It's hell, my lord

Many scenes flashed by like lanterns, He Xian often didn't capture a lot of information, and the scenes of characters disappeared quickly.He suddenly felt someone stuff a very bitter pill into his mouth, He Xian struggled instinctively to spit it out, only to hear Zhu Xingchen whisper in his ear: "Don't spit it, it's Mai Lisu."

If He Xian could open his eyes, he would swear to beat Zhu Xingchen to the ground, how fucking insane it would be. "Mai Lisu" melted in his mouth, and the bitter smell could almost choke his nasal cavity, and he was poured down with Zhu Xingchen's bowl of talisman water.

"Are you really human?" Zhu Xingchen looked at He Xian thoughtfully and concluded that he must have woken up.

He Xian's eyelids twitched, thinking that I should ask you this question.Seeing that He Xian did not respond, Zhu Xingchen said to himself: "I have counted several pieces for you, but I can tell where it comes from by looking at the stone, whether it is from the ancient prehistoric times, or from rivers and mountains - even if a stone has a root, But I can't see you. Of course, maybe my cultivation base is too shallow."

It is rare for Zhu Xingchen to be serious, so He Xian really started to think about it, but unexpectedly, the "serious" Zhu Xingchen suddenly slapped his thigh, and let out an "eh" like a sudden realization! "I see, maybe you are some god who descended to the mortal world to practice, or you may be the one who coveted Guanghan Palace and was demoted to the mortal world."

"Hey, it makes sense." He Xian felt that his energy was recovering a little bit, and the blood in his chest was suppressed, so he could respond softly.

"Right?"

He Xian: "Crazy."

Zhu Xingchen: "Bajie... Bajie is your canopy?"

"Get out." He Xian turned his head away concisely.

It can be said that Zhu Xingchen brought "shameless" to the extreme, and got into He Xian's quilt directly from the bedside: "Why are you talking to your savior? It's rude."

"Please go, thank you." This is polite enough.

He Xian has an injury on his back, so he can only lie on his stomach like a bully, and his voice is soft, which is really useless, but it has a kind of "doing outside but also doing inside" is funny.

"Taking good care of patients is a doctor's basic professional ethics and behavior... In a word, what can you do if I don't leave?"

No matter how pure and ascetic He Xian is, he still can't restrain the urge to send this idiot to the sky, oh no, to the solar system.He listened to what kind of scripture Zhu Xingchen was chanting next to him, and finally turned his head to Zhu Xingchen's direction angrily, and punched Zhu Xingchen's chest as hard as he could, which really didn't have much weight.

He Xian suddenly resembled a recent meme on the Internet: "Small fist hits your chest." He blushed suddenly, felt that it was too embarrassing to show his face, so he stopped talking to Zhu Xingchen.

Zhu Xingchen had enough flirting, so naturally he went out to cook with satisfaction—as long as Lin Shuci was not around when he was a child, he would have to starve with Zhu Xingchen, oh, Zhu Yinfeng is already a hole, and there is no need to eat human fireworks .He had to support himself, occasionally learning two tricks from Lin Shuci, and over time, he also learned a good cooking skill.

It's just that I'm usually extremely tired, and there is no taboo against ordering takeaway after moving out of the house, so I haven't cooked for a long time. When Zhu Xingchen picked up the brand new kitchen knife, he felt a little unfamiliar.

But in the final analysis, he was the one who brought He Xian in, and he hasn't been optimistic about him yet.After all, the things outside are too greasy, which is not conducive to his wound recovery.

After the meal was ready, Zhu Xingchen set up a small table on He Xian's bed in a meticulous manner. He Xian was sat upright by Zhu Xingchen's shoulders, and two soft pillows were placed behind him. Caring for a paralyzed person is even more meticulous.

Not only did He Xian not thank you for this incident, but he said in a huffy manner: "Help me get the earphones from the drawer—have you wiped the legs of this table? Just move them to my bed."

He was originally a young master who was born in a slum. He has worn a gentle and refined mask in front of outsiders for a long time, and he does not easily reveal his true nature at all.It's a pity that Zhu Xingchen can always break the illusion of being a modest son, so he just doesn't bother to pretend.

Zhu Xingchen had no idea on his face, and was shocked at the moment: "You actually ordered me, have you been possessed by some goblin?"

"Then do you have the heart to let a patient get out of bed to get things by himself? What about your professional ethics and behavior as a doctor?" He Xian simply triggered some incredible skills, and successfully wiped out Zhu Xingchen's nonsense just now. Resented back.

Zhu Xingchen was speechless, so he could only find out the earphones, and then wiped the legs of the small table with a damp cloth after the fact.He Xian took a sip of the chicken soup first, and said with some distaste, "It's so oily, I'm not confinement."

"You're used to me, whether you like it or not, you despise the soup made by Da Neng himself. Really, I'm not bragging, there is nothing delicious in the world except my dishes."

