Nanxiong, the disaster of beating the enemy

I just said in the morning that I need to add weight, but did I add it at noon?

So dynamic.

The specially made baby chair can well bear a 320-pound spoon.

Obviously the weight has doubled, but miraculously, the body shape has not changed at all, so that I didn't notice it at the first time.

My expressionless face was reflected in the spoon.

Mi Chi had already started chewing meat, but the others kept staring at me without eating, observing my reaction.

That's all?

Silently, I picked up the 320-jin spoon with my hand, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I have hands.

Although I always use my mind to eat, it doesn't mean that I can't eat with a spoon, okay?

After being ridiculed by me, the corners of Xiba's mouth twitched and he stopped talking, and Kiqiu screamed very embarrassingly, "Ananda, Kusuo is slapping you in the face, it's so powerful!!!"

That's great, mom, keep up the good work.

Shiba didn't answer, and ate in silence, his heart was covered with snowflakes, probably because of his private words like [Because it's Kiqiu, so I forgive her].

I won the battle, and I can't hold on for too long. After all, my body is still one year and three months old, and my bones haven't grown well. If I really have to use a 320-jin spoon to eat the whole process, the bones will break first, so after two or three bites , I still used my mind.

It was indeed difficult at the beginning, as the stick was shaking from side to side in the center of the spoon, but in the next second I broke through my limit and lifted it easily, and almost threw the stick on the face of Yi Ermi who was sitting opposite me because of excessive use of force. call.

But in order not to be seen by Shiba, I doubled the weight of the spoon, and I still pretended to be struggling.

Probably they didn't think that I could accept the weight of 320 catties so quickly, so even though my acting skills were not good, they didn't delve into it.

After eating and letting go, Xiba talked about Miji, without any foreshadowing, he just said something very ordinary, and everyone accepted Xiba's decision very ordinary.

See, ridiculous ideas are completely superfluous.

I thought of this and looked up at Mi Chi, he buried his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his heart was already in a deep sea.

【Sure enough...】

I just discovered that what Mi Ji wants to worry about is not whether he agrees with it or not, but to get attention.

Because I didn't care about it, I accepted it without any refutation, and it passed smoothly like this.

And I would get attention if I changed a spoon.

If it was an Il fan or me, if it was somehow replaced by a mechanical stream, it should have been a quarrel by now.

The servants were called away by my telepathy, and only me and Miji were left in the restaurant.

I've read a lot of books, but I can't say comforting words. Although I really want to give him my attention, it feels like showing off.

[It's okay, just like a lion in the forest will abandon weak children, at least my parents didn't abandon me. 】

Said jokingly, as if mocking himself.

[Guys who don't pay attention can become the protagonists in anime, and I can also become a famous killer who beats up enemies. 】

Mi Ji raised his head, raised his chin slightly, the young man was wanton.

"Let's see."

"I am also a beating enemy."

You're obviously a killer, so don't make it sound like a brave man who saves the world, you idiot?

Really, cry when you want to cry, what kind of man is a five-year-old kid pretending to be.

His acting is terrible, but I won't say it.

The next few days were calm, and Miji worked hard to impress Xiba and Kiqiu, and became the chief killer of the first mechanical technology stream to beat the enemy. Instead of detective dramas, I put some boring professional skills.

I have now reached the last two episodes of "The Fiery Entanglement of Jack the Ripper and Detective Hunter". If I don't see the ending, I am really not reconciled.

Before chasing dramas, you can still give up some integrity.

It doesn't mean running into Shiba and Kikyu's room at night to turn on the TV. If you really have to do this, I'm afraid it will be a dessert that will be banned for a year.

If you watch it in the living room, there will be more than [-] servants popping up, so it lacks a lot of fun to follow the drama.

Although I can also ignore it, they won't have any thoughts, just in beating the enemy, only Wutong still firmly remembers that I am still a one-year-old and three-month-old baby, he will be like Chanting Buddha is like constantly talking about the importance of going to bed early.

