Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"Ah, sure enough Mr. Fujita is much tougher than me."

"Even the head is so hard."

Fujita was pinched by the back of the neck, and hit the wall one after another.He didn't even have time to draw the knife.

The lime on the wall gradually became unbearable, and traces like spider webs spread out.

"You!" "Ugh!" "Ah!" "This..."

Fujita's screams were also cut into paragraphs. Every time he was about to spit out the second syllable, Ming Liu hit the back of his head against the wall.

"I'm sorry." Mingliu estimated the feel of the hand, felt that it was almost done, and stopped the tormenting action, "Even cats have temper. And my race has nothing to do with cats. If you really want to say it, you can Call me weak night rabbit."

He glanced at the crack in the wall.I almost forgot that this is the wall of my own home, and the decoration is considered an expense.

Well, it probably just needs to be re-pasted with lime now... I have been very careful to control my strength, and I didn't even splash the blood.

"Bastard..." Fujita got up from the ground, drew out his samurai sword, and pointed the tip at Mingliu.The new dignity he had finally built was shattered, and he, who had just straightened his spine, was overwhelmed by anger, and he rushed forward to kill him regardless.

"Eh?" Ming Liu tilted his head, "Are you calling me? Are you really calling me?"

He sideways avoided Fujita's knife, hooked his leg and kicked over - still with very careful strength, only kicking people flying, not hurting the road or walls.

This time, before Fujita got up, Mingliu stepped on his back so that his face could face the ground.

"I'm actually very gentle."

Ming Liu bent down, "lightly" grabbed Fujita's hair, and forced him to look up at him: "You and Fei Jia are very familiar? Forget it, I don't care about that, it's good if he wants to know a few more people."

"But Mr. Fujita. Why do I feel that you want to lead Fei Jia down?"

Fujita Yamaji, who was pressed and rubbed on the ground as soon as he regained his self-esteem:  …

what?

Did he hear the word "bad"?

Who is leading who?

Ming Liu maintained this posture, took out a book from his arms with the other hand, and turned to a certain page with one hand.At first glance, I read it frequently, and the pages are slightly creased.

Fujita sees the fine print on the spine: A Guide to Pet Care

"Hmm... I found it. No. 70 three pages, note small print, you need to be careful when making friends with pets, if you often stay with people with bad habits, your cubs will also get bad habits."

...Fujita doesn't want to complain anymore.

He gave up.

It is really impossible to have normal human beings beside Lord Fyodor.

"Hmm, Mr. Fujita, did you hear that? I don't want you to pass on your bad habits to Fei Jia and beat him up every now and then. How bad it is."

Ming Liu ignored the traces of his actions.At least he didn't fight in front of them.

"I don't care what you do, please don't come here and harm my family."

He let go, and let Fujita's face be buried in the grass by the side of the road, loosening his grip by the way.Both hands were stretched over the top of the head to block the sun, and the tails of the hair were swaying, and ran to the shade of the tree - the big tree in the yard was too dense, and the shade was partly covered. "I came out in such a hurry that I forgot to bring an umbrella. I really hate the sun."

"Then Mr. Fujita, goodbye, let's go slowly."

Ming Liu grabbed the upper edge of the wall, anxious to hide from the sun, not going to go through the main entrance, but was already going to climb over the wall and enter his house.

"Why...wasting my talents in this kind of place..." Fujita, whose face was buried in the green grass by the roadside, asked such a question, his voice was so small, and the ending was still Trembling, I almost didn't hear it.Whether it is Lord Fyodor or the devil in front of him, why are they willing to live an ordinary life here.

"Why?" Ming Liu straddled the wall, "Is it related to you? Mr. Fujita, do you really think that you have the right to dictate other people's lives?"

Fujita remained motionless, listening to the sound of Mingliu running away from the wall.

why.

It turned out that these talented people didn't care about what he tried his best to pursue.

......

Ming Liu jumped off the fence, feeling extremely guilty.

Did he interfere too much with Fei Jia's friendship?Is this detrimental to his physical and mental health?

There is no detailed tutorial on this aspect in the "Pet Breeding Manual"...

He flipped through the book again, it was already full of distorted lines, and occasionally a few small words were scrawled as notes:

"Slightly picky eater."

"Put the two together and they might quarrel."

"Not sleeping well..."

“Very autistic and hardly social.” This line was followed by another, “Watch out for bad dogs out there.”

"Mr. Mingliu."

Ming Liu hurriedly stuffed the book into his arms.

"Fei, Fei Jia. Why did you come out... Did you come out to bask in the sun?" He calmed down a little, "That's right, if you go out to bask in the sun and look at the sky, your mood will also improve "

Fyodor held Mingliu's umbrella, half of him was in the shadow.He stretched out his hand and handed the handle of the umbrella to Mingliu. This action caused the sun to climb up his pale cheeks, his skin was almost transparent under the light, and his slender eyes narrowed uncomfortably, but they were indeed much more eye-catching.

"Just thinking about it, Mr. Mingliu seems to have forgotten to bring an umbrella when he went out."

"Fei Jia is indeed the best!"

......

Oda Sakunosuke rarely realized what it meant to be "excessively worrying".You know, before that, he even had to hesitate whether such a thing as "heart" existed.At this moment, I feel as if I have been worrying about Osamu Dazai for decades, and I am already a mature mother.

"Dazai... don't do dangerous moves."

"Dazai...stop."

"Dazai..."

Dazai touched the Shugou Group and placed it on the cabinet, a samurai sword that was both a decoration and a collection, his iris-colored eyes lit up: "Wow, it's so interesting."

"Oda Zuo, there are two words of benevolence and righteousness on it. It turns out that Hei Dao really knows how to do this kind of thing."

"Odasaku, Odasaku, look at the beams here. They are so straight. They are made of good wood. If you hang them up, they won't break suddenly."

Odasaku was tired.

He simply turned his face away, lowering his sense of existence.As before, to be a tool man with facial paralysis is to be a bodyguard who only needs to protect Dazai's life and safety.

Dazai didn't let him go, Oda Zuo shouted all the way.

Go deep into the Shugou Group, the base camp of at least a hundred sword-wielding warriors.They didn't care as if they were just going for a walk in one place.

Three to seven minutes, oh no, Katsuo Kurokoma, he squatted down and hugged his pet dog as soon as he came back, until he sat down face to face with Osamu Dazai to negotiate, he still hugged that puppy.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and glanced at the dog in his arms: "We will not interfere in the internal affairs of the Shugou Group. We just want to cooperate happily. I will make the plan, and you will do the implementation. Afterwards...□ □ points, you four and I six."

He didn't say what he wanted to cooperate with, nor was he in a hurry to show off his abilities. He just played with the teacup idly and glanced at the dog from time to time.

"You want to mobilize the power of the entire Shugou team, but only give 3% of the benefits? It's too despised us." Katsuo Kurokoma also looked at the teacup, "As long as I give an order, you will change in three minutes. Torn into pieces. Of course, I will not let our little Meier see such a bloody scene, right, Xiaomeier~"

Infinitely doting eyes and infinitely doting tone.

"...Disgusting." Osamu Dazai showed a disgusted expression, and raised his voice a little: "It's a mistake, the Shugou team is full of dogs. Seeing your sticky eyes, uncle, the whole mood darkens .”