liu Xiang asked.

"Just the two of us." Qian Ya affirmed, "After all, not just anyone is entitled to see my face."

These words gave Liu Xiang enough face, he agreed straight away: "Don't play tricks."

"I dare not." Qian Ya replied.

After the conversation with Liu Xiang was over, Liu Xiang went to bed and rested, and the other roommates all turned their eyes away, including the beauty.

Qian Ya felt tired from the bottom of his heart with such a dormitory atmosphere, damn it, just because of Liu Xiang's stupid words, he instantly became the target of public criticism.

Jealousy begets hate?

Ah.

***

Qian Ya didn't stay in the dormitory for a long time, and the eyes of those people in the dormitory always drifting towards him intentionally or unintentionally made him feel depressed, so he walked out the door and squatted outside the living room against the wall.

After the slaves completed their tasks one after another, they hurried back to their dorms.Everyone has been tense all morning and is eager to rest.They passed by Qianya one by one, without noticing him at all.

In fact, Qian Ya really wants to find a cigarette to smoke now, he has no addiction to cigarettes, but when he gets annoyed to a certain level, he wants to smoke a few to numb himself.

He scratched his hair, stood up from the ground irritably, wandered around in front of the living room door for a long time, and then walked slowly back to the gathering place.

The supervisor was still guarding the entrance of the open space, drinking cold wine, waiting for the slave to hand over the knife, feeling extremely comfortable.

Qian Ya kept guard in the dark until two o'clock in the afternoon. When he saw the supervisor leading a few guards into the open space to arrest the slaves who hadn't found anything, he quickly ran over, grabbed a small knife from the ground and slipped away.

This time the knife is green.

Uh ~

Is this implying something to him?

But before that, this knife may be used to cut branches and make a pair of chopsticks.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qian Ya appeared at the corner of the living room corridor on time, waiting for Chen to appear.

Not long after, he saw Chen coming with those long legs that would make him look good wherever he went.Qian Ya smiled and immediately went up to meet him.

"Master!" Qian Ya's voice was not loud, because he was worried about being heard by others.

"Yeah." Chen responded, "Smile so happily?"

"Because I have something to give you." The smile on the corner of Qian Ya's mouth was like a spring of spring water, both coquettish and seductive, warm and bright.

"Oh?" Chen tilted his head to look at him.

"This." Qian Ya couldn't wait to spread his palms in front of Chen, revealing four chopsticks cut from branches in his hands.

It took almost two hours to cut it. The workmanship is not particularly exquisite, but the size is the same anyway, the top is thick and the bottom is thin, and it is quite beautiful.

"What is this?" Chen took an object in his hand and observed it carefully, "Small stick?"

"This is chopsticks." Qian Ya was shocked. No wonder he asked Chen if he had any chopsticks before. Chen's reaction was a bit strange, because he didn't know what he was asking, "Master, you are really yellow-skinned and dark-skinned like me." Is it a hairy race?"

"Yeah." Chen's expression didn't change at all, "They're both slaves, so aren't they of the same race?"

"Ah... yes... it's the same race." Seeing that Chen didn't understand, Qian Ya no longer entangled in this issue.

He put another chopstick in Chen's palm, "Master, you need two of these together, our... family used to eat with this before, it's very convenient."

"A substitute for a knife and fork?"

"Yes!" Qian Ya nodded, "It works the same as a knife and fork."

It turns out that the world uses knives and forks, no wonder they are not used by slaves.One, too extravagant.Two, it is easy to be secretly taken away by slaves and hurt people secretly.It's okay to poke the slaves a few times, the supervisors are afraid that the slaves will use this thing on them.

"How to use it?" Chen asked in a low voice, observing the two small sticks in his hand.

"When I got the meal, I showed it to the master." Qian Ya clenched the things in his hands, and deliberately distanced himself from Chen when he walked.

After Qian Ya helped Chen get the meal, he sat opposite Chen and eagerly began to show Chen how to use the chopsticks: "Master, you can hold them like I do, and then use your middle finger as a fulcrum."

Chen held two small sticks according to Qian Ya's posture.

"Master, you are so smart, your posture is extremely standard, but I forgot to tell you that you should use your right hand." Qian Ya added.

Chen immediately switched hands, but the right hand seemed to be less convenient than the left: "Why use the right hand?"

"Because... ah, it's actually okay to use your left hand." Qian Ya nodded, um, it's really okay, but it's the difference between left-handed and right-handed.

Since there is no problem, Chen put the chopsticks back into his left hand: "Then what?"

"Then you insert them into the rice." Qian Ya said, inserting his chopsticks into the bowl, took a small mouthful of rice, and put it into his mouth.

