After three days of watching the battle, Ji Que was still in a daze when he returned to the Pearl River base.
Li Hou knew that he was digesting the harvest of watching the battle for three days, so he didn't care about him. Fortunately, Ji Que is a psychic supernatural being and is very good at adjusting himself. He fell asleep and finally landed his floating feet on the ground. After regaining his senses, Li Hou threw him into the culinary training training class.
The technical school is generally full of ordinary people, of different ages, and the special ones are the very old supernatural beings below the fourth level.
A young eighth-level power user like Ji Que is like a red flower blooming in a green leaf, which is very eye-catching. The mentor who taught him was also specially managed by Li Hou, and he was very strict with him.
However, cooking is also Ji Que's interest. Thinking of the lively and delicious ingredients, he learned very hard without anyone waving a whip behind him.
The eighth-level supernatural powers have advantages that the students cannot surpass. Ji Que is also a spiritual supernatural power with a strong memory and strong imitation ability, and he can get used to it very quickly.
He spends the first half of the day in the culinary training class, and the second half of the day devotes himself to the special training for the trials—already an eighth-level supernatural being, the first thing he does when he returns to the base is to apply for graduation from the elementary blood.
He personally prefers sweets, but fortunately, the training class teaches the culinary skills so as not to destroy the energy contained in the ingredients. Most of the food is made with the original taste, which saves the trouble of not being in harmony with Li Hou's taste.
When Li Hou ate the first dish he made, it was stir-fried fresh bamboo shoots. The shredded bamboo shoots just out of the pan looked like green and white emeralds. Salt is also still very tasty. Although it is a five-level mutant bamboo shoot, its energy has not been lost, and it is perfectly preserved.
Li Hou had heard from the little boy's mentor that he was very talented in cooking, and after trying the dishes himself, his heart came true.
He was in a good mood and casually let go of Ji Que's gadget.
"Is this a reward?"
Ji Que looked at the thing in his hand curiously. From that angle, it was just an ordinary leaf. Could it be a snack? It looks very delicious, although the leaves are thin, but the texture is very good, it smells like bamboo leaves, but there is no fluff and sharp serrations, and it looks very moist.
Seeing his greedy face, Li Hou pinched his face: "Don't think about eating anything, do you also stuff poison in your mouth?"
Ji Que thought in his heart: I was just on guard against you, so I didn't stuff it in my mouth immediately.
"This is a weapon." He took it and put it on his mouth, blowing a few monotonous but pleasant melodies, and the transformation and combination became a catchy ditty. "Take it, in case you can't control it, if you lose your life in the ring, I will protect you. Not only will you be deprived of the selection qualification, but you won't even want to be recommended."
Ji Que already understood what this thing was for. He used the second kind of aggressive ability outside, but he was also very proficient in the first kind of ability to attack mentally with the help of sound.
He has memorized the rules of the trials for a long time, and recently he has been worried because he is afraid of being out of control and killing people in the ring. After all, those are not zombies or zombie creatures. After observing the leaf, Ji Que asked doubtfully, "But didn't the rules of the competition say that the use of supernatural weapons is not allowed?"
"Calling you stupid, you really don't use your brain?" Li Hou was extremely disgusted, "Is this a supernatural weapon? It's just a weapon, and it's the same as the knife held by a metal superhuman, as long as it doesn't add crystal nucleus kinetic energy to it , who can say that yours is a supernatural weapon?"
Ji Que was clear, imitating Li Hou's movements, and made two puff sounds, which were completely different from Li Hou's clear and clear timbre.
As soon as he blushed, Li Hou swallowed back the teasing words that came out of his mouth, and taught him the skills with mouth to mouth, and the indirect kissing was not enough. It was a pity to see him learn it quickly, but seeing the little white face with bright eyes, he was as happy as a The little fool seemed to feel fulfilled like never before, so he patiently said to him: "Try adding the ability."
He took out the always lively eighth-level mutant chicken, which was bigger than an ostrich, and ran away as soon as it was released.
At first glance, Ji Que knew it was a mutated animal by its fiery red fur and black and white eyes. Seeing that it was about to run with its butt up, subconsciously wanted to stop it, and the ability blew the leaves, and it was indeed a mutated chicken. The movement was much slower, and he was still running out in a stumbling manner. Ji Que competed with it, and the mutated chicken found that the person blocking him was not the terrible Li Hou but this little white face, and suddenly became courageous, and blew fire at Ji Que.
Ji Que was taken aback. If he hadn't subconsciously counterattacked with the melody while still blowing on the leaves, he would have reflexively killed it with a direct supernatural attack.
This made Ji Que discover the big difference between his own voice and that of external objects. He can restrain his behavior. If he uses it skillfully, at least he will not kill people in the arena. However, his skills were not very mature at this time, and he was almost caught by the supernatural flame several times, but he found that the flame that rubbed the back of his hand could not hurt himself at all, and he couldn't help being surprised.
