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The little watermelon sat quietly on the wool felt of the makeshift tent. Why did I see at a glance that this kid was called Little Watermelon?

Because he's round like a watermelon. Especially his hairstyle,

"You're back." The little watermelon calmly patted the fur under the seat, not as Meng Lang as the little strawberry, and not as rigid as Ah Rong, I deeply suspected that this was a black belly.

The Boss was clearly familiar with the way of this pretending mature child. The tone is quite familiar.

I stared at him curiously, and felt the urge to rush up and skin him to see what was under his mask. A zombie, a mutated zombie, a living person, a living person. One man, another!

Little watermelon, you are an existence that breaks through the laws of the world!

"Okay, your mission is done, you can go." His casual attitude made me a little unhappy and surprised.

Who is he? What is there about him that the boss is worthy of doing this?

I really don't understand, and I can't see it clearly.

The little watermelon completely inherited the advantages of its parents. Like Little Strawberry's indecision and overflowing love, he can't touch the edge at all.

The boss looked at the little watermelon and nodded with the same dead face.

Who thought of letting the boss come with a small watermelon! What a match! But if the boss is with Little Watermelon, what does she call Little Strawberry? ...... Father-in-law? Second father-in-law......?

"Come here." The little watermelon beckoned to me.

I squinted and ignored it.

"Come here." The little watermelon's eyes flashed, this and this, why is it still a little pot friend.

"Go ahead." The boss pushed me, with a rare gentle taste.

I pouted and walked over. Even the boss is like this, really.

But when I got closer, I stopped talking.

Because of the feet of the little watermelon.

Little Watermelon has such a good-looking face, such a small face that inherits all the advantages of Little Strawberry and Ah Rong. But God did not give him the same healthy body.

I squatted down by the devil, almost as tall as him. I don't know how to get along with such a little pot friend, I'm afraid that my casual actions will hurt him.

"Thank you, it's up to you. Come on. "The little watermelon seems to be a different person, and the little palm is on top of my head.

I have a thought in my heart, is he the spirit of words?

So there is an explanation for all this.

In the desert, the remnant sun is like blood.

"Him?"

"He was born just a month ago, and he almost came out of the laboratory when you left the dungeon." The Boss looked at the clouds in the distance.

If I'm not mistaken, we all came out there. A batch that was supposed to be destroyed according to the original plan. Come to think of it this way, the boss and I had an experiment back then.

The boss paused and continued, "Although he failed, Little Strawberry liked him too. ”

“so ?”

"The first thing he said was to come to you."

"Aren't you, don't you have an escort mission?" I scratched at my hair. It's a little oily.

The boss looked at my oily hair in disgust, took out a bottle of spray, and rubbed it on my already unlush hair at random. (To be continued.) )