Chen felt the usefulness of the chopsticks, so he imitated Qian Ya's movement and picked up a small lump, but they fell back halfway.

Qian Ya looked at Chen's hands carefully, and said, "Master, there should be a distance between the chopsticks, like this."

Qian Ya raised his chopsticks to Chen: "The distance doesn't need to be too big."

"Okay." Chen followed suit.

"Master, try using them again." Qian Ya blinked and looked at Chen expectantly.

That look, as if he was Chen's father, teaching his children how to eat.Seeing that Chen didn't use it well, he even wanted to teach it by hand.

Chen inserted the chopsticks into the bowl again, piled a small lump on the chopsticks, and then slowly put it into his mouth.

"You are awesome! Applause!" Chen succeeded, so Qian Ya was so excited, he raised his hand and "slapped" three times to show his celebration.

Does this count as popularizing the great and profound excellent traditional culture of the yellow race?

People in the 21st century should praise him for bringing their culture to such a terrifying place that is isolated from the world and whose age is unknown.

Chen's gaze quietly fell on Qian Ya: "So excited?"

"Hahahaha, because it's the first time I found out that my master is so smart."

Chen habitually wanted to raise his hand to rub Qian Ya's head, but there were more and more slaves passing by, so he had no choice but to control his actions, and replied, "You're so stupid."

The two immediately began to eat in a peaceful manner, and Qian Ya peeked at Chen from time to time, seeing that Chen was using it more and more smoothly, the smile on the corner of Qian Ya's mouth became deeper and deeper.

When he was with Chen, he could forget all his anxiety and troubles, and he felt very at ease and happy.

"How are you preparing for killing Liu Xiang?" Chen asked unexpectedly.

"Cough cough!" Qian Ya was choked by these words, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and said seriously, "I'll go after taking a bath with Master at eight o'clock tonight."

"Yeah." Chen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Do you just take care of yourself...

I don't give any martial arts instruction or strategy...

The owner is unqualified, strike a cross!

***

In the evening, after Qian Ya took half an hour to take a bath and clothes, he rushed to the slave concentration place in a leisurely manner.

Unexpectedly, in the past, Liu Xiang had been waiting for him at the same place.

There is no one around, and the lights are dim, which is what Qian Ya wants to see.

"It's really late for you to come. I let go of a few beauties who threw themselves at me just to see your face, isn't it a pity?" Liu Xiang spread his hands to him, and smiled .

"What you want to see is not my face, but the face that Chen likes." Qian Ya went directly to Liu Xiang's side, he was ready for everything, anyway, it would be useless to do it directly.

It's best to give Liu Xiang a knife while he's not paying attention.

But the knife is so small, if you want to stab him to death, you can only stab him in the neck, and it must be accurate.

If he misses this, he will be accompanied by his own life.

The point is, don't say it's hard to find and almost poke it down, even if Liu Xiang stretched out his head, he might not be able to do it...

"Hmph." Liu Xiang snorted coldly, noncommittal to Qian Ya's words.

"What you want to see is not the face Chen likes, but the person who wants to touch Chen." Qian Ya added after seeing his attitude.

"You're pretty smart." Liu Xiang said, but his tone didn't mean to praise.

"You're so brave, aren't you afraid that I'll tell Chen to make you trouble?"

"What if I say you seduce me first? If you don't mean that, can you come here with me now?"

"Huh? I really didn't mean that, I just don't want others to see my face." Qian Ya took a breath, his palms were a little sweaty, he was so nervous, "But brother Xiang, you are different, you are better , if you want to see it, I can..."

"Stop fucking talking to me!" Liu Xiang reached out to grab Qian Ya's arm, and brushed his hair with the other hand, saying as he moved, "Simple? If it's simple, outside the bedroom, at the door of the living room, where is it?" I can't see it, it must be this black light..."

When Liu Xiang saw the extremely coquettish face of his subordinates clearly through the dim light, his words got stuck in his throat for a moment and he couldn't speak.

The charming flower-shaped birthmarks in the corners of the eyes are just like those drawn out, the eyes are watery, the arcs at the end of the eyes are just right, the lips are full and bright in color, it doesn’t make people want to eat it, but to see what it wraps...

"Your face looks so fucking monster." Liu Xiang smiled and said the truth from the bottom of his heart, this is a face that can arouse people's desire, and it is extremely gorgeous.

like leprechauns.

Not a vixen, but a spider.

What's terrible is that Qian Ya still grinned at him, showing a row of white and neat teeth: "See? Can you let me go? It hurts from you to grab me."

"I want you." Liu Xiangfei did not let go of Qian Ya, but took him into his arms.