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Chapter 37 The Hell Three-Headed Dog 5
"What are you excited about?"
Yi Xing only glanced at the three-headed hell dog, then looked past him and looked at the dumplings next to him.
The man was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a spatula in his hands, with absolute confidence in his gestures, as if everything was under control, what can be produced...
"Is this a dumpling?" Yi Xing asked.
Cerberus was interrupted when he was about to say something, and he followed him to look, with a sense of asking for credit, and said: "Yes, the dumplings, I bought the dough and wrapped it myself."
Yi Xing's expression was complicated, he really didn't understand where the other party came from to claim credit for his confidence.
To say that this bowl is dumplings requires some imagination.
At first glance, it looks like a lump of gnocchi, and there are a few boiled and broken, pink octopus tentacles floating all over the bowl.
Looking at the pot again, the color of the small octopus is dark and light, the dark part is burnt black, and the light part is not yet cooked.
The stewed octopus Yi Xing didn't even want to take off the lid to look at it, because he had already seen three empty 500ml bottles of liquor beside him.
The three-headed dog probably didn't add water to the stew pot, and directly filled it with high-concentration spirits.
"What? Are you trying to drunk the octopus to death in the pot?"
Yi Xing sighed in his heart, it's a pity to lose these good wine and ingredients.
Although ordinary food has limited energy, it can also bring good taste enjoyment when cooked.Let alone taste enjoyment now, their appearance is pollution to vision and smell.
Cerberus finally found Yi Xing's dislike for these dishes, "You don't like these dishes? Or... I'm not good enough?"
you still need to ask?
The phone vibrated, it was news from An Wumeng, Yi Xing explained:
"I'll give you three minutes to clean up the kitchen."
After speaking, he walked out of the kitchen with his mobile phone and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
An Wumeng: found the house you wanted. It is a beach house with a private beach. Everything meets your requirements.
The only problem is that the owner of the villa is also an escapee. He is not short of money and asks to buy it with points.
Seeing the news about the house, Yi Xing was a little surprised.
The dungeon time was suddenly advanced this time, and a large number of escapees entered the dungeon. As the team leader of the Sea City Administration, An Wumeng should be very busy, and he was still helping him find a house.
He trusted the place An Wumeng chose, so he asked directly: How many points.
A number was sent.
ββ300.
Yi Xing looked at the nearly five-digit points on the screen and agreed.
ββYes, how to transfer his points.
After a while, the news from the other side came back.
An Wumeng: There is no rush, when you are free, will take you to see the villa first.
Yi Xing: I'm free anytime.
A head moved over.
Cerberus crouched beside his legs, looking up at him.
"Master, I haven't cooked human food for a long time, and my cooking skills have regressed a bit. Give me some time, and I will definitely make food that satisfies the master."
"Don't bother, you are the best food."
Yi Xing raised his hand to caress the long hair that was as thick as a lion's mane, and said slowly:
"If you really want to satisfy me, just stew yourself."
"It's an honor to be loved by my master."
Cerberus pretended not to hear Yi Xing's explicit instructions, and instead hinted: "Master, I slept on the floor in front of your room last night."
Yi Xing didn't bother to expose the moisture in his "one night".
It is impossible for him to sleep peacefully with a powerful opponent nearby. He seemed to be asleep last night, but he was always paying attention to the movements of the three-headed dog.
He knew exactly when the three-headed dog left and when it came back.
"So?" Yi Xing asked.
Unlike the three-headed dog pretending not to understand his express, he really didn't understand what the other party was implying.
It's not that he asked the three-headed dog to sleep at his door, he can leave if he doesn't want to sleep.
Cerberus had no choice but to pick it up and said, "You seem to have forgotten to prepare a litter box for your dog."
"Is it because Xiao Ke mentioned that I didn't give you the nest?" Yi Xing seemed to understand, but he still couldn't figure it out, "You are a dog who is begging for nothing, why should you ask me to give you the nest?"
Cerberus could feel the soft fingers on the top of his head becoming stiff, cold and sharp.
The master's hand took on that shape again.
He paused for breath, his eyes sparkled, he resisted the urge to turn his head and bite the hand, and continued to squat on the ground, saying:
"If the owner doesn't prepare a bed for the dog, the dog can't guarantee where it will appear every night in the future."
Yi Xing's sharp claws hanging on top of the man's head were drawn together, and strands of hair passed through his fingers.
"You're not looking for a master at all, you're looking for a slave."
He called "Master" on his lips, but he was forcing the "Master" to do what he wanted.
"Why do you think so?" Cerberus tilted his head in bewilderment, "Isn't it right for the owner to prepare a litter box for the dog?"
With just this one sentence, Yi Xing can think of many similar conversations that will occur in the future.
Isn't it right for the owner to prepare food for the dog, groom the dog, take the dog out for a walk...?
There are only dogs in the owner's world, and the owner should sacrifice himself for the dog, isn't it right?
Yi Xing tapped the man's head a few times with his fingertips, and said:
"You are already a mature dog, you should learn to prepare a litter for yourself."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at the phone, stopped talking to the three-headed dog, got up and activated the space ability, covering all the furniture and decorations into the space.
