Nanxiong, the disaster of beating the enemy

"Why do I have to accompany you? Obviously you can do it yourself."

Mi Ji asked while holding three boxes of instant noodles in one hand and pushing my stroller with the other.

Don't look at him struggling so much, in fact, I used my thoughts to support the instant noodles, and I also used my thoughts to drag Mi Ji and my stroller.

Mi Chi only contributed to such a boss.

[I made a bet with Shiba. 】I stayed in the stroller that Mi Ji was pushing with a blank expression, 【Talk to me telepathically outside. 】

[It's really troublesome, I still want to study drones. 】

【You were studying Amano Yuki when you stayed in the room. 】

I emphasized.

【Stop talking, my boyish heart is already broken, ah, I can't even take a step. 】

Mi Ji covered his head and put on a mask of pain.

[You don't need to walk, isn't it all pushed by me with my thoughts? 】

[This is not a question of whether to walk or not. ] Mi Ji was very upset, 【I feel like an oppressed prisoner. 】

[The point is that I don't want to bring instant noodles to my elder brother at all, it's so scary. 】

[Even if you can't be seen by Hisoka and Yu... Amano Yuyuki, you can still teleport there directly. 】

Before making a long speech, I immediately blocked his mouth and said.

【please. 】

Miji is so hungry that I asked for help and touched my nose.

【It's rare to see you begging me, so I will mercifully agree to you. 】

This is a bit different from seeking, right? Forget it. After all, it’s too bad that there is no joke, but Yiermi is... over there.

【Where is Big Brother? ] Mi Ji stood in the woods and looked left and right.

Then a lump bulged under his feet, Mi Ji was startled, jumped back a step, and hugged me forward with one hand, "Hey, where the evildoer dares to be here...Fuck me, big brother?"

【Kusuo, you've changed. I'm so good with you, but you didn't remind me that my elder brother is buried under my feet. ] Mi Ji accuses me from the bottom of my heart.

[Your first reaction when you met a monster was to use me as a shield, what right do you have to say about me? 】

【……我们是相亲相爱揍敌客一家人嘛。 】

What song do you sing at this time?It's been a year, and it's still out of tune. Are you inseparable from the tuner?

But I managed to get away with the jokes. I already knew that Yiermi had dug another hole and buried herself in the ground.

But this is underground, which means countless bugs with brainless eyes and glowing red eyes. It is so scary that I dare not take a second look.

Especially recently, the training of Yier fans has added holding one's breath to restrain one's breath, and there is no murderous brand insect repellent. It is an existence that thinks of YUE at a glance and teleports away.

If Shiba knew that I had such an obvious weakness, he would definitely lock me in a small black room full of bugs.

No, absolutely not, no matter what, I must protect my secret.

"Is there something wrong?" Illmi asked with a pile of grass and dirt on his head.

Mi Chi trembled, picked me up again and moved forward, "Big, big, big brother, Kusuo is looking for you!"

"Wait a minute." Elmi said expressionlessly.

Then he took a few steps back, like a big cat shaking his head, he threw all the dirt out of his body, even exuding a bit of murderous aura, some bugs that were originally crawling on his body immediately rolled over his limbs and fell down like a tide .

It was too scary and I wanted to escape.

"Kusuo, your breath is wrong."

At such times, Yiermi's voice follows me everywhere, and his eyes seem to be able to empty everything out of me.

I resisted the thought of retreating and running away, pretending to be casual and said, "Well, I just want to dissect the bug."

Yier fan stared at me for a while, but couldn't tell whether he believed it or not. This guy has already passed away by blocking my telepathy for a short time.

He took out a handkerchief and cleaned himself up.

There should be no problem.

I was slightly relieved.

Then Yiermi took me from Miji's hands naturally, hugged me in a standard posture, and then glanced at the three boxes of instant noodles that Miji was still holding.

"Kusuo, what is this?"

It is impossible for Yier fans not to know instant noodles. Although our family is one of the richest people, we have never eaten this kind of noodles when eating.

But because I have to pretend for the task, I will learn a lot of knowledge, such as this kind of food, even if our family doesn’t eat it, we still know it, and judging from the fact that Yier fans have learned how to cook, I believe he can also instant noodles a hundred ways. "

"I want to taste it." I replied blankly and without guilt.

"Unhealthy." Yier fans said like a parent who would watch that kind of health program.

Our family eats food with poison, and discussing health and unhealthy is simply a false proposition.

I haven't eaten it, and I don't expect much about the taste of instant noodles. In addition, I can already eat some food instead of supplementary food. If the chef who beat the enemy gets rid of the poison, the food will be very suitable for my taste.

