When Zhuang Siyao woke up, it was evening, the moonlight was hazy, there was no one around, she was barefoot, standing by the window with a light and weak body, her thoughts drifted away, but she couldn't recall anything.

The antique bedroom has an indescribable charm, and the bronze mirror on the table illusory shows a delicate face: no powder, the face is condensed with goose fat, the lips are like cherry blossoms, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the spirit is like autumn water, the indescribable softness and delicacy, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of moving heart without eating fireworks......

Liu frowned slightly, Zhuang Siyao had a large blank in his heart, and the fear of the unknown accounted for most of it: I, who is it?

――You are Zhuang Siyao――

This voice was extremely immature, and Zhuang Siyao couldn't help but wonder, "Who is talking?" ”

- Me! ――

A small white group jumped on the table, this thing looks like a fox and a rabbit and a dog, Zhuang Siyao didn't believe that a pet could talk, and thought to himself that it was strange for the old lady to believe you.

――If you don't believe it, there's no way, we can really communicate spiritually――

Zhuang Siyao turned his head suddenly, looked at it in surprise, and tried to communicate with his heart: What is your name?

-- I am the greatest Samoyed in the world, I am the prophet of dogs, the messenger of the development of history and civilization, the powerful encyclopedia of mankind, and the ...... --

Zhuang Siyao couldn't listen to its nonsense slap and slapped its head high: to the point.

For the first time, the dog prophet took advantage of Zhuang Siyao's lack of knowing anything, glared at her boldly, swept the table with his tail, and squatted proudly:

-- My name is Andrei Ivanovich Joy Alexander Bikki Kalisler Duff Elliott Fox Thompson Wallace Preston -

Miss Zhuang's black line, and another slap unceremoniously patted it: Report the trumpet!

The great encyclopedia of mankind, under the obscenity of mankind, weakly whining, cowardly bowing:

――A lot of money――

Zhuang Siyao was about to ask what place this was, when the sound of lifting the curtain sounded, and a cold-faced man came in front of him, "You're awake." ”

"Who are you?"

"Xuanyuan Linghan."

Zhuang Siyao quietly swept him, Xuanyuan Linghan stood still, silently let her sweep, for a while the two of them were silent, the room was quiet, and a few voices floated in from time to time outside the window, which only added to the boredom in the summer.

Xuanyuan Linghan is a quiet person, Zhuang Siyao doesn't ask, he doesn't say.

For him, the current qiē is all earned by him, although the means are despicable, but he does not regret it, maybe he is too lonely and needs someone to accompany him, and Zhuang Siyao happens to be the right person, he is very grateful that God can give him such a chance.

Ling Ze knew the inside story, and he was very anxious to follow the master, stabbed his brother, and gave him a small look: Brother, what's the matter?

Ling Jiang frowned and stepped forward: "Lord, it's time to eat." ”

Xuanyuan Linghan nodded, and when he saw Zhuang Siyao barefoot, he picked her up and put her on the bed, just two words, "Wear shoes." ”

Zhuang Siyao blinked and put her shoes on.

Although this person has a cold face, he is delicate and very caring, Zhuang Siyao's mind is flowing, guessing his relationship with him.

The food cloth was full of color and fragrance, Xuanyuan Ling Han sat in the main seat, Zhuang Siyao sat on his left hand side, and when he looked at the flowers and greens on the table, he pounced in an instant, and half of it was cruelly intercepted by Ling Ze!

It's useless to struggle a lot.

The saddest thing for a prophet was to be too young.

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