Cannon Fodder Counterattack Investigation System

Zhou Ziruo suffered from insomnia.

Unexpectedly, Lu Lixiao has become so obsessed with pets after being able to hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day! He's transformed now! Transformed! Transformed ah ah ah ah! Lu Lixiao actually kissed him? ? It's so **** perverted! He's not a real fox, he can't accept it!

If Zhou Zi couldn't sleep and didn't dare to roll over and over again, he was afraid that Lu Lixiao who was sleeping next to him would wake up and do something that would ruin his views. He finally understood why Lu Lixiao forced him to sleep with him no matter where he went, this is a patient with severe pet fetish! ! Too insane!

Zhou Ziruo sat up abruptly, and looked fiercely at Lu Lixiao who was sleeping soundly.

His little master can't sleep at night, but you sleep soundly, it's not fair!

Just make the male lead right now! Maybe the counterattack will be successful in one fell swoop!

Zhou Ziruo's hand reached out to Lu Lixiao's neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the sword leaning against the bed and shook it.

No, no, no, if Lu Lixiao wakes up by strangling Lu Lixiao, he will be the one who dies with his sword. The sword must be disposed of first.

Zhou Ziruo bypassed Lu Lixiao and jumped off the bed. Originally, he just wanted to put the sword where Lu Lixiao couldn't touch it, but when he touched the delicate engraving on the scabbard, he couldn't help thinking of something else.

He hasn't seen this sword out of its sheath yet... Last time he was held hostage in the Han Mansion, Lu Lixiao only opened the scabbard by an inch.

Lu Lixiao treasures this sword so much, it must be the legendary peerless magic weapon!

Zhou Ziruo felt itchy, secretly looked at Lu Lixiao on the bed. Lu Lixiao closed his eyes and took a long breath, sleeping deeply. He remembered that when he first met Lu Lixiao, at night, whenever he made a slight movement, Lu Lixiao would wake up vigilantly, but from just now until now, he has not responded in the slightest.

Because I believe in him, I don't defend myself.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziruo suddenly lost his heart to be Lu Lixiao. Holding the sword, he left the room lightly, sat on the bluestone steps outside the door, held the hilt of the sword, held his breath and drew the sword out.

There was no peerless sword that would cause lightning and thunder when it was unsheathed as expected. There was only a broken sword missing a piece in the scabbard.

Disappointed, Zhou Ziruo swung his broken sword to study how precious this thing was. Dare to feel that Lu Lixiao never used his sword because he was afraid of embarrassment? But as one of the great disciples of Qingyang Mountain, it is not difficult for him to make a good sword, right?

Zhou Ziruo put the sword back into the scabbard, walked lightly back to the room, put the sword back to its original position, and climbed onto the bed. When he was lying down, he accidentally bumped into Lu Lixiao, who knew that Lu Lixiao didn't wake up after he tossed and tossed for so long just now, but he opened his eyes after being touched by him like this!

Damn it, did he wake up early? ?

Lu Lixiao's eyes were only opened a crack, Zhou Ziruo looked at him in horror, but Lu Lixiao frowned, pulled him into his arms, and closed his eyes again.

Zhou Ziruo's whole face hit Lu Lixiao's solid chest, his nose hurt, and he looked angry.

For the sake of you being sleepy, the young master doesn't care about you. Humph.

The next morning, Zhou Ziruo woke up from a hazy sleep, and felt a chest that was close at hand. Lu Lixiao also just woke up, and seemed to be still wondering when Zhou Ziruo fell asleep in his arms.

Zhou Ziruo raised his head in a mess in his mind, and met Lu Lixiao's eyes, he saw a smile of melting ice and snow in Lu Lixiao's eyes, and then his lips became moist.

! !

Depend on!

Depend on!

Lean, lean, lean! !

Why did the hero's pet fetish break out early in the morning! !

Just when Zhou Ziruo was turbulent inside and stunned outside, Lu Lixiao's tongue entangled his tongue, sucking it in an extremely provocative way, and his hand also penetrated from the skirt of his clothes.

Zhou Ziruo's consciousness gradually became chaotic, and his lips and tongue entangled. After a long kiss, Lu Lixiao finally let go of his lips and licked his neck. The slightly painful bite made Zhou Ziruo tremble all over.

Zhou Ziruo felt that it was over. He seemed to see small pills passing by in front of him in a line.

At this moment, the door of the outer room was pushed open with a creak, and Qiu Cailing's voice came in: "Fourth Senior Brother, I'm here to have breakfast with you!"

Zhou Ziruo snapped back and pushed Lu Lixiao away, but Lu Lixiao grabbed his waist and bit his lips lightly, then let him go and got up and got out of bed unhurriedly.

Qiu Cailing was blocked at the door of the dormitory, but Lu Lixiao still said in his voice that could not detect any emotion: "Come in and knock on the door later."

"People didn't have to knock on the door before..." Qiu Cailing complained softly.

Zhou Ziruo covered himself with the quilt blushing, and felt hypoxic after being stuffy for a while before getting out. He hurriedly put on his clothes, stood in front of the mirror and patted his face to make himself look normal before going out.

