"Can you even stop?" Ning Sheng's tone was helpless, and after repeating it a few times, Ning Sheng stopped repeating it, this is a very stupid behavior.

"In an infinite loop, in an infinite loop."

~Click.

Time passed minute by minute, and after Ning Sheng changed her posture again, she began to wait again, not because she wanted to hear its voice, but because she couldn't shut it down at all.

"Ahem, dear lucky winner, you've hit the jackpot. Get the Immortal Cultivation World Pager and blow up the paste randomly. ”

…… It sounds good, but if the voice is not so immature, it is probably more convincing.

"Are you calling it a paste machine or a pager?" Ning Sheng, who couldn't tell the difference, asked.

"Ahem, the batter."

"Okay, the batter. What is your role? Where is it? Ning Sheng asked calmly.

"Isn't it on your knees? Previously you thought. The sound of the paste-making machine sounded.

"Not really."

"Actually. I'm on the nail cover of your index finger. ”

Ning Sheng stretched out his hand, looked at the palms and backs of his hands, and finally looked at his fingernails. Half a ring, he said, "Where's the paste-bomber?" ”

Also, isn't it in an infinite loop?

"Left hand."

He stared at it carefully, "I don't see any difference." ”

"It's definitely not going to let anyone else see the difference with nails. Otherwise, it is worth calling a fried paste machine! Baba said arrogantly.

"Okay." After studying it again, Ning Sheng finally gave up, and he was powerless, "I'm really not used to it." "Anyway, it's still useful, for example, talking to her.

Living quietly like this is really unaccustomed to her.

After sitting silently for a while, Ning Sheng gave up sulking with herself, she didn't know, she just wasn't very comfortable.

"Where can I eat, the fryer, you know?" Touching the delicate little pocket hanging on the emerald green skirt, Ning Sheng asked.

When the frying machine was in an infinite loop, Ning Sheng had already figured out the role of this delicate little pocket, he had never eaten pork, and he had never seen a pig run. She has read a few novels in the world of cultivating immortals, but she doesn't know if this world is so cruel, she is really a little ...... I can't say it, it can be said to be anticipation, or it can be said to be some fear of facing the unknown.

People always maintain a strange fear of the unknown.

"Ahem, for this little thing, it's hard to beat this pasteer. It's just that you're really going to wear your crumpled green clothes. ”

Ning Sheng actually felt that this guy called the paste machine made her feel a little warm, probably because she was in another world.

"Are you sure you can't see me changing my clothes?" Ning Sheng said, with a look on her face that she didn't even know.

"Invisible."

Hearing the crisp answer of the paste-bomber, Ning Sheng decided not to ask anymore and let it go.

To solve one of the three most important things in life, the problem of food and clothing is the truth.

Quickly changed into another dress of a similar color to the one on her body, standing in front of the dressing mirror, Ning Sheng felt that someone was tidying her up, this color of clothes was really suitable for her?

Combined with the attitude of the other people she met towards her, a big question mark hung over her head.

"I think too." The sound of the paste-frying machine sounded quickly.

"You really can't see?" Ning Sheng carefully studied her left fingernail again, and a faint light flashed, "I can't see, it's just a vague feeling, I can only feel you." Ning Sheng actually felt that there was a little depression in the tone of the paste-bombing machine.

"Eh", Ning Sheng really didn't know how to comfort the paste-bomber, and she was a lot more relieved on this issue.