He walked up to Yu Hu who was enduring pain on the bed, casually put the bone spur back into his body, and said with a smile: “I finally have some brains. I’m just a dog. It’s better to be a thankless loyal dog than to be a vicious dog beside a noble man.” . This dog has chosen the right owner. When others see it, they will kneel down and call you “Dog Master.”
Yu Hu was unmoved by his sarcasm, “Mr. Zuo is right. In the past, when I saw a spiritual master like you, I could only stay humble and petty. Life and death depended on your thoughts, but now I can be with you.” Talking and laughing.”
Zuo Si laughed loudly, “Well said, well said. The little goddess is eating with the little baby, and I will take care of your body.”
Yu Hu had personally experienced the difference between Zuo Si’s skills and Mi August’s. Hearing this, his face twitched a few times and he said, “Thank you.”
Zuo Si smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”
Everything that happens here is under the surveillance of the house spirit, and it is dictated to Mi August.
Mi August nodded after hearing this, not worried that Zuo Si would torture people to death.
Yu Hu has persisted until now, and is already Zuo Si’s valued experimental subject. For a madman with a research spirit, sometimes the experimental subject is more important than himself.
After dinner, Mi August watched Mi Feixue return to her room, turned around and called to the house spirit, and asked, “Has Feixue been exercising these days?”
The housekeeper was dumbfounded.
Mi August glanced at it, “There are marks on Feixue’s palms, fingertips, and knuckles. Such marks cannot be made by collision or using a pen.”
Zhai Ling: “…it’s the young master who doesn’t want me to tell you.”
“I can tell.” Mi August said: “She rarely avoids my hand holding, and even hides half of her hand in her sleeves when eating.”
Zhai Ling: “…”
Mi August: “If she wants to exercise, let her do it. Send me the hand cream I usually use, and make up my own excuses. Just pretend I don’t know anything.”
The house spirit looked horrified, “How dare I make up lies to deceive my little master.”
Mi August said: “How dare you hide it from me?”
The old man’s face collapsed: “…it’s the young master who doesn’t want me to say anything.”
“You can say nothing now.” Mi August saw water dripping from the wall.
The wall was as dry as new in an instant, and the spirit of the house said: “I understand!”
When Mi was about to leave in August, Zhai Linghu reported: “My wife’s room in the spirit boat has been knocked frequently in the past two days, especially today.”
“Now?” Mi August paused and asked.
The house spirit should be.
Mi August, who was originally going to the laboratory, decided to go to the spirit ship to see the situation first.