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Chapter 42 The Cheap Husband Is Too Miserable

Wake up in the morning.

Jiang Si lies on the bed and checks the light brain.

Her cheap husband didn't even reply to the information he received.

She lay on the bed and sighed a long time.

The road to chasing a husband is far away and endless.

Then she went to Star.com again.

The three portions of lemon pickled pepper chicken feet delivered last night have already set off a craze online.

The three people who got the lemon pickled pepper chicken feet took photos of the lemon pickled pepper chicken feet and the photos of the lemon on Star.com at 360 degrees without blind spots.

Others sent out nine-part grids, but they sent out 32-part grids, which caused the following star friends to feel sour and bid.

"On the upper floor, give a price, a box of lemon pickled pepper chicken feet, add a lemon, and offer it at will."

"Lemon pickled pepper chicken feet are left, and lemons are taken out and sold. If not, I want to challenge you."

"I'm willing to pay 100,000 star coins to buy the lemon in your hands."

"You devils, you have bought out the chicken feet, and I haven't even grabbed them. Two days later, I want to grab the lemons, what should I do if I don't have chicken feet?"

"It's okay, the lemon you want to grab. I have chicken feet. We can eat it together."

The three people who got the chicken feet of lemon pickled peppers directly replied to their friends who were not selling them. They broadcast the live broadcast of eating chicken feet of lemon pickled peppers and said their feelings: "Although it was so spicy that it hurts and sore, the limbs and even blood were as warm as they were soaked in warm water, and they were full of strength.

If one person says this, it may not believe it. If three people in different galaxies say this, the entire network will believe it.

So at night, they stopped sleeping and ran to the account of the 7th-level plant therapist in ginger, screaming and asking for feeding.

After Jiang Si scanned the messages from the crazy star friends, she saw the message sent by the military headquarters and mobilized a large number of therapists from the hospital to go to the stars 1 to 5 of the Colestar Affiliated.

All spacecraft flying to the inner galaxy of stars 1 to 5 of the Cole Star were stopped and the protective shield was opened, blocking all entrances to the inner galaxy of stars 1 to 5 of the Cole Star.

Jiang Si sat up after watching it, her face became solemn.

Her cheap husband is the shield of the Empire, the head coach, guarding Cole Star. Now there are a large number of therapists who have transferred over, and Cole Star can only enter but not exit.

It means something happened to Colexing.

Her cheap husband not only has genes broken, mental power is unstable, and has injuries on his body. When fighting with the Zerg, isn’t he going to fight for his life?

If you are unlucky and die, her golden thighs will be gone.

Jin's thighs are gone. Once she is exposed, she can only turn into a fertility tool in the laboratory and give birth to children for countless people.

I feel chills even if I think about it.

You must never let your cheap husband get into trouble, you must find a way to treat him.

While treating injuries, you cannot expose yourself.

Jiang Si's eyes turned for a while, and thought of someone, she turned her up from the bed, took a shower and changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

A lemon was born and planted into the clay pot. The ginger shredded ginger went to the planting experiment site with the clay pot.

Yan Qi was carrying a manure bucket in one hand and an iron clip in the other, and was burying the feces of strange beasts into the soil from the manure bucket.

The entire planting experiment base is filled with a sour and odor.

Jiang Si walked over with her lemon tree in her arms, her nose tightly pressed against the lemon: "Senior, you are completely wrong to bury the manure like this."

Sure enough, the skill of growing vegetables was something that the Chinese had carved into their bones and blood before the end of the ancient earth, and no one else could learn it.

Yan Qi twisted his head, and a strip of cloth was tied to his undistinguished face, covering his mouth and nose.

But he saw the lemon tree in Jiang Si's hand, pulled off the cloth strip, and stood up as if he had seen the love in his dream, and rushed towards Jiang Si: "Big baby, you are really my big baby."

As expected, ginger shredded with the lemon high, and the smell of feces penetrated into her nose. She vomited and threatened: "Stand there and don't move, or I'll slip my hands."

The threat made Yan Qi's footsteps stop, and he raised his hands: "Big baby, if you have something to say, you have to keep it steady. That lemon looks fragile."

Jiang Si put the lemon down, held it in her arms, and smiled: "Do you want it?"

The leaves on the small lemon tree are green and green, and the fruits are all as big as fists, exuding a faint sour fragrance.

Yan Qi could feel the mental power in the fruit after two steps apart. He also confirmed that the lemon tree and the fruit he cheated from the big baby yesterday were from the 7th-level plant therapist.

"Of course I want to tell you your conditions." Yan Qi stared at the little lemon tree without blinking: "As long as it is not harsh, I agree."

Ginger threw the clay pot containing the lemon tree: "A word is determined, come and catch it."

Yan Qi's face changed drastically, he jumped, took it steadily, hugged it tightly, and checked it carefully, and confirmed that the lemon tree was not injured. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiang Si: "Big baby, you are really my big baby. I decided that the chief freshman of the plant department this year is you."

Jiang Si didn't know that he was the director of the planting department. When he bragged: "Senior, don't brag, you have good grades and can't just designate the chief."

Yan Qi snorted proudly: "I said ok. Just rely on this lemon tree, you are a waste, and you are the chief of this year."

"I really thank you for letting me be the chief and my old enemy." Jiang said without hesitation.

Yan Qi smiled and said, "Seeing through but not talking about it, there are many privileges to be the chief. By the way, what are you asking me for?"

Jiang Si leaned closer to him: "How is this meeting ceremony?"

Such a meeting gift?

Yan Qi just wanted to say that the more you get, the better, and everyone comes without hesitation, "Beautiful, heavy, and hard to buy, I like it."

Jiang Si asked again: "Is the Hongti Beauty yesterday delicious?"

I can't bear to eat delicious food.

Yan Qi blinked and said, "It tastes delicious, if there is a tree, it would be even better."

Jiang Si grinned at the corner of her mouth: "Senior, you said that you are also a part-time therapist in addition to planting. Your mental power is level 4, right?"

Yan Qi's blue hair shook slightly, and the bad premonition struck his heart, but he ate people's mouth, short hands, and held someone's lemon tree in his arms. His momentum was a little weaker than others. "Yes, my mental power is level 4, and I have the official therapist qualification certificate."

Hearing this, Jiang Si asked in a deep voice: "How should a person treat his genes, mental disorders, irritability, and injuries?"

Yan Qi frowned slightly: "Are you talking about a person?"

Jiang Si nodded: "Yes, a person, his genetic collapse has caused his hands to be as cold as ice."

"Mental disordered and irritable, like a mess, or a ball of cotton wool, the body is filled with the smell of blood, and the injury should be not light."

Yan Qi pondered for a moment, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes shot straight into Jiang Si's eyes: "As you said, this is what a person said."

"This person has a very high mental power level. At the same time, he has never been sorted out by the therapist, and the degree of gene collapse is like a pain in scraping flesh and shaving bones."

"Then, the injuries on his body should not be caused by external forces, but by himself. In the case of genetic collapse and mental disorders and irritability, his wounds were in his chest, right?"
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