When Ding Xiaoyi walked out of the kitchen, he looked at the fish on the plate.
He had some doubts that his talent in cooking might be limited to instant noodles in his life.
"Can I still eat it?? Zhaoyoujing is really unreliable. I just followed its instructions!"
Staring at the black fish filled with green smoke in front of me, I silently consoled myself: "Maybe it's not mushy. The fish itself is black, but I just put too much soy sauce!"
With the thought of comforting myself, I picked up the chopsticks and peeled away the fish skin. I saw that the meat under the black fish skin was delicate and white. Although it didn't look good, the meat inside was still good.
"Gudong!"
Swallow the saliva, moisten your throat, close your eyes and put the fish in your mouth. After all, it is a dish made by yourself, and you have to take a bite even if you kneel down.
Not to mention, although the taste of the fish was a little salty, the firm and textured texture still made Ding Xiaoyi suddenly feel that his cooking skills were... OK.
Hmm...so-so
Well... as long as you can eat it!
After all, they are psychic creatures, so they are unpalatable and unpalatable.
After Ding Xiaoyi took a few bites, he felt like a warm fire was burning up in his abdomen. His whole face turned red and his ears were red, and his forehead was sweating.
"To make up for it, it's really enough!"
The past two days have been stressful, and I was woken up by Reading today, so I couldn't sleep well. After these few mouthfuls of fish, my spirit suddenly became clearer.
It felt like the fatigue on my body had disappeared for a moment, replaced by endless energy.
But as he continued to eat, he doubted whether he could endure it.
Zhaoyou Jing said it was very replenishing, but I didn't expect it to be so replenishing.
It feels like my nose is breathing fire now.
He was afraid that he would collapse if he took two more bites. If he ate the whole fish, he would be eaten alive by the fish.
This is definitely not a joke.
News about this kind of thing was broadcast on TV, saying that a rich man did not hesitate to spend tens of millions of alliance coins to buy a ginseng found in the New World at an auction, intending to replenish his health.
For this purpose, an old hen was specially stewed, chopped green onions and wolfberries were added, and the old ginseng was added.
As a result, he died on the spot after drinking it.
He died of a hemorrhagic collapse, and his heart exploded while still alive.
It is said that when the corpse is covered with cloth, the gun cannot be pressed down.
This incident once became a popular joke on the Internet. If you love him, give him ginseng, and other slogans, wolfberry and ginseng are more powerful than the sky, and so on.
I am in the prime of my youth right now. If I were to make up for my death, I don’t know how I would be laughed at if word spread.
"Meow!" A cat meowed, interrupting Ding Xiaoyi's thoughts.
When I looked up, I saw a big black cat squatting on the stone bench.
“Whose cat is it??”
He didn't know much about cats. After all, he spent more time studying and studying machinery. Sometimes he didn't even have time to take care of himself, let alone take care of pets.
It’s not bad if you don’t find someone to take care of you.
But the cat in front of him seemed to be the most beautiful cat he had ever seen.
I don’t know how many times better looking than the cats raised by the friendly friends I met before.
Especially the slender tail, swaying around the cat, as agile as a little black snake.
Ding Xiaoyi was not surprised at all by the appearance of a cat.
After all, this is the old city.
There are not many young people, but there are more elderly people. Some elderly people are older, but their children are working, and they often keep pets to relieve their boredom.
"You must be attracted by my cooking skills."
Although he feels a little shameless, Ding Xiaoyi still feels good about himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he took a small piece of fish off the plate and put it in front of the black cat: "Eat it, don't say I'm stingy, it's really too filling, I'm afraid your little body won't be able to bear it!"
I only ate half of the fish and I couldn't bear it, let alone this little black cat.
After eating, he didn't go out standing on his head.
However, facing the small piece of fish that he sent to him, the black cat didn't even look at it.
Jumping on the table, with elegant steps and jet-black hair, he looked like a born noble.
Looking at the dark fish with a burnt smell on the plate, he glanced at Ding Xiaoyi for a moment. Although the cat's eyes were large and translucent, and the ice-blue pupils were still like gems in the dark night.
His eyes scanned Ding Xiaoyi's body up and down, and in his clear and traceless eyes, he saw a wisp of apricot yellow light on Ding Xiaoyi's body, which finally made the black cat's eyes change slightly.
The black cat looked carefully, but he always felt that the black cat was using its nostrils to see how he felt.
Before Ding Xiaoyi knew what the cat was going to do, he saw the black cat slowly raising its paws and gently saying: "Bang! Da..."
The dinner plate that was standing in front of it was ruthlessly swept off the table.
Then he squatted on the table, licking his paws leisurely, with an expression that was too lazy to pay attention to himself, full of disgust inside and outside.
