I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

Chapter 84 [2 more]

"Going like this, you can't stand in front of it completely still, otherwise the tower will attack too quickly, and the next wave of your soldiers will be under the opponent's tower." Joaquin manipulated the mouse, patiently repeating the demonstration, becoming more and more focused , "There must be a feeling of 'bumping' into the pawns, let them deviate from the original path, slow down a little, and keep the pawn line at..."

After returning home, Joaquin changed into the T-shirt and loose shorts he usually wears. As long as the windows are not opened too far, there will be no draft in the room, and it will not be cold.Min Qiu sat in the back and held his breath, staring at the back in front of him, watching it relax a little bit, gradually showing a natural curvature.

He suddenly stood up and bumped into the man's back viciously, trying to knock him away: "Hey? How do you say 'bump into soldiers'?"

Joaquin leaned forward reflexively, but after all, he was sitting on one of Min Qiu's knees, and he fell back on tiptoe, right next to Min Qiu's arms. Oh... well, that's it."

Min Qiu's silly little trick succeeded, but a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He thought that after bumping Hua Xiaojin, he would pinch Hua Xiaojin's shoulder and laugh arrogantly, "You little skinny chicken was knocked away so easily hahaha", but he didn't expect... Joaquin just looked like Skeleton distribution map, really bumped into, but the texture is blunt, hot, not harsh, and not rattling or rattling.

This sense of touch could not be equated with anything he had ever bumped into, only the comfort of lying in bed when he was tired, and the reaction force he suffered was less than when he hit a spring mattress .The kinetic energy emanating from him seemed to disappear out of thin air after reaching Joaquin's body. There was no aftershock response. Jin is also not very good at "reciprocating courtesy" with him, as if he is not surprised by his little mischievous behavior, and resolves it to nothing with gentleness and tolerance.

Min Qiu suddenly had a feeling that Joaquin was letting him in, pampering him, even exceeding the limit... spoiling him?

Otherwise, why does Joaquin get up so early and greedily do more housework every day?The things he did probably already exceeded their original intention of moving out for convenience and comfort.

What mood was he in when he did those things?

"Hey, that's how it was at the beginning..." After a moment of silence, Joaquin said again, "You can try stealing it after about six or seven waves. If he dies, you can fight for a while. You may go into the grass when he is coming back soon. Back to the city……"

The voice in Min Qiu's mind was noisy, and he heard a certain voice calling him in the dark.

Joaquin: "See?"

"Huh?" Min Qiu, who didn't understand anything, glanced at the still childish picture, "Huh."

Joaquin: "Will you play for a while?"

Min Qiu: "Yes."

His right hand passed through Joaquin's armpit, holding the mouse that still had the body temperature of the previous operator—he didn't know if the temperature left after other people used the mouse was the same. The eyes echo each other, and you can imagine Joaquin's appearance at this moment without turning around to the front.

Min Qiu: "Where are you going now?"

"Babing, didn't I tell you just now?" Seeing the line of soldiers crossing the middle, Hua Jin grabbed the mouse together with Min Qiu's hand, "Here...hey, don't hold on to the mouse still .”

Being pinched by Joaquin's hand, the noise in his head became louder, and he had to calm down and suppress the noise.

The heat generated by the two stacked together could not be dissipated. The wind came in from the window and was blocked by Hua Xiaojin's body. He was still quite hot sitting behind, but he didn't dare to adjust his sitting position easily. He always felt that if he moved, Hua Jin would will get up.

Joaquin watched him play, feeling nervous and powerless: "You, you, you, why don't you make up the knife... Ah, ah, I was almost killed, you should pick it up first."

Min Qiu had no nostalgia for the battle situation, he took his hand back, and put it on Hua Jin's lap: "Hua Xiaojin, stop fighting."

"Qualifying, how can we not play? It will affect the winning rate." Joaquin eliminated the opponent in two or three strokes, and the opponent didn't seem to move at all, and he was completely at the mercy of others.

Min Qiu complained softly: "I haven't eaten yet."

Not only did he not eat, but he did not drink water or eat fruit after returning home. He felt that his voice was dry and hoarse, his throat was on fire, and he was neglected and treated poorly.

Joaquin comforted him with good words: "Wait a minute, let's do it after this game, right away."

"Is that classmate of yours also in this game?" Min Qiu doesn't quite remember the ID, it seems to be "qinshen" or "qingzheng". In short, there are no good people playing this game, including Dawei and Chi Yuan, "Don't Played with him, listen?"

"What's the matter?" Joaquin didn't know why, "We've been playing together since childhood, why can't we play?"

Sometimes "getting upset about the other person" is the norm. You don't need the other person to do anything new. Just seeing it makes you feel uncomfortable, and even thinking about it makes you feel like you can't breathe the air in the same atmosphere.To really enumerate one, two, three or four crimes is often very naive and superficial, so Min Qiu can't tell what's wrong, so he can only sit on the bench burning inside and out.

He runs his hand over Joaquin's knee-length shorts—the rough fabric feels familiar, he seems to have touched it somewhere but can't remember.Restricted by his vision, Min Qiu was bored for a while, so he slid along the middle seam on the outside of his trousers, looking for the washing label on the trousers.

