"Ruoruo, you take a rest first, I have something to do." Feng Xiao gently covered Yang Xiruo with a blanket.
"Yes!" Yang Xiruo agreed obediently and closed her beautiful eyes.
Feng Xiao sat in front of the computer, his face became strangely quiet, his fingers quickly typed out a few characters on the keyboard, and entered a completely blank website.
"Shangguan! Jinping Building! 11:50! Die! - Shadow Wind!"
Looking at the large blood-red characters that appeared on the blank webpage, Feng Xiao showed an indifferent smile on his face.
Run away! Run away as much as you can! When you get used to fear and despair, it will be time to wipe out everyone.
Feng Xiao picked up the phone and dialed the only number he remembered.
"Yao'er, is everything settled?" The coldness on his face completely disappeared, and his voice was as soft as warm wind.
"Well! I have nothing to worry about here. But sister Xiruo... Brother, you have to take good care of her!" Feng Yao said mischievously.
"But Yao'er... what are we going to do about eating, dressing, bathing, and going to the bathroom? Am I the one who has to do it?" When thinking of these things, Feng Xiao's head grew bigger.
"Well...of course it's all up to my brother."
Feng Xiao smiled bitterly: "Yao'er, you must have done it on purpose."
Feng Yao on the other end of the phone secretly stuck out her pink tongue: "Brother, can't you see Sister Xiruo's affection for you? No matter what you do to her, she is absolutely willing to do it. And brother that day I also personally said that one day when her eyes are cured, I will let her be your woman... Huh! Come on, brother."
Putting down the phone, Feng Xiao calmed down, scratched his head and thought for a long time, and began to look for recipes.
"From today on, for the sake of Ruoruo's health, I must learn to cook!" Feng Xiao cheered himself up, and immediately started rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, until the entire study was rummaged through, almost to the point of being demolished.
Half an hour later, a crumpled cookbook was pulled out. This is the recipe Feng Xiao bought five years ago when he first vowed to learn how to cook. In the past five years, he has made a vow to cook three times, and this cookbook has been turned over three pages.
"Lotus Date Pork Recipe... Well, it's too troublesome; Yulin Xiangyao... There are not enough ingredients, forget it... Thai ginger-flavored grilled fish... Damn, I won't eat the food of a dead lady... Cooked Lotus Chicken, too greasy, Ruoruo can't eat it well ... Cruise Xiaohe... What a piece of shit, have you heard of it... Scrambled eggs with tomatoes... Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, well, that's it!"
In the end, Feng Xiao was very spineless and chose three dishes that a six-year-old child could cook. Then he fumbled around and dug into the kitchen with an electronic scale that could be accurate to 0.1 grams.
An hour later, Feng Xiao came out of the kitchen in disgrace. This guy spent ten minutes studying how to turn on natural gas, ten minutes studying how to turn on a range hood, and ten minutes carefully weighing the various main and sub-ingredients according to the recipe. For the remaining thirty minutes, he spent He was exhausted from following the step-by-step instructions on the recipe.
"... It seems that it is still edible." Feng Xiaozhan carefully picked up a piece of egg with a decent color and chewed it: "Although it cannot be compared with Yao'er's, it is still good. Well, there is a future, there is definitely a future. .”
Feng Xiao happily put down the dishes, then ran to the kitchen and brought out a small pot of porridge. He still knows how to cook porridge, which is how he makes most of his breakfast when he is at home.
"Ruoruo, get up soon." Feng Xiao gently shook Yang Xiruo awake.
Yang Xiruo stretched out her jade hand and grasped Feng Xiao's arm: "Brother Feng, is it very late?"
"No. Come on, let's go eat. Don't make my little Ruoruo hungry." Feng Xiao picked up Yang Xiruo, walked out of the room, and gently placed her on the large sofa in the living room.
Feng Xiao carefully filled a bowl of porridge, and when it was just cool, he gently fed it to Yang Xiruo one spoonful at a time. The movements of his hands were extremely gentle, for fear of accidentally getting it on her.
"Here, let's try your brother Feng's cooking. Well, this is my first time cooking, so the taste may be a bit strange, so I'll just make do with it." Feng Xiao felt a little embarrassed.
"Brother Feng... the food you cook must be the best and most delicious." Yang Xiruo's voice was trembling, and her little hand holding Feng Xiao's clothes could not help but tighten.
Yang Xiruo ate extraordinarily much today and actually ate all the dishes, which made Feng Xiao couldn't help but secretly praise that she really had a future.
The quality of the food no longer mattered. What she ate in her mouth was filled with the taste of happiness.
Feng Yao once told her with a smile: He was a person who would be more uncomfortable if he entered the kitchen than if he died. Now for her sake, he actually forced himself to learn to cook.
At this moment, she felt that the happiest feeling in the world was this.
"...The main content of today's news is: Shura once again appeared in a high-profile manner and clashed with thousands of players. He killed more than 80 players with one person and escaped unscathed. At the same time, China's number one divine pet, the Yin-Yang Fantasy Star Dragon 'Debut…"
Feng Xiao was speechless. He didn't expect that such a big deal would make the headlines of Xinwen Network.
After browsing several channels, I found that almost all of them were playing the video in which he appeared. Although it was only a few dozen seconds long, the idle guys who had nothing to do but played it over and over again.
"As for..." Feng Xiao looked helpless, and used his other hand to knead Yang Xiruo's thigh without any technical content.
At the headquarters of Feitian Group, several middle-aged people with different skin colors were watching the video in front of them with interest.
"Chinese Shura has appeared again, and seems to be stronger." One person praised.
