Ji Qiu's electronic eyes flashed and seeped into people, but there was still no obvious love in the eyes of Il fans.

"Aunt Kiju, this is the child I picked up in the NGL Autonomous Nation......"

Before Sister Ling's words fell, Xiba frowned and asked abruptly,

"Suzu, you went to the NGL Autonomous State?"

As an airborne child, Ling Mei was completely confused by Xiba's sudden questioning.

In line with the principle that the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, Ling Mei nodded with a cold face.

Xiba's figure flashed suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Ling Mei, and quickly reached out to press Ling Mei's shoulder.

He moved so fast that even the eyes of Ilfan, who was only one step away from Suzumei, failed to catch the trajectory of his movements.

Xiba has a height of nearly two meters, even Lingmei, at such a close distance, she has to work hard to hold her head high in order to look at him, "Uncle Xiba? ”

Xiba didn't answer immediately, but kept a calm face, and continued to use "round" on his hand.

After about two minutes,

Xiba finally withdrew his hand, stood back in his original position, tilted his head slightly, and whispered a few words to Kiqiu—even Kiqiu looked extremely stern at this time, and the red light of his electronic eyes was particularly striking.

Ilmi half-turned around and looked at his father, his eyes showing doubt.

"Yi'er Mi, you and Suzu should go outside and get to know each other this time."

Xiba's eyes were dark, and he avoided talking about it.

Ilmi's curiosity has always been limited, and he doesn't have the heart to explore too much about things that his father doesn't let him know.

He bowed slightly at Xiba, then turned around and faced Suzumi again.

There is not even the slightest change of expression on the face.

This makes Ling Mei feel a lot of pressure, after all, she is also taking the cold route now, and the cold means that the enemy does not move, I do not move, and the enemy does not move~

So Ling Mei had to show the same unfathomable expression and look back at Yi'er.

→→ is said to make the eyes bigger this way.

Xiba beckoned back, signaled the butler who followed behind to take out a stack of documents from the briefcase he was carrying, and handed it to Yi'er Mi, and then said: "The next time belongs to you young people, you can get to know each other well!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, he took Jiqiu back up the mountain, leaving only the illusion of his back from the high-speed driving.

Ling Mei thought that this blind date was expected to end with a similar routine of standing at the foot of the withered mountain and staring affectionately for an afternoon, but Yier Fan suddenly said: "Let's go to the Sky Arena!" ”

……

Ling Mei pondered that Yi'er Fan probably wanted to make his mention of yì look as natural as possible, and specially cooperated with the cute action of clenching a fist with her left hand and hitting the palm of her right hand......

However......

hehe

Ling Mei said that this kind of cute action, combined with the corners of Yi'er Mi's mouth that fell at the speed of light after being raised stiffly for two seconds, is simply not too disobedient......

In other words, Ben Gongju is very curious, what did Xiba stuff to Yi'er~

The curiosity in her heart scratched the ground, and Ling Mei, who maintained the character on her face, simply nodded neatly, and the two reached a consensus on this.

Actually, going to the Sky Arena on a blind date or something, it's still quite novel, and it's not a routine at all (bracket laughs.)

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To be reasonable, generally at this time, the man should take all kinds of initiatives, not to mention the tea and water, at least to keep moving his mouth, and maintain a good atmosphere before he can say it in the past.

However, after Il's obsession with the airship, he became more reticent, almost a fight with the ant king who could not speak lingua franca.

Suzumi and Ilmi sat on the sofa facing each other, Meluaim sat beside Suzumei, and various sugar boxes were placed on the crystal table in the middle as usual.

Yi'er Fan quietly flipped the text in his hand, even if he was sitting, his back was straight, but it didn't give people a tough sense of existence.

He sat there, head down, turning a few pages, more like a quiet student than the killer.

But what exactly the killer looks like, no one can say.

In these years, even robbers are like a delicate college student, but those who have scars that run through the whole face, dark skin, and a thick voice may have a righteous heart.

Tsk tsk.

Sister Ling was a little emotional.

"-Suzu, happy blind date?"

Ling Mei looked at Il Mi emittingly, but when she noticed that the young man was still focused on her own text, she immediately reacted, even if the voice of the young man in front of her sounded gentle, it was not so soft......

With some surprise, she shifted her gaze to Meluam beside her, who happened to meet the child's eye in mid-air.

Queen Ant ......

In less than a day, without a teacher at all, I learned the pronunciation of the lingua franca......

Ling Mei's gaze suddenly became complicated, and now no one here except her knew the true identity of Meluaim, and no one could realize what a terrible threat such a terrifying learning ability would pose to them.

What do you want to do? 】

[Why do you ask?] 】

[Because you should know this kind of thing best~]

The system seemed to be reminding herself of something, and the villain in Ling Mei's heart pursed her lips.

In fact, the current Ant King is just a little hot-tempered little ghost, and without the strong body and strength to match, he has begun to learn to use his equally excellent mind.