The cropped shorts were very loose for Joaquin. Min Qiu pinched them carefully and didn't touch anyone at all. However, he searched both sides and touched them all but couldn't find them—the inner pants had their labels on the outside. The labels of the trousers worn outside are included. Could it be that such fat trousers are not home clothes, but a piece of trousers worn outside?

He used his fingers to get in from the outside of the trouser seam, as if he was doing underground work, and went upstream little by little, looking for clues.

After finding about ten centimeters, Joaquin bumped his arm with his elbow and muttered, "What are you touching?"

When he said this, Joaquin didn't turn his head, and the game was still in full swing.Min Qiu himself was more than dozens of times larger than the notebook, but he didn't even get a few tenths of the attention. He felt impetuous and suspicious of his conclusion just now—what was laissez-faire and tolerance was just an illusion.

The more uncertain he was, the more he wanted to prove it. He grabbed Joaquin's elbow with his backhand and asked knowingly, "Why did you hit me?"

"Ah, hello!" Joaquin lost control of his arm holding the mouse, and the screen instantly went blank—the game character was killed.He paused depressedly, and flicked his elbow to shake off Min Qiu's paw: "What the hell are you doing right now!"

"Don't ignore me." Min Qiu held onto it, and couldn't help but wrap his other hand around, "Stop playing, play with me for a while."

This is not the first time he has hugged Joaquin.In the past, they had done intimate movements in playfulness, military training, and some classes that required personal practice, but when he hugged him like this today, he obviously had an impulse more than before - wanting to be closer Get closer, wanting to sniff him carefully.

The noisy sound in my head was like a snowflake TV that suddenly disconnected. It couldn't find the signal and buzzed, which couldn't be ignored.He tightened his arms against the overwhelming pressure of the voice, resting his chin on the back of Joaquin's shoulder.

Joaquin looked down at his waist, twisted his neck and asked, "...what are you doing?"

Min Qiu: "..."

The unexpected voice, the quick response, the confused question, the straightforward dislike... How come it seems that Joaquin and him are not on the same frequency at all?

Min Qiu was not sure, wanted to make sure again, and was about to force the hoop with his hand, but someone slapped him: "Stop making trouble, go, you go back first, I'll beat you."

"..." Min Qiu had no choice but to let go of his claws, and the noise in his head decreased accordingly.

"I'll teach you next time when I have nothing to do." Joaquin got up and patted his shoulder with the back of his hand, full of signs of chasing guests, "I'll call you later for dinner."

Min Qiu: "..."

What about "one slap can't be clapped"?

He went back to his room and lay on the big bed, tossed and turned a few times, feeling uncomfortable, wanted to go back and trace his life for more than a year, but he didn't know where to start.

From the beginning to the present, his father and his brothers have asked him many times about the bond.

God, how did he know what was going on?Just like being beaten to death by others for the first time in the game, it took him a long time to figure out what skill he might have died from at that time - so far it is only "possible"!Still can't say for sure!

Even the simple actions in the game are so difficult to trace, let alone the big things like bond and relationship?May I ask, who can explain his own mental journey in detail and logically at the beginning of love?

If you want to look back at the moment when the incident happened and explain the process clearly, you must be a familiar, veteran, or expert with sharp eyes, so that it is possible to clearly describe the abstract "emotion" in concrete language, right?For example, "Flying Immortal" is the one who can explain every moment of the battle clearly and plainly, and he...

Min Qiu is obviously, definitely not a master of emotions.

Not only did he lag behind in skills, but he didn't even read a single page of "example questions" and "example essays", and his second brother never set a good example for him.On the day when the deeds were formed, no matter if they were in the mountains or in the water, the father and brother all came at once—although the knot was a little fast and sudden, which was beyond the scope of everyone's acceptance, but they were brothers and sisters after all. It was a question filled with surprise and eagerness, but when Min Qiu described it like this for a while, he felt that it was not very accurate, and then changed it to that for a while, and he still felt that it was not very accurate, he was in a dilemma, and changed his words twice at a time.

None of their family, from Min's father to Min Yang to Min Lan, is a patient master, so he didn't have time to accompany him to practice his concluding statement. A flirtatious bastard son, Min Qiu was so frightened by the rattan that he had no time to think, he was only thinking about what to say to save him from getting hurt twice - after thinking about it, he can only hang up if he has nothing to do with himself!As soon as his father heard that his youngest son said that he didn't get along, that he didn't make sense of bullshit, he immediately became angry, and the vicious cycle went to the point where the sky was dark and the sky was dark.

Thinking of the past... Min Qiu felt a sense of grievance when he touched the place where he had been injured - the beating was minor, and the skin injury was fine, but why did everyone only come to ask him how he was, why didn't anyone ask Hua for him? How was Kim feeling at the time?

Don't they all say that only when two people are in love can they form a bond?Why did Joaquin's reaction just now seem to be completely different?

Min Qiu was lying on the bed and his mind was empty, when he heard the door knock: "Daqiuqiu——"