Chapter 501: It's so shameful to eat soft rice or something!
"Momo..."
At the same time, Si Lijun from another plane, standing near a volcanic crater, had a bad premonition.
She... Nothing will happen, right?
Thinking about it now, Si Lijun suddenly found that he was too confident in Su Mo's ability.
At first, when he first met Su Mo, he was really worried about her everywhere, no matter what she did, he considered her again and again, treating her as a little girl who didn't know anything about the world.
And later, after seeing Su Mo's repeated operations, he gradually became relieved, so that no matter what Su Mo did or said, he felt that there was nothing wrong.
Even if Su Mo said just now that she was picking green floating grass, he let Su Mo go with confidence.
At this moment, thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, how could he, as a man, let his woman rush ahead?
Even if this A in his family gets up, there will be nothing to do with him.
Not... How did he come up with the idea of eating soft rice? It's really shameful!
......
"Shameful wool!" On the other end, just as Si Lijun was humbly introspective, the small room of one of the containers was covered with all kinds of advertisements, and the lightning rod sat in the middle, suddenly opened his eyes and cursed.
At this time, the embroidery needle on the table suddenly moved, and a voice came from the needle without a mouth: "What's wrong?
"It's not Si Lijun's bastard! It's shameful to scold me!"
"Aren't you ashamed?" the embroidery needle continued to twist, without eyes and nose, and could only convey an expression with her mouth: "[Contempt for the eye]." ”
Hearing this, the lightning rod was stunned, he seemed to be indeed ashamed, but... He just can't accept this kind of thing by scolding himself!
Thinking about it, he waved his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Okay, don't talk about it...... Alas, since the swap of bodies, the bond between me and him has grown. Unexpectedly, so quickly, there has been a slight fusion of personality and thoughts. ”
"Isn't it a matter of time or time?" the embroidery needle cut indifferently, not at all surprised by the lightning rod's statement, "Nowadays, your personality affects him, and his thinking will also affect you, all of which are normal operations, which means that the experiment of the original white is about to succeed." ”
"That's right..."
It is rare, speaking of this, the lightning rod's expression was slightly subdued for a moment, revealing a long-lost precipitation from his childish and cynical expression, and his eyes were slightly condensed, as if they included the stars of all worlds.
I have to say that Principal Avoidance really has a good skin.
It's just that he is too much on weekdays, which causes most people to ignore his arrogant face, cold eyebrows, deep eyes, and unruly outline.
The embroidery needle without eyes was stunned: "Spicy eyes, it turns out that you are so handsome." What do you have to say in the second half of the sentence? ”
Sighing softly, the lightning rod said again: "I always feel that Ah Jun's personality is not like me, but more like ink." ”
"Ink Saint?"
"Hmm. The lightning rod continued to be rare and serious, and the jaw was bowed.
However, the embroidery needle laughed: "[squinted smile], do you mean that you like Mo Jiuqing?"
Strange to say, others are secretive about the name of the Lord God of Mo, let alone calling her name, and they don't even dare to use "Lord Mo God" or "Lord of the Heavenly Tribulation" to address her, they all use "that one", and they are afraid that the Lord God of Mo will detect it.
Unexpectedly, the embroidery needle did not shy away from it.
However, the lightning rod didn't think it was strange, and smiled: "Not really." I also like Momo-chan, in this regard, no problem. Whether it's because of Mo or because of myself, in the end he and I will have a deep affection for Mo Mo-chan. I'm referring to something else..."
"In what way?"
"Integrity. As soon as the words fell, the lightning rod's expression returned to a particularly begging and aggrieved appearance, and complained, "I suspect that his problem will kill me." ”
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