As soon as the mint candy was taken out, the little civet cat half-demon who was very able to sit still immediately turned around and stretched out his white and tender little hands to grab it, his dark eyes seemed to be flickering with light.
This child's appearance is amazing. He looks even better when he moves like this. Qingjiu next to him is looking at him sideways. However, he feels that this scene is quite interesting. Fortunately, this little raccoon cat and half-demon are watching.
He is not very old, maybe only eight or nine years old. Otherwise, he might have seen his host fall out on the spot.
He gloated and touched his nose, looked at Qing Huan who was working diligently at the side, and then turned his attention back to Mr. Cheng who was teasing the little raccoon cat.
The little civet cat grabbed the mint candy, unwrapped the candy wrapper and couldn't wait to put it into its mouth. However, there was an ecstatic expression on its face, as if it was about to become an immortal after taking a magical elixir, and its tail behind it swayed happily.
It's really interesting to watch.
Cheng Muyan felt that the little civet cat looked stupid, but it was actually quite smart. She peeled off the candy wrapper in front of the little civet cat once, and the little civet cat learned to eat mint candies like this the next time, so it was not stupid.
"It looks like an autistic child, but why do autistic children still grab mints to eat?" Qingjiu touched her head and continued to open the backend to check this information.
-Severe lack of emotional contact with others; bizarre, repetitive ritualistic behaviors; mutism or marked abnormalities in speech; high levels of visual-spatial skills or mechanical memory abilities in contrast to other learning difficulties; intelligence, alertness
and attractive appearance.
Intelligent, alert and attractive appearance???
so?
Qingjiu read this sentence again word for word, and suddenly realized that this little civet cat really seemed a bit like, oh no, it should be very similar to an autistic child, the symptoms looked very similar.
Pull the information searched in the background onto the screen and point it to Cheng Muyan: "I have a lot of books in the background. Do you want me to go in and look for similar books? Autism is divided into congenital and acquired.
It may be difficult to cure it, but it is difficult to cure it. I will download an app and test it on the little civet cat to see if there is any way to cure his symptoms."
"Oh." Cheng Muyan nodded, watching Qingjiu busy again, and pointed to the young man with a barb on his back who was sitting in the corner, "facing the wall and thinking about his faults", and said: "Give it to him by the way.
Give it a try and look for relevant content to see if it is possible to cure him. It feels like his situation is a bit like being hypnotized. Once he reaches a certain mark, he will show signs of going crazy. This is really like eh, you
Do you feel that?"
"It's very possible, but... do you think my system can solve such a high-level hypnosis? I'm not a hypnosis master, and even if I were a hypnosis master, I can't solve this child's hypnosis.
Every hypnosis master uses different methods. He can only find the master who hypnotized him to untie it, or someone who has the same lineage as that person. After all, to untie the bell, the person who tied the bell needs to be tied." Qingjiu said, "Swipe.
"Shuhuhua" he said while flipping through the background.
Cheng Muyan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "The killing was so exciting at that time, now I want to find someone to get the antidote. Everyone has gone to reincarnation, where can I find it?"
Qingjiu raised her head and glanced at her, her brows slowly furrowed, then nodded, and shook her head again. Cheng Muyan looked puzzled, but she heard him say: "Is it possible that this master of hypnosis in the world of cultivating immortals is a pharmacist or...
Alchemist? What we are killing are the top executives who are responsible for the cause and effect in the Colosseum. Which pharmacist or alchemist would go to the Colosseum? Ordinary pharmacists and alchemists even smell of spices on their bodies.
It's disgusting, not to mention the unpleasant smell of blood mixed with sweat in the Colosseum, or the smell of farts and foot-picking..."
"Ugh..., get out of here! If you talk about beating me to death!" Cheng Muyan slapped Qingjiu directly on the mouth, knocking his unfinished words into his throat.
Then...then Qingjiu saw the person standing next to her with a face as cold as ice and eyes that were piercing him like nails! Host!
He stared blankly, and the hand covering his mouth suddenly took away, revealing the swollen mouth underneath. Of course, no one at the scene paid attention to whether his mouth was swollen or not. His obedient host was holding a handkerchief...
...wiping Mr. Cheng’s hands!
Yes, it was the hand that hit him in the mouth. I wiped it very carefully. After wiping the fingers one by one, I also wiped the palms and backs of my hands, even my wrists!
His mouth doesn't have that bad taste, right?
No! His mouth hurts!
Covering his mouth, which was burning like a sausage, he watched the host pull Mr. Cheng away, not forgetting to say venomously: "Go back and get alcohol to disinfect, I don't know what his mouth has been exposed to!"
I don’t eat shit! Why should I use alcohol to disinfect it?
Qingjiu was indignant. She remembered what she had just said. After being stunned, she retched twice. She angrily stood up and walked back and forth with her hands on her hips. She stared at their retreating figures and glared hatefully. What a waste of alcohol.
, alcohol is what I told you!
…
The old skinny monkey sat cross-legged on a high tree branch, with two fluffy hands gently climbing on the branches. The tree trunk with slender wrists actually supported him steadily, not letting him move at all. Others were in the tree.
But underneath, he was losing his temper. The half-demon with the head of a leopard and the body of a human body stood up from the ground, raised his head and said to the old skinny monkey: "Are those people in front of you gone? Are you so dim that you can't see clearly? I can't see.
Once it becomes clear, come down and we'll discuss it again and send someone to take a look."
There are all kinds of people in this group, and there are all kinds of ugly ways, and everyone has many scars on their bodies. Some are caused by abuse, some are hunted in the jungle, or fight with other beasts for food.
However, the good thing is that everyone in this group has complete arms and legs, and there are no disabled or weak ones. There are a few old and frail ones, and there are a few newly adopted cubs who can't walk yet.
He was too ugly and was abandoned in the forest by those people, so they picked him up.
The old skinny monkey is an old and frail person. If the old skinny monkey is a normal human or a monster, his current age should be the beginning stage of his life. He has only lived for eighteen years.
However, his internal organs were gradually weakening, and his legs, feet, and arms were gradually becoming weak. The reason why Leopard Head interrupted was because he was afraid that the old skinny monkey would fall from the tall tree, and had no other intention.
Others also looked at the old skinny monkey with worried faces, fearing that his hands and feet would lose strength or that the thin branches of the tree would crack.