Is He Really The Protagonist?

In the past two days, Xiao Posheng has been helping Wang Jianguo with his funeral affairs. He went to deal with the spiritual beasts when there were any, but he never went back.

Parked the car in the parking space he rented and walked towards the apartment building where he lived. Although he had been very careful, the windbreaker on his body was still stained with some animal blood, which was slightly dark red and had a smell, so it needed to be washed.

I don’t know how Xueqiang and Ji Xiaoxiang get along. He has been away for a few days, and the previous situation should have passed.

While thinking, Xiao Bosheng saw a slightly familiar figure.

Hiss, you can see whoever you want. Is this place so evil?

Ji Xiaoxiang's hair on both sides was braided into two small braids and tied behind her head. The remaining hair hung down to her waist like a waterfall. Snow Gun's little head poked out from the middle, feeling inexplicably happy. feel.

Snow Gun also saw him and immediately retracted his head.

Ji Xiaoxiang went to the supermarket today, originally planning to buy some ingredients. He had been eating takeout every day for the past few days and wanted to cook for himself.

As a result, when I saw all kinds of snacks in the supermarket, I couldn't hold it back. Fortunately, I brought a big cloth bag, otherwise I would put it in a plastic bag, which would make my hands unbearable.

As for whether eating too much and gaining weight would displease her fans, it was never within her scope of thinking. She doesn't sing to please anyone.

There was still some distance to the apartment building. Ji Xiaoxiang put the big bag in his hand on the ground, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and murmured to himself: "Let's buy less next time."

"Do you need help?"

"Thank you...no" he said out of habit, but Ji Xiaoxiang suddenly remembered who the voice was and immediately changed his words and kept nodding: "Need it, very much need it."

Xiao Bosheng lifted the bag on the ground and glanced at the back of Ji Xiaoxiang's neck. Xue Qiang looked at him through her hair, and then immediately shrank.

Feeling Xiao Bosheng's gaze, Ji Xiaoxiang reached out and took the snow gun out of his hat and held it in his arms. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Bosheng with a smile: "I was worried that the snow gun would be boring at home alone, so I took it out with me. .”

She was wearing a mask, and Xiao Bosheng could only see a pair of crescent-like eyes. He turned his head and said, "I rarely take her out, thank you."

Ji Xiaoxiang still smiled: "You're welcome, after all, it suddenly got close to me because of you. For the sake of Snow Gun, I will forgive your behavior that night, and you can continue to live there."

"..."

Xiao Bosheng was a little embarrassed and walked a little faster. Ji Xiaoxiang followed him and waved his fist: "But if you dare to expose me living here, I will... I will beat you up. .”

In the end, Ji Xiaoxiang felt unconvincing, and Xiao Bosheng didn't seem to have any strange reaction.

Looking at the man's back, she lowered her head, raised the snow gun higher, and whispered: "You will support me, right."

The snow gun rubbed against her neck.

Ji Xiaoxiang did not deliberately lower her voice. Xiao Bosheng, who was walking in front, naturally heard her and raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Let's just say that no one can resist the charm of the snow gun. The tactic was very successful.

Putting a large bag of things bought by Ji Xiaoxiang on the dining table, Xiao Posheng walked towards the bathroom and took off his coat at the same time.

Use the faucet to put water in the basin where you wash your clothes. When you feel that the water volume and temperature are about the same, you soak the entire coat in the water, pour some laundry detergent, stir it with your hands, and then return to the room.

Soak for a while first.

Ji Xiaoxiang put down the snow gun, took out a bag of small dried fish from the bag and opened it. The snow gun squatted aside and started fighting with the dried fish, while Ji Xiaoxiang was sorting out the things he bought.

Looking at the door of Xiao Bosheng's room out of the corner of his eye, Ji Xiaoxiang approached the snow gun and said in a low voice: "He doesn't look happy. Do you know what's going on?"

"Meow?"

Xue Qiang looked up at her strangely, and Ji Xiaoxiang was helpless: "You still know what I'm telling you."

Seeing the empty refrigerator being filled up bit by bit, Ji Xiaoxiang clapped his hands with satisfaction, took out his phone and checked the time. Well, it's time to make dinner.

I went back to the room to find something to tie up my hair. When I came out, I saw Xiao Bosheng sitting opposite me at the table with his back to the door. He didn't know what he was doing.

He must be drawing. I haven't seen him back in the past few days. The comics on the Xiaopo website are being updated normally, and it seems that there are always manuscripts saved.

But did something happen? Such sad eyes.

Back in the kitchen, looking at the rice and the rice cooker in her hands, she hesitated for only a second before starting to pour the rice and water. The amount of rice grains added to the pot was far more than she could eat.

In the room, Xiao Bosheng was drawing the spiritual formation based on his memory.

In fact, for a spiritual array to be effective, it requires an array carrier, a spiritual power channel, and spiritual power to maintain its operation. Some complex spiritual arrays also require special materials as carriers of spiritual power channels.