"You have such a bad temper? You won't even eat fish??? Do you want to eat gold??"
Being inexplicably disliked by a cat, Ding Xiaoyi was speechless for a while, but he could not blame a cat.
When you pick up the fish, you can't eat it yourself, but you might as well take it back so that it can be eaten by the big head.
You can't just eat instant noodles, but you also need to supplement some nutrition, so that you can have the strength to work for yourself.
Ignore the black cat on the table and treat it as a passing wild cat. It will probably leave after a short time.
After clearing the table, I put the fish into a plastic bag, walked into the small room on the side, and let the meat ball swallow the prepared engine and water pump.
After calling the meat ball several times, the meat ball started to move stiffly.
I don’t know why, but I feel like Rouqiu is a little dull today.
After watching the meat ball swallow everything, Ding Xiaoyi took out the black iron key, closed the door, and gently wiped his fingers on the black iron key.
"Chaimu's new home."
Along with the low chanting, the eyes were suddenly enveloped in huge darkness, and then the person disappeared into the room.
"Buzz..."
At this time, the door buzzed, and the door was pushed open a gap, and the black cat's head poked into the door.
But after seeing the empty room and Ding Xiaoyi who had disappeared, Black Cat's expression suddenly became startled.
"Meow!!"
Suddenly the tail started swaying behind him, making a snapping sound when it hit the bluestone bricks.
…………
As soon as I returned to Huangquan, I stretched myself out.
Looking at the mirror first and then the diary has become his standard action.
"Hey! The diary is open!"
When I saw that the diary on the table had been opened and flipped to the fourth page.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he jumped out of bed impatiently.
Open the fourth page of the diary.
The familiar handwriting always makes me feel warm in my heart, and I am full of expectations for the next content.
It seems that the old man is using this method to continue to accompany his growth.
March 12, Year 100 of the Alliance Calendar.
After a lot of trouble, I found my old friend in a dilapidated temple on the edge of District 13.
This is where I first came into contact with the Spirit Exterminator.
"Exorcist!"
When he saw these three words, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to continue reading.
Maybe it’s because of my old friends, or maybe it’s because of the reputation Ding’s Pharmaceuticals has accumulated over the years, but they told me a lot of things that I have never been exposed to.
But at night, when I was sleeping, the old guy came again.
To be honest, the reason why I don't like this old guy is because you never know when he will appear next to you.
Maybe when you were asleep.
Maybe when you take a shower.
Even when you are admiring the beautiful dancing posture of ****.
In his words.
It would be interesting to see more of the dark side of human nature.
Shit, he's a voyeur.
When faced with my righteous words, he would always raise his chin at a 180° angle and look at the sky, pretending to be serious.
He told me that the way these necromancers control psychic creatures is wrong.
When I asked him what the right way was, he always kept silent.
So I felt that I needed to make a bet with him... (Blurred content...)
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a while, and hurriedly looked past the vague content and continued reading.
Is the way the Necromancer handles psychic creatures wrong?
Could it be said that the fallen spirit master is the correct one?
Thinking of seeing Piaoxu who had completely turned into a monster in the warehouse, Ding Xiaoyi had doubts about the contents of the diary for the first time.
Shaking his head, maybe the method of exorcism is not correct, but turning into a monster is the correct way, and he will never accept this statement.
He looked down hurriedly.
I found that the content of the blockbuster was blurred, as if something was involved.
These things have become a kind of taboo, making it impossible for you to read the contents.
Until the bottom, there is only one line of words left.
[Don’t use psychic creatures as tools, try to communicate on an equal footing, you may get unexpected gains. 】
"It's over???"
Seeing this, even though he knew that the next page of the diary would not be opened, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but try to read the next page.
Because the content inside is so important.
I have just come into contact with the spiritual masters and have even become an outside member of the union. At this time, the content in the diary tells me that their way is wrong?
But what exactly was wrong? Not a word was mentioned.
This is like watching a sex scene in a movie. It’s exciting to watch. Just when I’m about to get to the point, I’ll tell you: “You can’t describe the area below the neck. You can think of it yourself.”
You can imagine that feeling, it is really...
Naturally, the next page of the diary could not be opened. Seeing this, he rationally told Ding Xiaoyi not to worry about it, so he held the diary and read it again.
"Equal communication!" Looking at the last paragraph, Ding Xiaoyi thought about it over and over again.
But after thinking about it, I don't have a clue.
The only psychic creature I have in my hands now is [Thousand Faces]. Do I want to communicate with this mask on an equal footing, talk about my heart, and talk about love?
It feels weird when I think about it, and I wonder if it would be considered a lunatic.
He scratched his head and stopped thinking. He wouldn't need it for a while anyway. After closing the diary, Ding Xiaoyi stepped out of the room.