He pressed the question and continued the protracted battle with the mutated chicken. You came and went, until Li Hou couldn't see it anymore: "I don't want you to play with it, what you have to do is to defeat him."
Seeing the little white face blowing the leaves and looking at himself in confusion, Li Hou knew that he had overestimated him, so he clarified: "Let it attack the zombies, understand?"
Ji Que blinked, stared at the mutated chicken for a while, and Fu Ru thought of a good way.
The clear tone was lowered, and Ji Que's playing became more relaxed. The mutated chicken suddenly knelt down on the spot, and the fire-breathing arrogance gradually weakened. After about a minute, it completely lay on the ground, opened its mouth and sprayed unwillingly. He took a sip of the small flame, cooed twice, and closed his eyes completely. Ji Que blew a few more times uneasy, and was overjoyed to see that it really fell asleep.
"I succeeded!"
He immediately felt that this was a good idea, there was no bloodshed, if the opponent in the ring fell asleep and snored soundly during the ten-second countdown, he would know how depressed the opponent would be. He was secretly relieved, afraid of waking up the mutated chicken and lowered his voice: "What's the name of this leaf, why can't its flame hit me?"
He originally thought that he had dodged in time, but he discovered several times in succession that the mutated chicken's flames hadn't hit him at all.
"Good stuff, for your self-defense."
Li Hou said.
Ji Que fondly touched the soft leaf, fearing that it would be damaged, he wondered for a while and then asked Li Hou: "This chicken is a mutant animal, doesn't it mean that it has been extinct for a long time?"
"Do you believe the official statement?" Li Hou kicked the chicken and said, "Didn't the four major bases work together to archive and repair the gene fragments of mutant animals? Well, this chicken is one of the high-quality products. In the confidential stage. Although the energy is rich and good, but the meat quality has been improved a few times, it is still old and old, and it can barely be eaten when roasted, so it will be today's dinner."
Ji Que also ate chicken when he was a child. The fried chicken in his memory was orange-yellow and oily. No way, just thinking about it makes his mouth water.
"Then... all these hairs belong to me?"
This is an excellent material for auxiliary fire-type supernatural weapons, and something as beautiful as hair is worth at least the price of a seventh-level high-level crystal nucleus!
Li Hou looked at him.
Ji Que looked at the chicken, looked at him again, closed his eyes and endured it, and kissed him on the cheek, fearing that Li Hou would catch him back and cause trouble, he tacitly accepted that he agreed to grab the chicken happily out of the kitchen.
Li Hou walked over and saw him humming a little tune to forcefully put the mutated chicken to sleep, which was so painful that it was about to wake up, and couldn't help laughing.
See the real chapter in the details, this kid is also full of black water.
For the rest of the time, Ji Que added another item to his daily routine: hypnotic ingredients.
He also used this method on Li Hou, humming blindly in his ear while he was unprepared, and saw that his eyelids were fighting because of the humming, the computer in his hand was loosened and dropped to the ground, leaning on the sofa, Succeedingly, he smirked and stood up with a mutated rabbit blood in an attempt to paint bastards on his face.
Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Li Hou, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.
Li Hou opened his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "What do you want to do, huh?"
"Hey, hey, I'm just... for fun, yes, just for fun! You know."
"It's quite interesting."
Li Hou looked at him maliciously, suddenly grabbed him and pushed him on the sofa, lifted his clothes and wiped the blood on his white and tender belly casually.
The little boy couldn't help struggling, and shouted in a very sensible way: "I was wrong! Brother, I was so wrong... Haha, you scratched me again! Damn, it stinks, you don't fucking think it's dirty!"
"How dare you greet my face because you think it's smelly or dirty? You're not small."
Li Hou pinched his waist.
"Really not, this is really not... Haha, it hurts you to pinch in another place... Hahaha..."
Ji Que hid and screamed, and was kissed by Li Hou, and his teeth were chattering with laughter, and cheerful syllables kept coming out of his throat. "Brother..." He suddenly called out vaguely, and raised his head to touch Li Hou's lips. Li Hou was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding his hand let go of his neck and sucked heavily. He let go again, pinched his neck and said with a low smile: "If you dare to wipe the things on my body, I will make you cry all day."
He squeezed the back of Ji Que's neck threateningly, saw him blinking his eyes in a dazed manner with an expression of "I'm innocent", and bit his lips, "You can try it, just... It's been a long time I see you are crying." He licked Ji Que, and kissed him again.
The little white face maintained the posture of embracing his head with both hands, and there was still blood in the palm of his hand that hadn't dried up. He didn't expect to die before he even wiped it on Li Hou's hair.
Ji Que didn't know whether he was swallowed by him or he was so angry, he couldn't breathe, and thought angrily: I offered a kiss for nothing, this liar who pretended to be intoxicated!