What he is doing now is just drawing the spiritual formation patterns in his memory on paper, which has no practical use.

Write "Move" in the upper right corner of the A4 paper in your hand, then put the paper aside and continue drawing on the paper below.

Storage, illusion, seal, spirit gathering... I finished drawing one pattern after another. The stars in my eyes dispersed. I sorted out the papers in my hand, and finally put the one named Storage at the end. Above, take a blue corner clip from a small jar and clamp it.

He turned around and pushed open the closet door, opened the only locked drawer inside, and put a stack of papers in his hand inside. Next to it was another stack of A4 papers folded up, and a diary, with the top page of the A4 paper Zhang painted some patterns that looked like words vertically, and in the upper right corner was written: Zhenling.

Lock the drawer and walk out of the room.

He usually kept these things related to Yu Ling locked in a drawer, so he let Ji Xiaoxiang into his room without any pressure before.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if she sees it. He is a comic artist, writing plots and using his imagination, so there is nothing wrong with him.

There was the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. I looked at the clock in the living room and saw that it was just six o'clock. It was far from my dinner time. I would order takeout later.

When I walked into the bathroom, my clothes had been soaked for a while, making it much easier to wash them.

Because of his background, while other children of the same age played freely every day and went back to eat directly, Ji Xiaoxiang was already the one who left early and went home to cook.

Of course, this does not affect her child's status as king

Well, I'm going too far. When my mother was still here, I liked her cooking very much. Later, her mother passed away, and she didn’t have much time to cook and eat by herself because of work, so she had less time to cook.

But she still cooks a large table of dishes every month and invites Wan'er and Sister Yun to eat together. She likes to cook and eat by herself, which gives her a sense of life.

Moreover, the process of cooking is also very good. External things have nothing to do with you. Just watching the ingredients become delicious, delicious and delicious under your own operation can give you as strong a sense of satisfaction as singing.

But if you have to cook every day, forget it. Enjoy life without embarrassing yourself.

If she is lazy, she should find a boyfriend who can cook. When she doesn't want to cook, she can urge him to do it. When she wants to, she should kick him away and do it herself.

In this way, you can have a breath of life, and you can also be lazy, hehehe.

I don’t know if Xiao Posheng can cook. Judging from the empty refrigerator, he must be eating out every day.

It’s over, he doesn’t know how to cook, it seems like we need to find an opportunity to teach him.

Wait a minute, I seem to have gone astray.

Ji Xiaoxiang shook his head, dispelling the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, and focused on the braised pork in front of him.

After washing his clothes, Xiao Posheng went back to his room. The comics really needed to be updated and saved. The drawings in his hand were almost finished. After finishing the drawings, there was no need to open new holes. The things locked in the wardrobe drawer alone were enough for him to study for a long time. .

Time passed little by little, and after drawing the scene of the two male protagonists each losing an arm in the confrontation, Xiao Bosheng put down his pen and stretched.

Snow Gun ran out at some point. He could smell the aroma of food in the air, and there was a protest in his stomach. He took his cell phone from the table and asked, "What should I eat today?"

‘Dong dong dong——’

Xiao Bosheng turned his head in confusion, and Ji Xiaoxiang stood at the door. Her long hair is tied up on the back of her head, and a simple wooden hairpin like chopsticks is inserted into her hair, which makes her look less luxurious and more elegant.

"Well, I made too much dinner, do you want to eat some together?"

Smelling the aroma of food in the air, Xiao Bosheng made a decision in just one second: "Okay, I'll clear the table and come out right away."

Arrange the scattered papers on the table according to the number of pages, put them under the pile of papers originally placed on the table, and then press them with the pencil case. Pick up the phone, cancel the fast food you just selected, take off the headphones and put them back on.

Ji Xiaoxiang was already sitting at the dining table, and Xueqian squatted on the coffee table in the living room. On the small plate in front of him were a brown-black chicken wing, a few pieces of red-brown meat, a piece of fish, and two peeled shrimps.

"You're so good at snow guns, are you trying to pry the wall off?"

Ji Xiaoxiang looked up at him, still smiling: "Then you might as well just give me the snow gun."

"If Snow Gun likes you more, then I won't have to chase her away and she will go with you."

"Meow!"

Looking at the snow gun holding the chicken wings, Xiao Bosheng smiled: "It seems that my position is still very stable at the moment."

Ji Xiaoxiang rolled his eyes: "Eat."

After looking at the dining table, Xiao Posheng took a breath.

Hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried beans, boiled shrimp, braised chicken wings, braised pork, pickled fish, and a big bowl of corn ribs soup.

"You call this a little too much?"

"Yeah." Ji Xiaoxiang nodded: "It's been too long since I've cooked for myself, so I accidentally cooked too much."

“I’m not afraid of waste either.”

"Isn't it you?"

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The girl looked at him, with a pair of cute tiger teeth under her dimples and a smile as bright as a flower.