The little monster grabbed He Ruge's feet and urged impatiently, "Forget it, if you want an injection, hurry up."
Although the injections are painful, they gain strength and become stronger with each injection. Compared with weakness and pain, the little monster would prefer pain.
The small claws waving indiscriminately lifted up He Ruge's trousers, revealing the ankles wrapped in red stripes. Under the background of red lines, the fat-skinned skin shows an almost magical beauty.
Intense red.
Xi Guican likes white and pale colors the most, but the little monster likes red the most, blood-like red, like a juicy red strawberry, you can taste the sweet pulp with a bite of your teeth.
The little monster lowered its head like a ghost, and licked lightly on the delicate and fragile red pattern.
The wet touch on his feet woke He Ruge from his thoughts.
"You, you don't want to lick." He Ruge sternly stopped the little monster.
"You look so delicious." The little monster instead accused He Ruge, "What's the red thing on your feet?"
The bear child is a terrifying existence that cannot reason and cannot communicate. He Ruge finally understands the power of the bear child at this moment. He reluctantly squatted on the ground halfway, facing the pair of lingering blue eyes with a little pressure, "The red pattern is something unique to me, you don't need to care so much."
Licking his nose with his tongue, the little monster narrowed his eyes and said, "Then you are also a monster."
He Ruge, who was identified as a "monster" by the little monster, said with a forehead: "Okay, then I am also a monster. Since we are both monsters, then we should love each other, and no one is allowed to bully anyone, I will not give you injections, You can't bite me either, okay?"
The act of injecting genetic medicine into the little monster was inconsistent with his three views, and no one put a knife on his neck and forced him to do such a thing. And now it's a holographic game. He doesn't have the choice as before. If he really doesn't give injections to the little monster, can this game still chop him up
... After thinking about it for a while, it is not impossible for the urine of this game.
But no matter how the game is, it can't hurt him in reality. Isn't playing the game just for fun? Playing the game smoothly is the most important thing.
If he acts against his conscience for the so-called "daily tasks", then he is not playing the game, but becomes a puppet of the game.
He Ruge was very serious and serious, and decided to bear all the consequences and come to make this agreement with the little monster.
Unexpectedly, he was rejected by the little monster without hesitation in the next second.
"not good."
He Ruge: "???"
What's wrong with people respecting each other and loving each other
He Ruge is like a brave man who finally rushed to the dragon's lair, ready to pick up the princess who was kidnapped by the dragon. Who would have thought that the princess rolled his eyes and made out to the dragon in front of him.
The little monster answered plausibly: "Injections can make you stronger, and the pain is painful. This kind of pain is only temporary. If I don't get injections, it will take a long time for me to become stronger, and I will have to endure the pain for a longer time."
The central idea is "long pain is worse than short pain".
Blue eyes glanced at the genetic potion with contempt, and the little monster at this moment has the demeanor of facing up to it without fear.
He Ruge was stunned when he heard it, it really makes sense that he couldn't find anything to refute.
Since he is so good at solving himself, is the first sentence "don't give injections" a little monster-like coquetry? It is just the same arrogant and arrogant as the little white tiger.
What should I do if I encounter a kitten and cat acting coquettishly
Shake it, shake it
He Ruge rubbed the little monster's proud face of the big cake with contempt for everything, and swept the palm of his hand from the wet nose to the "king" on the fluffy forehead. The movement was as gentle as a gust of wind, and only the scrambled fur was proof of the sudden touch.
The blue eyes widened in surprise.
The little monster who reacted angrily shouted: "Don't touch my head!" After roaring, he wanted to bite He Ruge again. He Ruge didn't know what to think at this moment. The first reaction in his mind was that the bear child must be Can't get used to it.
The bad habit of biting is left unchecked from the very beginning, and then you can't control it if you want to. He is happy to bite you, unhappy bites you again, He Ruge is not a bun, and he is not going to be a bun.
Looking back, He Ruge took out the all-purpose medical spray and sprayed it at the little monster. The bitter taste and the medicinal taste flew together, not only flying into the little monster's open mouth, but also spraying into the little monster's eyes.
The spray was very hot on the eyes, and the little monster shrank into a ball with a groan, covering his tearful eyes with his claws.
Before the little monster could react, He Ruge quickly picked up the medical box and rushed out of the door. When the door closed with a bang, He Ruge seemed to hear the roar of the little monster who wanted to kill.
The thumping sound of his heart was extremely rapid. He Ruge leaned against the door with unsteady breathing while holding the medical box, his expression a little demented.
He just seemed to have done something big.
He sprayed the all-purpose medical spray on the little monster that couldn't brush against its hair but could only touch it. In fact, He Ruge never thought that the effect of the spray was so good. At first, he just remembered that the little monster didn't like the smell of the spray. His brain didn't respond, and his body acted subconsciously.
Behind the door came the sound of claws rubbing against the door panel angrily, and the roar of the little monster about to break. He Ruge had no doubt that without the barrier of this door, he would be torn to shreds by the runaway little monster.
He Ruge held the medicine box and tried to reduce the sense of existence. Yaowen has not worked as hard as in the beginning. He Ruge is only a little weak in his legs, not so soft that he can't move.
In fact, he did something wrong just now. The first to flirt is cheap. He clearly knows that the little monster has a bad temper, so he shouldn't go to the tiger casually.
You can't touch a tiger's butt, nor can a tiger's head...
The reason why he was able to touch the little monster's head last time had little to do with his favorability. It was estimated that the little monster was eating well and didn't have time to care about him.
The appearance of the little monster and the little white tiger is exactly the same, which can easily give He Ruge an illusion, as if the little monster can actually be touched.
This is actually his fault.
It's not right for the little monster to bite, but it's even more wrong for him to touch the little monster's head and then spray the little monster with the all-purpose medical spray.
