"Hey, what's the matter with him?" Chongkui asked curiously, squatting down and poking his dumb head.

"He ......" Dumb Mao turned around angrily, his height, just against Shigeaoi's chest, froze for a moment......

Because Chongkui had taken a bath, his robe had not yet dried, so it was open, revealing a small patch of white and tender skin.

It's just that she doesn't have a developed body, and she doesn't look at anything, but the look of the dull hair really annoys her.

"Look at it!" Chongkui slapped him on the head, gritted his teeth in anger, and pulled up his robe.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Silly still couldn't stop fascinating, "Woman, you're a living woman......"

Syllable!

Chongkui slapped him, snorted and stood up, unexpectedly, even a bunch of rags in this year has bad intentions!

"Look at you as a beauty, it's really sweet to even hit it. Silly Mao smiled, pulled the hem of her clothes unrelentingly, and said shyly: "Come on, hit again~~~"

Chongkui lowered his head, suddenly raised his foot, and stomped his head on the ground with one kick, sneering: "How is it?

"Ahhh

Chongkui continued to exert himself and crushed a few times, "Didn't you beg me to beat you?

"No, no, no, don't beg, woo woo woo woo ......" Silly begged for mercy, I didn't expect to meet a living woman for the first time, so cruel!

This woman's methods seem to be similar to those of Lord Tan Jiu......

Chongkui slowly raised his feet and let him live.

Silly got up, wiped the footprints on his head, and wiped the tears that did not contain zài in the corners of his eyes by the way.

Chongkui sat down and asked again, "What's wrong with him, how dare you be so presumptuous to your Tanjiu Lord?"

"He's not Lord Tan Jiu!" Dumb Mao jumped up suddenly, and threw a rather disdainful look in the direction of the young man.

The boy involuntarily flinched, not daring to look him in the eye.

Come to think of it, I have been bullied by him before.

Chongkui was stunned: "Then who is he?"

He's not Tan Jiu? What's going on? He's obviously Tan Jiu!

He had been sitting here, not moving his position, and he was dressed exactly the same, how could it be another person?

It's so strange that there are two people who are very different.

"Who cares who he is, isn't he just an idiot!" snorted.

Shigekui's eyes were on the boy, and he sat silently with his legs crossed, not responding to the scolding of the dull hair.

The wind blew the strands of hair scattered across his forehead, and his white skin was as white as paper, flawless.

Yes, there were no transparent Uthamhara flowers on his face, and those flowers seemed to have already bloomed and withered.

As a result, he looks like a normal person, no longer so evil and weird.

Will there be such a huge difference in the personality of the same person?

Even if it's schizophrenic, it's too split, isn't it?

Looking at him like this, it was difficult for Chongkui to associate him with that terrifying Tan Jiu.

He was innocent, like a child, but he was the one who almost killed her!

Chongkui simply couldn't tell the two apart.

"That'...... What about Tan Jiu?" Chongkui asked tentatively.

"I'm asleep. ”――

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