[Hunter] Which is the best dead house technology

Miji is running a fever.

After the child was breathing normally, what swept over him was high temperature.The face of the little ghost buried in the quilt was flushed as if it was about to boil, Lu Yin had no choice but to reheat the room, and put a wet towel on the child's forehead again and again.She regretted the "go out and play" proposal, but there was nothing wrong with it, after all, no one knew that Mi Ji's health would be so bad.

The training method of beating the enemy Hakka for generations is powerful, brutal and very efficient.But this kind of training method is only suitable for beating the Hakka people. After all, only the bodies of the children who beat the enemy Hakka can bear such high-intensity training.Even so, the intensity of the training from birth is carefully selected for different children. Newborns are too fragile, and they will die if they are not careful; and during the growth period, excessive weight will obviously affect the child's body Development - this is very unfavorable for later practice.

Until the thunderstorm, the ridiculous training plan was going on in an orderly manner.Although this child's aptitude is not as good as that of Yier Fan, he is still at the middle level in the family history.And the cowardly, cunning Avenger ruined everything.

Lu Yin took off the warm towel covering the child's forehead and replaced it with another one, and unscrewed it in the ice water.The child was so sick that even his breath was hot.The three-year-old's brain is still in the growth stage, and Lu Yin is worried that the child will be tossed by the high body temperature of his frail body and lose the only advantage he has now.But all she can do now is wring out the towel over and over again.

Gu Yun was in a dream.

He walked towards the school gate in the twilight.This was the second week after transferring to another school. His classmates no longer stabbed him with curious eyes, and he shyly lowered his head and dared not look around.But just like every time, no one came forward to greet him, and the invitations he had finally made were always ignored intentionally or unintentionally.With vague repulsion like tarsus maggots following him everywhere, he lowered his head and tightened the dirty corner of his clothes, which smelled of rotten vegetables. He was the last one to step out of the class door from the back corner of the classroom, but the campus at this time was not Quiet as usual.

The boys in the same class gathered in the corner of the teaching building, and these fifth-grade ghosts shouted loudly as if they had found some novelty toy.Eleven-year-old Gu Yun hesitated for a while, then timidly walked over with her schoolbag on her back.

It was a kitten that had been left behind at school somehow.The kitten shrank timidly by the corner, arched its back physiologically, and stared vigilantly at the boy around it.

Gu Yun knew it.He also gave the kitten a small piece of ham sausage yesterday.

The boys laughed and threw stones at the kitten, and two naughty children simply went over and grabbed the kitten by the neck, lifted it up and shook it from side to side.They seem to regard this little life as a rare toy, throw it into the sky with a bang, and compete to see who can catch it.The cat stumbled in fright and tried to escape, but was quickly caught; the boy with scissors curiously cut off the kitten's whiskers, and the kitten meowed sadly, as if calling for help.

"Hey! I heard that cats have nine lives! Do you want to try it?"

"Whoa - lend me your scissors? I'll cut off its nails!"

"Oh, by the way, who has 502? I thought of a fun one!"

Gu Yun couldn't tell what the emotion in his chest was. He wanted to turn his head away several times, but he was restrained by himself.His heart seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and he was almost out of breath.But the next moment, he heard his own voice saying, "I brought 502 glue."

The boy who asked for the glue grinned and dripped the glue into the kitten's eyes.

……

They had a great time, and in the end, everyone said goodbye to Gu Yun and ran back.Gu Yun walked home with his head down, the setting sun cast a long shadow, like an undead soaked in a puddle of blood.He felt that the schoolbag was so heavy that he couldn't afford it.But undoubtedly when he went to school the next day, someone greeted him, and Gu Yun seemed to blend into that group invisibly.

He turned off the lights in the classroom, and the "Zhang Li, I love you" written on the blackboard and some flowers painted were also dimmed. He closed the window and locked the door, carrying a shoulder bag and preparing to leave.Gu Yun remembered that this was the second school he transferred to in the first year of high school. When he was about to go down the stairs, he met a classmate in the same class. The boy glanced at him and said with a smile: "Let's go together?"

Gu Yun nodded, and walked side by side with the boy on the street where the street lights were gradually lighting up.They talked about something, and the classmate walked a few steps quickly and turned around to meet Gu Yun's eyes.

"—I, I've been paying attention to you since you just transferred from another school."

"……Eh?"

"Really, you seem super insecure? I heard from the head teacher that you have been moving and changing schools. Do you often feel like you don't fit in with the class?"

"No way, I'm not very close to you."

"Really?"

The boy's face was blurred and couldn't be seen clearly, Gu Yun felt that he smiled mockingly and indifferently.He approached Gu Yun, and Gu Yun could tell that this was the appearance of his good friend who had been by his side since then.The friend said casually: "You should know what consequences will be brought to that girl by joking with them and writing those things on the blackboard, right? You are not a mindless person who would go through fire and water for the love of brothers - and you Not familiar at all."

Gu Yun didn't speak.