Cerberus raised his hand, his fingers sank into his hair, and when he pulled them out, there were clearly a few drops of blood on his hand.
This was left by Yi Xing, with a hint of warning.
His master doesn't like being manipulated by others, doesn't listen to any coercion, and is captivatingly willful.
Cerberus watched Yi Xing empty out all the items in the house, and stepped forward to ask, "Master is moving?"
"Well," Yi Xing responded, and said, "When the people from the administration come back, you..."
"I hide?" Cerberus asked cooperatively.
Yi Xing thought of An Wumeng, the leader of the survivors, when he mentioned the three-headed dog with caution.
There was also the fight in the dungeon, An Wumeng used their talents together with them, but the hell three-headed dog still left safely.
A-level hunters, even the Administration, are difficult to deal with, right?
"Follow you." Yi Xing replied.
Presumably, the Administration would not rashly deal with an A-level hunter. If he did, he would be more or less sure, as long as he followed the Administration.
If he loses, he still has spatial abilities, as long as he doesn't get too deep, he can escape far away.
If you win, the three-headed dog meat hot pot will be arranged.
Cerberus looked into Shang Yi Xing's eyes and sighed helplessly.
The master's desire for him is really undisguised.
...
An Wumeng said to take him to see the house, Yi Xing thought he was sending a relevant person in charge to take him there, but he didn't expect An Wumeng to come to the house in person.
"Are you going to move there directly?"
An Wumeng saw Yi Xing's house with only a few walls left, and was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.
A house with 300 points can be decided without even looking at it?
Yi Xing said: "Just move if it suits you, and come back if it doesn't suit you. Anyway, you have spatial abilities, so it doesn't bother you."
"Your ability is really convenient." An Wumeng sighed.
Among the ability users of the same level, only Yi Xing can use the spatial ability so freely.
Other space-type abilities, either have a small space capacity and can't hold many things at all, or use space teleportation, and they don't know where they will be sent.
The two left together.
Before going out, Yi Xing glanced back.
The breath of the hell three-headed dog completely disappeared.
Did he choose to hide himself from people?It's not like his style.
Coming to the underground garage, Yi Xing put his own car into the space and got in An Wumeng's car.
Before the car started, An Wumeng received a call, and after saying a few words, his face changed.
"How come...the priest himself is the best healing department, what happened to them?"
After a while, An Wumeng put down the phone, and the hands holding the steering wheel turned white.
Yi Xing took the initiative and said: "Go back to the management office first, there is no rush to change the residence at this moment."
"Okay," An Wumeng replied in a deep voice, restraining his emotions, and said, "It was a call from the medical team just now. The player and the priest came out of the dungeon. The situation is not optimistic."
"I know."
An Wumeng answered the phone right next to him. With his keen senses, he could hear the voice on the other end clearly.
Not only did he know the situation of the players and the others, he also knew that the hunter they met was called an insect master.
An Wumeng took Yi Xing to the management office.
In the two adjacent isolation wards, the player was lying on the bed playing a box of cards, and the priest was wrapped around the chair in a twisted and weird shape.
A young woman in a white coat came in a hurry, with dark circles under her eyes comparable to An Wumeng, and said to them:
"The two of them were affected by Gu insects. The player's symptom is memory regression. She now only has the memory of before the age of seven. The priest's symptom is cognitive distortion. He thought he was a snake."
"The two bugs are still in their bodies?" Yi Xing asked.
This ward seemed to have been blessed with some kind of enchantment-like ability, and he couldn't smell the smell inside at all.
The woman couldn't help but look at Yi Xing a few more times, and her voice, which was numb due to long-term fatigue, softened, "Yes, I'm not high enough to expel the Gu worms."
"I want to go in and have a look." Yi Xing said.
"No, the Gu worm's current state is not stable, and it is likely to transfer to other people's bodies, it's too dangerous." The woman's eyes showed disapproval.
"I might be able to get the bugs out." Yi Xing looked at An Wumeng.
An Wumeng first asked, "How do you plan to get the bugs out?"
"Blood spider silk, or space." Yi Xing did not give a specific method.
He needed to wait for him to determine where the two bugs were before he could prescribe the right medicine.
If this doesn't let him in, he can still open a space passage to sneak in.
"Okay," An Wumeng agreed, and said again: "But you wait for a while, wait for a capable person to get you a protective cover, um...maybe you have to wait a little longer."
Yi Xing was not in a hurry, and waited patiently.
Half an hour later, a wheelchair approached with a man in dinosaur pajamas lying on it.
The man raised his hand as if the camera was in slow motion, slowly running his talents, and slowly covering Yi Xing's body with a transparent tortoise-like shield.
Seeing that the shield was completed, Yi Xing, who had endured to the limit, immediately turned around, entered the password that An Wumeng had told him on the door, and quickly entered it.
The man in dinosaur pajamas shook his head slowly, "Young people nowadays... are too impatient, no good, no good."
inside the room.
The player lying on the hospital bed turned around when he heard the sound, blinked his dark eyes, and said:
"Big brother, do you want to play magic cards with me?"