"Every country has one or two existences that disrupt the balance. The Shura of China, the Blood Cherry of Japan, the Wolf God of Meili, the Earl of France, the Ice Assassin of Yingji, the Poisonous Hand of Russia, and the Emperor of Italy. Shi Tianmo…”
"NO, NO, dear David, I don't think this is breaking the balance. On the contrary, it will bring motivation and hope to ordinary players and arouse their passion and enthusiasm. After all, no one wants to be and They are the same people." The blond man shook the wine glass in his hand and said with a casual expression.
"You do make sense." David nodded with deep understanding.
"Here, this is the top-secret video about Blood Sakura that I just got from Japan. If you are interested, you may want to take a look."
"Oh! Is that the number one master in Japan and the number one beauty?"
A thin chip was inserted into the projector, and four expectant eyes shot onto the screen.
In the dim environment, as a black shadow passed by the five people like lightning, five undetectable cold lights flashed past at the same time. Behind him, there were screams and the sound of falling to the ground.
"Oh! Kill five people in one second, with five attacks. No one in the world can surpass this attack speed." The blond man's eyes flashed.
The whole body was covered in black clothes, and the curves exposed under the tight binding were so hot that it made people spurt blood. The black shadow moved, jumped into the air, and instantly turned into five afterimages. Five identical figures used daggers to weave a gleaming net of knives, covering the more than 20 people coming towards them - without any suspense, more than 20 people were instantly killed!
The next second, a gleaming dagger came towards the face, accompanied by the clear sound of breaking wind - the video ended with a scream.
"Very strong! Not only is the speed astonishing, but the attack power is not inferior to Shura's."
"A rose with thorns, and the thorns are not ordinary sharp."
If Feng Xiao saw this video, he would also frown. Because the speed shown by this black shadow was much faster than when he rode on Xiaobai.
At this time, Feng Xiao was doing something shocking—bathing the girl.
Let Ruoruo wash it by herself? You blindfold yourself, tie your legs, and take a shower and let me see.
What's more, if Feng Xiao really did what he did, Yang Aotian would be the first to cut him into eight hundred pieces and throw him into the sea to feed the turtles.
Although she couldn't see, Yang Xiruo still closed her eyes tightly, and her eyelashes that kept fluttering showed the tension in her heart. Since she usually lays on the bed or in the play cabin, she wears very few clothes, only underwear and a thin layer of pajamas. Feng Xiao gently peeled off her pajamas from her upper body, then took a deep breath and untied her light blue bra. Immediately, a pair of huge white and slippery snow breasts bounced out, exposed and trembling slightly in the air. A charming breast wave.
Feng Xiao's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were fixed on the breathtaking scenery. He couldn't help but grab her white and tender breasts with his hands, and rubbed them vigorously, watching her perfection being kneaded in his hands. Make it even bigger and fuller.
"Ah...Brother Feng..." Yang Xiruo gasped and became confused.
"Ruoruo, don't be nervous, you are my woman, aren't you?" Feng Xiao whispered in her ear, easing her nervousness.
"I am...Brother Feng's woman..." Yang Xiruo's body trembled slightly, her face flushed with happiness. His voice made her enchanted, and she no longer felt nervous in her heart, letting his big hands rest on her breasts. She was raging on her body while subconsciously leaning her body against his hot body.
Feng Xiao smiled charmingly and breathed a sigh of relief. The beautiful body in front of him drove him crazy, and a strong flame shot up all over his body, making him unbearably hot.
Smelling her attractive body with the alluring fragrance, Feng Xiao kneaded her beautiful breasts and said provocative words in her ear: "Ruoruo... your breasts are so big and soft... You Feng Big brother can’t even hold one of his hands.”
"Ah... Brother Feng, don't... don't say... don't say... ah..." An indescribable tingling sensation shot up from the bottom of her spine. This strange feeling of comfort made her forget her shyness and gasped.
Feng Xiao's left hand slowly moved down, and gently pulled off her pajamas and aqua blue cutie, revealing her snow-white, charming, exquisite and convex body. Her two slender and straight legs shone with crystal luster, white and tender. The round and pretty Xueyu butt also swayed as if inviting him to enter.
"Um..." Yang Xiruo couldn't help but scream, and subconsciously clamped her legs.
"Ruoruo, don't move, let me take a good look at your body." Feng Xiao inserted his left hand into the inner side of her thigh, making her unable to close her legs, while her eyes were beating with scorching flames, greedily feasting on her beautiful and delicate body. .
"No... don't look... don't look..." Her pure jade body was admired and ravaged by a man so wantonly. Her heart beat so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. Her face was as red as blood, and she almost fainted from shyness.
Yang Xiruo's long eyelashes kept trembling, and her skin was exposed for a long time. Yang Xiruo, who had never been able to stand the cold, shivered and shrank unnaturally into Feng Xiao's arms. Feeling the unnatural trembling in her body, Feng Xiao regained consciousness, cursed himself secretly, forcibly retracted the big hands that were moving on her chest and between her legs, gently picked her up, and placed her in the bathtub filled with warm water.
Feng Xiao's fingers gradually caressed her whole body. The fresh jade body was simply the biggest test of his determination. He resisted the urge to turn into an evil devil and slid his fingers over her long snowy neck and round fragrant shoulders. , soft and snow-white, huge and round, slender waist that is not tight enough to hold in one's hand, long and slender jade legs that are white and tender...
Yang Xiruo kept twisting her body shyly, and let out a delicate and unnoticeable cry.
…
An hour and a half later, Feng Xiao gently carried her back to the room. Yang Xiruo was already weak, and her skin was so embarrassed that even her skin turned a light pink.