But I also don't want to squat on the toilet in order to prove my "curse".

In comparison, the seasoning packets for instant noodles are indeed better.

I thought about it, and decided to use the last trick, and wiped the tear-jerking finger across it. This is much better than garlic cloves, and it is colorless and tasteless. Immediately, my eyes were full of tears, as if I had been waiting for a long time, and then said, "Please, brother."

I have to say that the attack that consumed my integrity was too powerful.

Yi Ermi's eyes lit up, forgetting about nutrition and health, and nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

【Kusuo launches his good brother to attack. 】

[Il fan was killed with one blow. 】

Miji broadcast in his heart.

[Go away, you. 】

I have to say that I really sacrificed a lot, since I exposed my telepathy and entered the literacy period early.

After I "leaked superpowers" and shaved Yiermi's head into a short hair, he threw away my literacy book, took his self-made literacy textbook, and taught me to read "Big brother is awesome".

Yiermi’s good-looking face, paired with a cropped cut, plus the eternally gloomy expression, and the sentence “good brother”, brought me a great psychological shadow, after which I have no teacher She learned to call her by name directly, and has always maintained a respectful attitude.

This time, in order to verify whether I have the ability to "curse", I really sacrificed a lot.

My morals fell to pieces.

But it's also important.

I often say hello, like cursing the next child who beat the enemy in front of Sheba, and the next child will have pink hair.

Now that Sheba is young and strong and loving Kijon, he will definitely have several children. By then, I will accidentally curse successfully.

My silver-haired patriarch's Oududou is gone, which is a big deal.

So this time you have to know.

Irmi took us to the kitchen. There was still a white bandage wrapped around his neck. I stared at it for a minute, and the skin under the bandage was also exposed. I used the wound medicine with the characteristic of beating the enemy. The original wound The scabs have scabbed over, and although it still looks hideous, it won't leave any scars.

I don't care about him, I just stop by to see it.

It's not time to eat, but there are servants guarding the kitchen, seeing us coming in and asking, "Do you have any orders from the Eldest Young Master, the Second Young Master, and the Third Young Master?"

Instant noodles have to be disassembled by Yier fans to be effective. I said to Yier fans, "Brother must cook it himself."

Ya Lie Ya Lie, it's too shameful.

I have already seen the eyes of the servants on the opposite side widen.

[Oh my god, is this the third young master? 】

[Master Wutong said that "Alice's Paradise" would cause the third young master to have hallucinations, but what I added today is "Hell Snapdragon Juice", which will only make people go crazy screaming 'ooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. 】

Deduction of wages, deduction of wages!

I wanted to give up trying to find out if I had the ability to "curse" and just teleport away, but I didn't expect Hisoka to appear at this time.

"It's so lively here," Hisoka walked in carelessly, wearing only a coat and no shirt, revealing his bandaged chest carelessly, "Do you mind adding me?"

Half of the body has already been put in, so what's the point of asking this?

"Mr. Hisoka, what can I do for you?" the servant asked with a proper business smile, "It's not time for dinner yet."

"If you have anything you want to eat or avoid, you can tell me."

"Because I had a fight with Xiaoyi and left a declaration of love," Hisoka touched the heart with his fingers, "I've exercised too much, I'm hungry, and I want to have afternoon tea."

Does your stomach grow on top of your heart?

Yi Ermi ignored him, put me on his shoulder, freed his hands, and started unpacking the instant noodles wholeheartedly.

I stared at him seriously.

In the first package, the bread was poured out, and there was no seasoning package.

Yi Ermi showed a puzzled look, and opened the second package, but there was still no seasoning package.

Immediately afterwards, he opened twenty packs of instant noodles at the same time with a nail and a brush. They only scratched open the dough in the plastic bag, but it was intact, and there was still not a single pack of seasoning.

There are instant noodles that have been dismantled behind Yi Ermi, and she froze in place, as if countless question marks were pressed on her forehead.

This scene is really weird, and the atmosphere is extremely stiff.

"There should be something wrong with this batch of instant noodles." Mi Ji said boldly, "There is no need to eat any instant noodles, right, Kusuo."

He winked at me, I will not let him risk the possibility of being trained to death to set me up, I was about to go down.

However, at this moment, Hisoka took out a pack of instant noodles from the box, peeled off the seal with a playing card, put his hand in, and whistled, "lucky."

Still holding the two small seasoning packets, he shook provocatively at Yi Ermi, and asked, "Are you [-]% of the physique that doesn't produce seasoning packets?"

Sure enough, Hisoka was cursed.

The author has something to say:

Big brother: never dare to look at instant noodles again