Lu Lixiao was not outside, Qiu Cailing sat alone at the table kicking her legs boredly, seeing Zhou Ziruo coming out of Lu Lixiao's dormitory, she stood up angrily, "Why are you here?"

"...I..." If Zhou Zi couldn't say it, it was also his dormitory. After last night and just now, the meaning of that **** is different to him now!

"He lives with me." Lu Lixiao came back from the yard, turned to Zhou Ziruo, "Go wash up, and then go eat."

Zhou Ziruo hurried away.

Qiu Cailing's hatred towards him should have risen again, right? The sword of fate is coming, right? Mr. Hen, quickly change the data! !

Since the new disciple Dabi decided the top 33, it has been changed to a three-day battle, giving all the promoted disciples time to rest and recover their physical strength. Zhou Ziruo met He Yu who was holding a big rooster while eating breakfast in the cafeteria. The little fat man was very concerned about Zhou Ziruo's two dark circles and gray complexion.

Anyway, he was just going to draw a bye, and it didn't matter if he entered the game lying down.

Today is the contest between the top nine and the top five. Zhou Ziruo has another bye without any suspense. Under the shocked and envious eyes of the audience, he walked to the auditorium, took the big **** from the little fat man, and sat alone in an unoccupied room. corner.

The big rooster just lowered his head to eat the cornmeal and corn kernels prepared by the little fat man, and had no interest in the upcoming competition at all. Zhou Ziruo patted his chicken head mercilessly: "Eat and eat and you will know how to eat! Let you change the value of Qiu Cailing's hatred for the young master, have you changed it?"

The big rooster still buried his head in the bag full of food, and answered him in a low voice: "It's almost there, don't worry!"

"Why are you not in a hurry? If you don't change my mind, you may have to go to see Lord Yan ahead of time!"

The big rooster finally raised his head, opened his round eyes and asked him, "What happened?"

Of course it was impossible for Zhou Ziruo to tell him that Lu Lixiao was addicted to pets and gave him Qiu Cailing's hatred, raised his hand and patted the chicken's head again mercilessly: "Change it quickly! Change it quickly! Change it immediately! Did you hear that?"

"Change, change, change! Change it when you get back! A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

"You are also considered a gentleman..."

There was a sudden commotion in the arena. Zhou Ziruo looked up and understood after a while.

There are only nine people left in the Dabi today, and except Zhou Ziruo, a rookie, the other eight are elites who have experienced many battles and deserve their names. There are only a few competitors, and the chances of encountering each other are very high. The results of the lottery just came out, making two of today's four matches very interesting. That is, the two duels between Wei Heng and Liu Nanqin, and between Lu Lixiao and Feng Jing.

The four big disciples of Qingyang Mountain are all extremely capable. Everyone tacitly knows that the winner of this big competition will be selected among the four, and the three losers will presumably also occupy the remaining three places in the top four. . Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in the lottery. After today, two of the four big disciples will miss the semi-finals!

The disciples watching the battle were all elated, and Zhou Ziruo silently looked at the resolute Feng Jing sympathetically, alas, it is not easy for us all to be cannon fodder.

The two important scenes were arranged later, and the first contest was between Leng Mo and a nine-foot-long male disciple who was as strong as a bull.

For the third time, Zhou Ziruo took a merciless pat on the big rooster who was buried in the food: "Don't eat it! Watch the game!"

"What's so interesting? Anyway, that's how it turned out..." The big rooster raised his head with his mouth full of cornmeal, just in time to see that the competition on the stage had just begun, and Leng Mo used a set of chic and elegant swordsmanship, slamming a sword as heavy as Mount Tai. The opponent was forced off the stage.

The small comb on the head of the big rooster in Zhou Ziruo's arms was red and purple with blood, the beak of the rooster was slightly opened, and a pair of eyes were also staring round at the stage.

"Hey, how do you..."

"Who is that?? Who is that? Who is that??" The big rooster threw away the whole bag of food and jumped up. Its two chicken wings grabbed Zhou Ziruo's neck fiercely, and pinched Zhou Ziruo in a moment. His face turned black.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!... Let me go! Cough..."

The big rooster grabbed Zhou Ziruo's collar instead, and pointed at Leng Mo on the stage with one wing: "Tell me quickly! Who is that person? Who is it?"

Zhou Ziruo pulled his wings away, "As a member of the game production team, you don't even recognize the characters in the game?"

"I'm not a screenwriter or a character designer, how do I know each character? Tell me who is that?"

"Disciple of Qingyang Mountain, Leng Mo!"

"Leng Mo..." The big rooster looked at Leng Mo's stern figure who retracted his sword and turned to step off the stage, and muttered to himself: "Mo Shangren Yuru, son Shi Wushuang...Leng Mo, Mo...It really is a good name!"

Zhou Ziruo: ...

This far-fetched science student shows off his literary talents...

Brother, didn't you fall in love at the first glance, didn't you? ? ?

The author has something to say: hey. . .

I am also a science student, and I have no literary talents. . .