"Because I don't know who wrote it, the dean will probably find Zhang Li directly. If you fall in love in our school, you will be expelled." Jiyou folded his hands behind his head, "You——I can tell at a glance Yes, you have been working hard to integrate into this world, no matter what the conditions are, in order not to be rejected, you can sacrifice everything."

"..."

"Here, so, if everyone around you is a murderer, will you also kill along with them?"

"..."

"Haha, I'm kidding. Don't be so nervous."

——Well, so, if everyone around you is a murderer, will you also kill along with them?

-

Mi Chi's fever subsided after a week.This illness made Lu Yin, who took care of him, almost treat the second young master like a porcelain doll. Lu Yin did not allow Mi Ji to go out, and the heating in the room was always on before awakening.So now the family members’ dinner time, which must go every day, has become a small test. As soon as the meal is over, he starts to wrap himself into a rounded spherical creature, walks to the dining room and sits on it. He and he are always wearing light clothes. My great-grandfather, grandfather, father, mother, and elder brother came out of completely different painting styles and different seasons.

The slots are always full and there is no way to spit them out.

And the ridiculous meal was placed in front of him alone.Distinguished from family members, although the dishes are the same, but the inexplicable feeling of being split makes Miji very strange.

There is still little communication between the family during meals, but it is clear that this family does not have the rule of keeping silent.His great-great-grandfather didn't come to share every meal with his family. Mi Ji once secretly stared at his great-grandfather Ma Ha for a long time from the corner of his eye while grilling rice.Great-grandfather seemed to have shrunk in height, and his strange face was full of wrinkles.When he eats, he is very quiet and very fast. Often when Mi Ji just climbs up the chair and picks up the bowl, he has already put down the bowl and chopsticks and sits on the side with his sleeves rolled up and dozed off with his head down.The more common situation is that when Mi Ji seriously forked a piece of pan-fried cod on the small plate in front of him, from the corner of his sight, he saw that the seat of the great-grandfather was empty at some point.

But the words of great-grandfather... really live a long life.

Grandfather Zeno was the one who talked the most.This old man with white hair and beard, serious expression and always straight waist likes to talk to Mi Ji unexpectedly.Every time, he would rub Miji’s hair kindly and say something like “What book did you read today?” It's late, are you stuck in bed" and other commonplace words.Mi Ji likes him, shaking his short legs and answering earnestly, occasionally saying something will make Jie Nuo laugh with chopsticks, but even at this time, the other family members at the dinner table are not cooperative at all The atmosphere was cold.Yiermi has always been expressionless, and he can't speak when no one mentions his name; and his mother, Kiqiu, doesn't even look out of the corner of her eye. The relationship between her and her biological second son is like It is because an invisible wall has been blocked, through which Jiqiu can't see the jokes, most of her attention is on her eldest son and husband, and facing the jokes is like facing a mass of invisible and intangible things. air.

Shiba is silent for many moments, and occasionally his opening is just like giving orders in monotone.Ill fans often show up at the dining table with a whole body of injuries or exhausted sweat, and quickly get off the table after eating and return to the training ground-his practice time is significantly higher than the task time.Shiba put down the tableware in displeasure and frowned and said, "Il fans, even if it's training, you don't have to make yourself so embarrassing."

The boy who was sitting upright raised his head and replied with a serious look: "I must ensure that I can feel the small pain sensitively, and that I can have a clear brain to fight back when the pain is severe." He half turned his face when he said this. Blood was all over his face, and his left hand was hanging limply by his side, as if his bones were broken.

It looks like it hurts.

"—Ahhhhhhh!! Such a calm training that seriously injured me! Can I treat myself cruelly!!" Kiqiu stood up in relief, and kept picking vegetables for his outstanding eldest son, "Eat more Order—Il fans, eat more!"

"But Mom, I'm already full." Yi Ermi looked at the mountain of vegetables piled up in front of her in trouble.

Mi Ji sat across from them, as if watching a play.Grandfather Jie Nuo patted him on the shoulder, lowered his voice slyly and whispered in his ear: "Your brother is very powerful, isn't it?"

"……I do not understand……"

This family is a local tyrant, so there is no shortage of money at all. He can't understand his brother Yi Ermi's almost self-harming training behavior.for what? ...Speaking of which, is it this world or is it just that his family doesn't have to go to school?At the age of ten, he should still be in the fourth and fifth grades. No matter what he said, his brother Yi Ermi should be an elementary school student biting the end of a pencil and annoyed by the heavy homework.

Speaking of which, the horrifying injury last time was really not a brat's fight ==

So whether this family is a mafia or a BOSS nest hidden deep in the mountains waiting for the protagonist to come and kill him, at least this skill book or novice guide can save him from his ignorant state...

"You can only survive if you are strong enough." Jie Nuo said, "Mi Ji, grow up quickly."

...I suddenly felt that I was not qualified to live, so I was so embarrassed.

Gu Yun lay on his knees silently in his heart, and lighted a row of candles for himself by the way.