He Xian: "I can pull you down."

Zhu Xingchen faced the same evil as He Xian, and felt that He Xian, who he thought was quite boring before, was much cuter. How can this good little scholar become so vicious in a blink of an eye and is not easy to serve.

Thus, a life of being shameless and inexplicably triggering the skills of the young master began.

He Xian was always injured because of Zhu Xingchen. Although he asked to go, the two greeting cards in the underworld will not open the passage until both of them are together.All in all, relying on his relationship as the boss's son, Zhu Xingchen forced his father to count He Xian as a work-related injury.

It is said that it takes [-] days to hurt the muscles and bones, but He Xian didn't hurt the bones at all, and within a few weeks, his energy and spirit were almost recuperated.But he is not a workaholic, and of course he doesn't have the ambition to go back to work as soon as he gets well. With Zhu Xingchen's relationship, he can play for a few days.

"Where did you go?" Zhu Xingchen threw the radish into the pot——since he started cooking, He Xian's mouth was eaten in the past few weeks, and he refused to touch the takeaway instant noodles at all.However, I wish the old lady was very pleased with this, so she became He Xian's "mother" wholeheartedly.

He Xian forcibly pulled the husky, which was spread into pieces of cake at the door, into the door: "Walking the dog, can't you see it? What do you think you have raised? It's ugly, fat, lazy, and spread out into a piece of cake on the ground, isn't it?" It’s too embarrassing to be willing to go, it’s better to slip the tires.”

Little Hutton, who was "ugly, fat and lazy", felt that there were countless swords on his head, and he wagged his tail innocently.Zhu Xingchen took it for granted, and immediately made a decision: "As a dog Xiaoha, you are such a failure. No bitch will want you. From today on, you will lose weight, and you are not allowed to eat any snacks."

Xiao Ha turned his eyes that were small due to the fat, and pitifully hugged Zhu Xingchen's thigh to howl like a wolf.It's a pity that Zhu Xingchen was determined this time. He put on a serious face and said earnestly: "I'm doing it for your own good. It's useless even if you meow like a cat."

Xiaoha was stupefied all of a sudden, drooping his ears and wanting to act like a spoiled child to He Xian, but compared to Zhu Xingchen, He Xian was invulnerable and "not close to a dog" - completely ignored the wronged little Ha next to him .

"I bought a pineapple." He Xian put the plastic bag on the chopping board.

Zhu Xingchen originally wanted to say that he cut up the pineapple himself and soaked it in salt water.As a result, I saw countless "pipi shrimps" rushing past the heart of the big pineapple with leaves on its belt.

He stuck the knife on top of the pineapple: "Xiao Xian."

"Ok?"

Zhu Xingchen: "When the hell will you have some brains? You won't ask someone to deal with it when you buy a pineapple? I don't know if it needs to be cut with a special knife? Are you planning to cut it directly and eat it with a spoon? A mallet."

He "Bangchui" seems to be the first to hear that pineapples have special knives, and he doesn't know that pineapples can't be eaten with a spoon. He usually finds it troublesome to peel fruits.

He took off his glasses and teased: "Isn't it great? It's not difficult to peel a pineapple. Anyway, you have cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage, and you can't even handle a pineapple."

"Have you ever seen Xiuzhen to peel pineapples?" Zhu Xingchen said so, but he had already picked up a fruit knife in his hand.But this fruit knife was not very easy to use. He looked at it for a long time and didn't know where to start. Finally, he had to use "Keng Dad", and the pineapple's skin was peeled off with a sweep of sword energy.

Zhu Xingchen threw the sword aside, complained that he didn't control the strength well, and then dug out the remaining skin with a knife.After cutting the pineapple, Zhu Xingchen touched the head of He Xian who was reading in the living room with his sword.

The latter asked without a good face: "Have you washed your hands?"

"Not washed."

"Ah." He Xian scratched his hair, "It's stuck to death."

Zhu Xingchen gave him a slight push: "I'm lying to you, look at your faults. By the way, where did you buy the pineapple? It's not too sweet at first glance."

He Xian closed the book: "The Hui fruit shop across the road, I think the decoration is good, so I bought it."

"When you buy fruit to see what kind of decoration, the owner of that store will kill people, how much did you buy?"

He Xian: "Seventeen..."

Zhu Xingchen immediately put on the expression of an ignorant child who taught a lesson: "17 yuan? I'll let you tell me to go, five yuan can't be more."

"But she said 17 yuan."

"He said 17 yuan is 17 yuan. Can't you bargain? You kids just don't know how difficult it is to make money as a refugee. Do you know how many children can't get enough to eat? You..."

He Xian hurriedly sent some money to him: "Stop it, don't tell me I won't buy it next time. But even if I bought this pineapple for five yuan, will those children have enough to eat?"

"..."