Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Chapter 14 014

Master Shengjun bared his small white teeth, showing a fierce look, and the hair on his tail was blown up. He took a sip of coffee and milk, it was sweet and greasy, and the milk was fragrant, mixed with some silky cream, "grumble "Taking a sip, I couldn't hold back, and swallowed it directly.

Mi Xiaoxiao saw him standing there in a daze, with coffee stains and cream on his mouth, and smiled a little awkwardly, "Is it delicious?"

taste not good.

The little girl Huaci turned her head irritably, denied it arrogantly, then secretly glanced at Mi Xiaoxiao, seeing that the other person was not looking at him, she continued to drink.

Yang Jun glanced at Huaci, and chatted with Mi Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, you little lamb looks a little different."

"What's the matter?" Mi Xiaoxiao put down his chopsticks and listened attentively.

Yang Jun took a spoonful of black beans and put them in his mouth to chew, as if he felt worried even if he missed a bite, and said distractedly: "I think it looks serious, I can't say it, it's just my intuition."

Beside him, Zhao Lun laughed loudly holding the pig's trotters, and replied, "Pull you down, animals are not like that, your dog has nothing to say to you, you are not afraid!"

"Pfft——" Yang Jun almost spit out, wiped his mouth and replied, "I didn't see your pet drinking coffee and gnawing pig's trotters."

Mi Xiaoxiao propped her chin and listened to their nonsense, feeling a little warm in her heart.

It was an atmosphere he had never experienced before, as warm as home.

Yang Jun didn't know whether he was overwhelmed by Mi Xiaoxiao's delicious food, or moved by his cheerful temperament. In short, he talked a lot more than before, and he didn't sweat so much.

In the corner of the back kitchen, Lao Cao looked at them so happy, while wiping away his tears, he gnawed on the pig's trotters.

He hasn't had a home-cooked meal in the world for a long time, and he never thought that he could eat the meal cooked by Mi Xiaoxiao.

Seeing that Huaci was full, Mi Xiaoxiao picked up the little guy and stuffed it into his clothes, even stuffing the exposed tip of his tail.

"Let's go to sleep for a while, and then get up and exercise." Mi Xiaoxiao postponed the after-dinner exercise plan, mainly because moving today is really tiring.

When she stood up, she felt dizzy for a while, and her face turned pale instantly, but that face was blocked by the collar, so Hua Ci couldn't see it.

A sudden gust of warm wind blew in, bringing a light and soft start, the blue-clothed scholar and Mi Xiaoxiao walked across each other, and went straight to the back kitchen.

Lan Fu chased Cao Tou for several days, and finally dug out his hiding place.

When passing by Mi Xiaoxiao, Lan Fu stopped and took a look at him. Something seemed to be moving in the boy's tightly hugged arms. Lan Fu sniffed carefully, only smelling coffee and pig's feet.

He let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked into the back kitchen.

"Old Cao, you really made it easy for me to find." Lan Fu was sensitive to the word "I", and didn't want to show timidity in front of the Yin soldiers, so he simply stopped saying the word.

Lao Cao was gnawing his head vigorously. Hearing this, the pig's trotters were frightened away, and he stood up and wanted to run.

Lan Fu flicked his sleeve, and the rope flew out of the sleeve, binding Lao Cao from head to foot, making him unable to move for a moment.

The two Yin soldiers stared at the remaining half pot of pig's trotters, their eyeballs almost fell in, Lan Fu folded his arms and looked at the two, the Yin soldiers immediately swallowed and looked away.

One of them immediately entered the state and kicked old Cao's head, "You, what is your last wish, come quickly."

Old Cao shrugged his head and whispered back: "I want to eat a few more pieces of pig's trotters..." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to mutter, "If it wasn't for being greedy by Xiaoxiao's cooking, I would keep running, just like you Can't catch me."

"Hiss—" This old ghost is quite proud!The Yin soldier put his long sword on the ground and reprimanded fiercely: "This is a funeral home, not a restaurant. Change your last wish."

Lan Fu saw the selfishness of the two of them, so he tapped his head and said, "Why, don't let him eat, and leave the rest to you two?"

The Yin Soldier laughed dryly after being exposed by him.

Mi Xiaoxiao put Hua Ci on the bed, took off her shoes, and covered her with the quilt. When she closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes were so sleepy and wet.

Hua Ci was influenced by him and closed his eyes lazily.

Mi Xiaoxiao was half dreaming and half awake thinking that he must be too tired today, otherwise he would have been dizzy just now.

After finishing the pig's trotters, Lao Caotou in the back kitchen filled a bowl of fried rice with coriander and beef sauce. He ate it and cried.

Ever since he met Lan Fu and Yin Bing face to face, he finally knew that he was dead. From the initial confusion to the present finality, Lao Cao grumbled and felt a little bored.

After eating and making his last wish, Lan Fu waved his hand, ready to take him to the management office to go through the formalities first.

When the old Caotou came out, he looked at Mi Xiaoxiao's lounge reluctantly, and made a humble request, "I, can I say goodbye to Xiaoxiao..."

"Why do you have so many troubles, do you know you very well?" Yin Bing was impatient, because the old Cao head ran away, and they had been educated by King Yama's thoughts for several days, and their righteousness was not going well.

But Lan Fu said: "Go, anyway, the last full meal will be cooked by that mortal."

Lan Fu kindly told Lao Cao how to dream, and when Mi Xiaoxiao was soundly asleep, Lao Cao fell into a dream.

Wrapped in rags, he sat on Mi Xiaoxiao's bedside, stared at the young man for a few times, thinking that he had followed the large army to drive away the child before his death, and he felt ashamed.

