Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Chapter 300 Gifts
"What are you doing?" The quack doctor who had laid out the specific sailing route for the Asylum finally had some free time to rest. He walked to the deck of the ship and saw Xiao Bai sitting there alone, wondering what he was doing. What.

Hearing the voice of the quack doctor, Xiaobai immediately hid the things in his hands, showing a somewhat embarrassed smile, "Yong, Mr. quack doctor, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just took a rest, so I just walked around." He glanced at the things that Xiao Bai hid behind him, and asked, "Who is it for?"

Xiaobai laughed twice, "No, I don't quite understand what you mean..."

The quack recalled, "Oh, I remembered, I heard from the people in Haven that according to their time calculation, Christmas is coming. Why, you want to send him to the Easter match?"

"also?"

Realizing that he had slipped his mouth, the quack doctor quickly changed his words, "I mean, I heard Tong Qiu said before that he was very interested in the hell's resurrection match, so he said 'also'."

Wangcai: "Listen to this idiot."

Xiaobai held Dong XZ behind him, but his expression became a little tangled, "The captain saved my life, I think it is understandable to give a gift, it is a part of repaying his kindness to me and Wangcai Bar……"

Wangcai: "Take care of me? What kindness does he have for me? He treats me like a dog, right! Bark bark bark bark!"

"I understand what you mean," the quack doctor interrupted her, "Go ahead and tinker with your presents. I'll go for a walk in the cabin and see how the other two are doing."

Nodding his head, Xiaobai watched the quack doctor walk into the cabin.

Pushing open the door of the cabin, the quack doctor saw the fake monk squatting furtively in front of the door of the confinement room, and greeted himself, "Young benefactor, come quickly, the poor monk wants to talk to you about something."

"Let's talk about your ugly words first," the quack doctor frowned, "All the Terror Cups have been sold out. I don't have any in stock here. Don't think about it."

The fake monk showed an expression of "I understand, I understand too much", "The poor monk understands, I didn't come to ask you for the cup of terror, please believe me."

The quack doctor still didn't take a step forward, "Even if it's a dead body, I can't lend it to you, don't even think about it!"

"Yong benefactor, your vision has been restricted by the world. Does your impression of me stop there?"

"Yes."

Scratching his hairless head, the fake monk slowed down his tone, "Don't worry, Master Yong, I'm looking for you today, it must have nothing to do with those things, so come in and have a chat with me."

After receiving this affirmative word, the quack doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the confinement room with the fake monk, "Why do you want me?"

I saw the cassock on the false monk's chest pulled, and a lot of pieces slipped out of his cassock and piled up on the ground.

"I'm leaving." Seeing this, the quack doctor was ready to leave immediately.

"Yong benefactor, please stay!" The fake monk hurriedly stopped the quack doctor, "This time I invite you here, the main reason is to discuss with you, the so-called festival issue, if I heard correctly, it should be some kind of egg-laying festival How about these presents I prepared for the captain?"

The quack doctor raised his eyebrows, picked up one of the discs, and glanced at the cover.

Fuck!It's actually laying eggs!

What a strong taste!

Hurriedly throwing the disc in his hand on the ground, the quack doctor has never been so flustered in his life, even a male girlfriend who finds out that his best friend is pregnant is not as flustered as the quack doctor.

"What are you using to disgust me? You are insane! You have so many collections of such heavy-tasting things?"

The fake monk clasped his hands together, pretending to be very pious, "Witnessing the sufferings of the world is more conducive to the tempering of the poor monk's mind. Isn't it also a kind of experience to get in touch with things that you don't often touch?"

"It's unlucky for Tongqiu to have a talent like you." The quack doctor didn't blush at all when he said this, "I don't care what you give me, but I guess with his personality...it's hard to say." , you can figure it out yourself."

Leaving his confinement room as if fleeing, the quack doctor heaved a sigh of relief, "Could it be that there isn't a place on this ship where I can relax normally?"

Taking steps, the quack doctor walked to the confession room, thinking that he must have not confessed recently when he encountered these things, so he pushed open the door of the confession room.

A ray of light shone in from the only window of the confession room, and the sickly maiden knelt in front of the stone sculpture in the confession room, praying sincerely, or confessing.

Of course, it would be nice if the shape of this stone sculpture is not the legendary Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon.

Sitting on the bench in the last row of the confession room, the quack doctor looked at the scene in front of him, and prepared to wait for the sick saint to finish praying before dealing with his own affairs.

Seemingly noticing the movement behind her, the sickly maiden opened her eyes, turned her head, and said to the quack doctor behind her, "Good morning, plague doctor."

"It's afternoon."

The sickly maiden smiled gently, "Maybe it's because I was too immersed in my prayers, so I forgot the time. Do you have anything to do?"

The quack doctor said casually: "It's okay, there was a guy who disgusted me with Christmas presents just now, I'll wash his brain."

"Christmas? Oh, I remembered," the sickly maiden smiled slightly, "I also have a gift for the captain, are you interested in helping me as a staff member?"

A trace of distrust flashed in his eyes, and the quack doctor asked tentatively, "You wouldn't wrap yourself up with a ribbon and give it away as a gift, would you?"

The sick girl's eyes lit up, "Oh? Is there another way? I really didn't think of it."

Didn't I think of it...

Hearing this sentence, the quack doctor was immediately relieved, "Then what is your gift?"

Onion Duan's slender fingers pointed at his lips, and the sick and delicate saint smiled at the corner of her mouth, but said nothing.

"Wait?" The quack doctor seemed to realize that something was wrong. Although the sickly maiden didn't say a word, it was worth a thousand words, "You...you won't..."

The terrifying thought emerged in his mind, and the face of the quack doctor hidden under the mask suddenly became pale as snow.

Why is everyone's brains abnormal!

Why do you have to come to disgust yourself!

"I can't make up my mind about you, you can go if you want, don't look for me!" The quack doctor rushed out of the door, holding one hand on the door of the power room opposite, panting heavily.

squeak--

Very "accidentally", the door of the power room was pushed open by him.

He raised his head and looked into the gloomy power room.

Tongqiu was sitting on the toilet with a gloomy face, his elbows were resting on his knees, his hands were folded, and his head was supported, in a standard posture of Commander Ikari.

The atmosphere was awkward.

One guy is taking a shit, but another guy pushes the door in without even knocking.

"I'm sorry," the quack doctor chose to apologize, "I was the one who was rude."

"No," Tong Qiu raised his hand to stop the quack doctor's behavior, "You came at the right time."

The quack doctor was taken aback.

Tongqiu showed a doting expression on his face, and he lifted his butt helplessly, "Just say it when you're hungry, there's no need to be so impatient, eat whatever you want, I'll treat you today, and don't worry about being full."

"Die to me! I'm sorry for my medical skills if I don't chop you up today! Die to me!!"

(End of this chapter)