He noticed that the woman in front of him was silent because of his own voice, and he subconsciously began to think about the reason.

However, since the only book he had read so far was the illustrated version of The Elementary Course in Lingua Franca, his thoughts were of little use.

So Meluaim chose to continue his studies, and he was looking at the section on clothing, because there was no one to give him a pronunciation to refer to, so he took the practice of forcibly imprinting this knowledge into his head, and for this he was concentrating his mind very much.

But it was at this moment that he suddenly felt himself being held by the arm and lifted up—the man's strength was so strong for his present body that he could not even stretch his arm apart.

The man landed him on her lap, clinging to her thighs through a layer of soft fabric.

Then she bent down slightly, stepped over his shoulders from behind him, reached out and spread out the "Elementary Course in Lingua Franca", placed it on the table, and then took his hand back.

This inexplicable teaching made Meluam a little confused.

When he first learned, he was always distracted.

But now it was different, his ear canal was filled with a cold voice, and the base of his ear was so red with a warm breath that it became a little dull to receive outside sounds......

The man taught him the pronunciation over and over again as he slowly drew it in the book with his hands......

He was not accustomed to using his 'hands' like a human, his nails were long and hard, but the hands that covered the backs of his hands were like those shells he had stumbled upon by the sea......

Meluaim found that he could no longer focus on the album, and it was clear that learning this knowledge was the most important thing for him now, but he couldn't help but keep his eyes on the man's nails......

His body seemed to be encircled by something soft and soft.

This was quite alien to Meluam, and he couldn't even find a fitting metaphor in his head to describe it, because it was the first time he had felt it......

Fortunately, even if the ant king is half-hearted, his learning ability is not covered, and soon, he can read those caterpillar-like fonts one by one, and distinguish them from a bunch of similar things.

Meluaim's hand slid over a word—it was not illustrated.

"What, what?"

He spoke slowly, but the pronunciation of each word was extremely clear and accurate.

Suzumi looked at Meluam's finger, and the word was - button.

Naturally, there was no way to find a button on the long dress she was wearing, so she paused, lowered Meluam from her lap, straightened up again, and walked in front of Ilmi in two steps.

At this time, Yi Erfan had already finished reading the text, except for one that he folded and put into his pocket, the rest had been destroyed.

Ever since he finished reading Wen Jiàn, he began to look at the woman and the child in front of him, and he had been staring at it for a long, long time.

The gaze cast in his dark eyes was plain and ordinary, like a light feather that happened to blow over a person in the air, and it was not disgusted, let alone alert.

At this time, he naturally found that the child was stumped by the 'button', so he was unusually cooperative in the face of the woman who walked towards him.

The woman sat down an arm's length away from him, and then asked with great politeness, "Ilmi, may I borrow your button?" ”

The sound is cool and unexpectedly pleasing to the ear.

Even at his father's behest, he felt that he would be willing to teach a little language to a boy about his brother's age with a nice voice—although it was an unusual thing to teach a child of his age, Ilfan's curiosity was so small that there were only one or two things in the world that would allow him to open his mouth to get back to his roots.

He nodded slightly, then leaned slightly to the woman in a line with him.

The woman stretched out her beautifully shaped hand, dotted it on his button, and patiently said to the child, "Button"

The child put his hand on the midline of his own clothes, tilted his head and repeated, "Buttons? ”

The woman shook her head and moved her hand down, each round button was caressed by her fingertips, her strength was very small, but the extremely sharp body of Ilfan as a killer could react extremely strongly to even the slightest rubbing, so the rounded fingertips seemed to be directly on his body...... Slowly spinning......

Ilmi's eyes twitched slightly for a moment, but the time was too short, the changes were too small, and no one noticed it except himself......

Meluaim is still a little confused about the two concepts of buttons and the center line of clothes.

Suzu Mei was a little weak, she withdrew her hand from the shirt of Ilmi, and prepared to find a separate button for the bear child to look at another day.

Just as she was about to apologize to Ilmi, she heard the young man say, "I'll come." ”

Sister Ling's inner villain covers her face shyly,

Emma, (ω) that's good!

Ilfan's fingers were long, and the long fingers landed on the first button on the collar, and it didn't seem to be very forceful - the black button was taken off by him.

The white collar was unbuttoned and slightly loosened, half-covering the white and slender neck behind it......

Yier Fan put the button in Ling Mei's hand, and then said seriously: "I won't charge you money for this." ”

Ling Mei felt as if a smile had slipped through his eyes, but when she seriously wanted to look for it, that little smile had long since disappeared......

Before the airship landed around the Sky Arena,

Suzumi continued to teach the lingua franca of Meluaim, and Ilfan kept watching them quietly.

Daylight shone through the clouds and slanted through the windows, and half of the crystal table was dyed warm gold, reflecting a little sparkle......

Ilfan had always been accustomed to judging a person by the standard of a killer, so now, he looked earnestly at the woman's hand resting on the table, with long, soft fingers.

If you are holding a knife, it should also be beautiful.