Back then, he just didn't dare not to go. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that Mi Xiaoxiao would bring disaster.

Old Cao wiped away the water marks from the corners of his eyes, and patted Mi Xiaoxiao awake with his red eyes. Mi Xiaoxiao was disturbed and forced to sit up in a daze. When he saw him, his mouth opened wide.

Not to mention anything else, Mi Xiaoxiao knew that Lao Cao's body was still at the mourning venue.

"Cao, Uncle Cao..." Mi Xiaoxiao stepped back, subconsciously wanting to reach out to hug Hua Ci, but he couldn't reach it.

Old Cao showed a smile that was uglier than crying, guilt floated on his face, and with the creases on his face, he said like a mosquito: "Xiaoxiao, thank you for your food, your craftsmanship...is the same as your grandfather's. good."

Mi Xiaoxiao: "??" What do you mean?

The old Cao head Balabala complained about his hardships, regardless of whether Mi Xiaoxiao liked it or not, he probably regretted following the trend and slandering him, and he also complained that his old age was miserable and his children and grandchildren were not filial.

Mi Xiaoxiao's body froze, but she didn't tell him consciously whether this was a dream or not.

After a long time, the sunset glow in the sky fell down reluctantly, brushed over the thin clouds, and half the face was illuminated, the orange-red light was replaced by the cold moonlight, Mi Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that the sky was already dark.

Upon discovering this, he was even more astonished.

Didn't it mean that ghosts only come and go at night?Why can old Cao head talk to his parents without any psychological burden at all?Was it a blue sky just now? !

Lao Cao said that his mouth was dry, and he conjured up a cup of snow top coffee and drank a couple of sips.

"..." Mi Xiaoxiao said in his heart, this must be a fucking dream, right?Is the dream so complete? ?Even the fake coffee he made!

Old Cao got up and walked over, thanking him and saying "I'm sorry", Mi Xiaoxiao couldn't move, as if he was frozen.

After speaking, the other party seemed to have completely understood what was on his mind. When he saw a tail protruding from the corner of the quilt, it was in vain, so he wanted to touch it.

With a "boom", a burst of gold stars appeared in front of Lao Cao's eyes, and he was directly shocked by the golden light flashing from his tail.

The soul of old Caotou came out through the wall in front of Mi Xiaoxiao's eyes. Mi Xiaoxiao's jaw almost dropped when he saw it, "I'm so stupid, I flew out!" After saying this, he fell down unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark, and my state seemed to coincide with the dream just now.

Mi Xiaoxiao broke out in a cold sweat, and when he lowered his head, he found that Huaci was wrapping his tail around him, as if he had just woken up.

Thinking that Lao Cao was thrown out by Huaci's tail, Mi Xiaoxiao suddenly picked up Huaci and shouted excitedly, "Father, thank you for saving me!"

Hua Ci frowned when he heard this call, and raised his hoof to pat his face.

He controlled the strength of the hoof kicking, and only gave Mi Xiaoxiao a smirk.

Hua Ci naturally didn't see Mi Xiaoxiao's dream, but felt something approaching, and instinctively protected him.

After getting up, thinking about that dream, Mi Xiaoxiao felt uncomfortable, so she walked out of the room a few steps and came to the gate of the mourning venue.

The house was pitch-black, and the old Cao's head was dug out after being buried. A series of ridiculous events, tossed one after another, and his face was lost.

The corpse was changed into new clothes by the son, and it was lying there quietly.

Mi Xiaoxiao didn't go in, but stood in front of the door, bowed, and said with a sigh, "Mr. Cao has a good journey, I hope you will have a good pregnancy in your next life."

Mi Xiaoxiao is not a holy father, but death is like a lamp going out, so there is no need to worry about it once everything is over.

It was rare for Huaci to see Mi Xiaoxiao feeling sad, so she stood quietly and looked up at people.

He can't understand the suffering of the world's death. Huaci has lived for thousands of years, and ordinary people's affairs are like a passing cloud. Death is not terrible. Anyway, he always goes to hell and enters the six realms. If he has a clear conscience in this life, the next life will not be too bad.

But seeing Mi Xiaoxiao like this, there was some slight fluctuation in his heart. At least, he thought about it now, what kind of emotion is sadness.

Hua Ci was about to step away when the "sad boy" grabbed the tip of his tail.

Mi Xiaoxiao tilted her head and smiled, and took out a tennis racket and tennis ball from her back. Unlike the luminous ball, although this tennis ball was also green, it had a velvety appearance.

"Hey, I have prepared new props, let's play something exciting today."

Hua Ci rolled her eyes: Who is playing with you.

Mi Xiaoxiao didn't care whether he liked it or not, he threw the ball towards him, Hua Ci jumped up reflexively, and with a flick of his tail, the ball was thrown out.

Yang Jun and Zhao Lun ran out to watch the fun, and also scored them points.

In the management office, Lao Cao was staring at the burnt red mark on his palm in a daze. Lan Fu entered his information into the system and turned around to call him. When he saw the scar, he stared, "How did you do it?"

Old Cao Tou touched the wound with his fingertips, the pain was burning, and he said aggrievedly: "A tail attacked me and almost killed me."

"Tail? Whose tail?" Lan Fu asked anxiously.

The wound looks like the handwriting of the Holy King, but it is much lighter. If a player like Lao Caotou meets the Holy King, the only end will be to lose his soul.

But he was still amazed.

Old Cao shook his head with shameful brows, and muttered, "That's right, whose tail? It can't be Xiaoxiao's, right?"

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