However, if you reason with the little monster, the other party will definitely not listen.
You must find a way to solve this problem, or you will not want to slap tigers in this life.
He Ruge thought that he was almost bald and did not come up with any perfect solution. If you do something wrong, you must apologize, and it is the truth that you will make up for your fault.
What can he do to apologize
The cotton nests tucked under the paws and used as pillows come to mind. The little monster got bigger, but the cotton nest was not replaced, so the little monster could only lie on the cold ground.
Maybe he could give the little monster a bigger cotton nest.
Thinking of the compensation method, he must take action. He Ruge bought a quilt in the love mall. He was a little worried that the origin of the quilt would make the NPCs in the game feel strange. But a line of explanation from Love Mall dispelled He Ruge's concerns:
"All the goods in this mall are reasonable in the game, and the goods will explain the source by themselves. Please consume as much as you like without worrying about it."
He Ruge held the brand new quilt and stood in front of the door uneasily. After thinking for a while, he bought fruit candy from the mall before putting his hand on the doorknob.
Why are you so nervous every time you open the door
He Ruge could no longer find the feeling of joy he felt at the beginning. If the beating was kissing and scolding was love, then he must have gained the love of the little monster. Proud to think so.
The door opened a gap, and He Ruge, who had already opened the door to kill, was not in a hurry to face the rushing little monster. He took a deep breath, and before his brain had time to give an order, he put his thick hands on it. A quilt traps the menacing little monster.
The quality of the quilts produced by the Love Mall is exceptionally good. This quilt has withstood the mad claw attack of the little monster. Before the little monster escaped the coverage of the quilt, He Ruge sat down on the quilt and pressed down the writhing little monster.
No matter how fierce the little monster is at this moment, it is only about the height of He Ruge's knees. The advantages of sharp claws and fangs are weakened by the quilt, and the gap in size is infinitely enlarged at this moment.
The roar of the tiger was muffled in the quilt.
The little monster was crushed by Mount Tai, and He Ruge was also unable to get down at the moment.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you!!!" The little monster had no reason.
He Ruge used all his strength to hold down the lively little monster to check the current state of the little monster.
number 20
[Like]: The little monster thinks you are very delicious, favorability 60
The favorability didn't increase or decrease.
Is co-authoring the little monster's favorability toward him the same as his love for the reserves
He Ruge, who accidentally discovered the truth, sighed again. Since the little monster appeared, the frequency of his sighs has increased rapidly.
"I was wrong just now, sorry." He Ruge put a soft voice and wanted to communicate with the little monster.
The tiger's roar was full of anger, and the little monster refused to accept He Ruge's apology.
"Your cotton nest is too small. As an apology, I will give you a new quilt." He Ruge continued: "Are your eyes still hurting? I shouldn't have sprayed you with all-purpose medical spray, nor should I touch it casually. your head."
Claw tore the quilt, but got stuck in the soft cotton. Claws that can scrape through hard ground are useless in cotton.
The little monster was in such a bad state that it was completely impossible to communicate.
Even if He Ruge could name a single flower, he couldn't get the little monster's forgiveness. The little monster has such a broken character of "treating himself leniently and being strict with others". He can bite He Ruge like no one else. After being hurt by He Ruge, he feels like he has a mortal hatred.
This kind of character is really annoying.
Heartless, there is no distinction between good and evil, and your own happiness is the criterion for measuring all things.
Just imagine, how would the little monster react if he always treated the little monster nicely
This kind of rude child can't listen to simple persuasion, so the bad nature in his character can't be changed at all. Whenever he wants to take a bite of He Ruge, he will take a bite of He Ruge without caring about He Ruge's feelings at all.
Number 20 thinks you are delicious.
In fact, the little monster has never communicated with him at the same level.
Therefore, he must be tough at this moment. When the time and place are favorable and he can teach the little monster, he must be fierce and teach him a lesson!
If you always treat the little monster well, this little boy will only take it for granted, and then he will not be allowed to slap his nose on his face and then go to heaven
After He Ruge wanted to understand the stakes, he calmed down and said solemnly, "Yesterday you bit me twice, today I touched your head and sprayed you with medical spray, and we've evened out."
He took out the syringe in the medicine box, sat on the back of the little monster, pressed the little monster firmly, then lifted a corner of the quilt, aimed at the little monster's fleshy buttocks, and ignored the little monster. The intense struggle, came a butt needle.
He Ruge said word by word: "You want an injection, I'll give you an injection. I am a person with clear grievances and grievances. In my heart, the matter between the two of us has been written off."
The little monster that was injected with the genetic medicine twisted and struggled even more, and made a painful whimper in its mouth.
"Does it hurt? I know that the side effect of this genetic medicine is extreme pain. You must be very angry now, thinking that I am saying some nonsense, right?"
He Ruge lifted the quilt covering the little monster's head, and before the little monster's eyes turned red, he whispered, "I'm in pain too."
"My heart hurts."
"Maybe you don't understand what real love is. Your love for me is like a love for stockpiles."
"If you really like someone, you can't bear to make him feel bad."
He Ruge put his hand to the mouth of the little monster, his black eyes drooped slightly, and the crow feathers covered the complicated emotions in his eyes. This drooping eyes showed a bit of compassion and tenderness. He Ruge was so gentle and gentle, In his unique tolerant tone: "Bite it."
"As much as it hurts, bite as much as you want."
"But you have to understand one thing, I am willing to be hurt by you, not because I am weak, but because I like you."
He Ruge didn't use the pain reducer in his backpack. It wasn't that he never used it, but the timing was wrong. The next time he injected the genetic medicine again, he would use that rare item.
Some pain needs to be remembered, whether it is the little monster or him.