Indus didn't want to be the first 1.5-meter-tall beater in his career as a housekeeper.

More concerned about the normal development of the child who beat the enemy than his own father, Wutong, it's amazing that the child has you.

Believe me, my words are not meant to be ridiculed, but just to lament that there are still normal people who beat the enemy.

But there's no need to bother me watching TV. Really, although I don't have the ability yet, somehow I feel that as long as I want to, it's not a problem to grow to [-] meters or even [-] hairs.

If I really have to grow into a three-haired man, I reckon that beating the enemy will really drive me crazy, so let's forget it.

Although our house is big, there are very few rooms with TV, so I can only go deep into the tiger's den, and teleported to Yiermi's room alone.

Just when I stopped, there was a sharp nail on my neck, because I tilted my head to avoid it, but it didn't scratch my skin.

In my own room, my vigilance is too high, big brother.

Yiermi was still a little confused, he didn't even open his eyes, he relied entirely on his body's instincts to attack, he sniffed his nose, his tense body relaxed, and he leaned his head on my back, being caught in my sleep I was still a little confused when I woke up, and my voice was sticky, "Kusuo, what's the matter?"

are you a catRecognize people by smell.

As a family of killers, they will deliberately not leave any smell on their bodies. The toiletries used to beat the enemies are all specially made, and there is no fragrance at all.

How on earth did he smell me?

"Milk scent." Yi Ermi replied, "Kusuo, it's very fragrant."

Yahhhhhhhhhh, why didn't I know I still had this scent on me?

It doesn't matter anyway.

Burying pit training is also a bit difficult for Il fans. After the brain is continuously suffocated to the extreme, even before my protest, Il fans who can hang upside-down golden hooks in front of my window every night for extra training in name Need to rely on sleep to replenish strength.

But I didn't want to be a good brother who is considerate to my brother. I moved my body to the other side very ruthlessly, let Yi Ermi's limp body fall on the bed, and manipulated the remote control to open it with my thoughts. TV, and finally put my pacifier on.

The timing was just right, and "The Fiery Entanglement of Jack the Ripper and Detective Hunters" has just begun to be screened.

"Stop, Jack the Ripper! I already know your true colors."

While running in the deep alley, Detective Hunter shouted at the slender black figure in front of him.

"Hee hee hee, do you know my identity?" Jack the Ripper shouted mockingly, "You little carrot-headed detective."

"There is only one truth, and you are..."

"That little beggar on the street every day." A step ahead of Detective Hunter, the Yier fan next to me opened one eye and looked at the TV screen and said.

Before I stopped him, he had already mentioned all the killing methods and commented, "The efficiency is too slow. This time is enough for the victim to fight back. As a serial murderer, he is too weak. If it is to beat the enemy If not, it's better to die."

"If you want to study techniques, I have time anytime, Kusuo."

...Fuck off, spoiler dog Il fans.

I want to curse you for eating instant noodles without seasoning packets and going to the toilet without paper.

Yier fans don't eat instant noodles either. The servant who beat up the enemy's guest is of high quality, it is impossible not to put paper.

Then curse him and meet a lifetime of trouble.

I teleported back into my crib with my pacifier in my mouth.

I'm definitely not reconciling with Spoiler Dog.

But my miserable life seems to have just started from the spoiler, without "Jack the Ripper and the Detective Hunter's Fiery Entanglement", the daily fun is 50.00% less, and I am in more trouble.

Ill fans will be my guardian for the time being.

What kind of devil's future is this?

The author has something to say:

Kusuo's dream when he was one year old:

1. Eat all you can eat desserts (ruined by the rule of toppings)

2. After watching "The Hot Entanglement of Jack the Ripper and Detective Hunter" (ruined by the spoiler dog)

Can't do just that little thing?Beating the enemy is no good, you have to run away from home.