"Sister Mo, aren't you going to class today?" Tianqing asked cutely.

"I've already studied on my own for today's lesson, and the club has just opened, so I'm reluctant to let our Tianqing do its own work, so I'm here." Lin Momo touched Tianqing's little head and said.

"Well, Sister Mo, it's great, then let's work together and take care of the club for Brother Xiang." The sky is sunny and the fighting spirit is high.

"Hehe, yes." Lin Momo smiled and nodded.

Tianming, who was silent on the side, turned his head away and pursed his lips, his brother is really becoming more and more disillusioned, but what can he do? Do you want to take your little sister to live that kind of poor life again? Actually, the people here are very nice to them.

Now Tianming,It's in the stage of transitioning to puberty.,There's a dilemma between his sister's desire to protect and his own sense of existence.,A vague perception of face and dignity.,He doesn't know how to better express himself.,So he can only vent his emotions with a face full of disdain.。

If Xiang Fang was here, he would definitely say something unimpressed: This is chronic pharyngitis...... Phew, that's a child's mind, it's not a big deal.

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Consciousness in the play space......

Xiang Fang dragged a rogue face, physically and mentally exhausted, and rushed to the watchtower at dusk.

"Whew...... Nima, I'm so tired, it's really a race against time! Xiang Fangchang breathed a sigh of relief.

Only at this moment will Xiang Fang despise the realism of this game, if it is an online game in the computer, similar to this situation, it is basically a black picture, and his character will automatically appear in the watchtower, so why pay the price of metabolism?

"Uncle Rascal, why are you here?" A slightly immature Lori voice came.

When Xiang Fang heard this, he looked left and right, and finally blinked his eyes, feeling that he was stunned, and he didn't find anything around except for the breeze sweeping the leaves.

"Uncle Rogue, I'm up there." The childish voice sounded again.

Xiang Fang reacted at this time, looked up, and saw a little girl wearing a red hat holding a wooden railing with both hands on the watchtower about 20 meters high, poking her head out to look at Xiang Fang.

"Uncle Rascal, why are you here? Do you want to come up and sit? When the little girl saw Xiang Fang seeing her, she asked again.

"Oh, okay, I'll go up here."

The watchtower is made of stone, but the door, the fence and the shed at the top of the shelter are all made of wood, Xiang Fang opened the wooden door of the watchtower, and began to bury his head in the climb, the structure of the watchtower is simple, there is nothing else in it, it is all stone steps, curved up, straight to the top of the watchtower.

The watchtower of more than 20 meters has more than 100 steps, Xiang Fang climbed carelessly, his brain was idle, and he began to greet someone silently.

"Uncle Rascal, why are you climbing so slowly?" The little girl's voice came down the stairs from the top of the tower.

Xiang Fang was silent when he heard this, but he sped up the speed of greeting someone in his heart, at this moment his inner world was really stormy, lightning and thunder, and ten thousand wild horses trampled on the green grassland.

"Uncle rascal, you've finally come up, come and sit. You see, the sun is going down, the horizon is burning like a fire, and the dark forest is becoming a little yellow. Especially that snowfield, do you see it? The snow fields are lit up red, and it's so beautiful, if only you could go there and see it. The little girl looked at it and said, gradually becoming stupid.

"Yes, the snow field is very beautiful, there is a snow-capped mountain over there, there is a cliff on the mountain, the scenery on the cliff is much more spectacular than here, but it will be a little cold, a little desolate, and it will make you feel as if you will lose something at any time." Xiang Fang also looked into the distance with the little girl's gaze, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Uncle rascal, have you been there?" The little girl's eyes were shining, crystal clear.

The corners of Xiang Fang's mouth twitched, what a good artistic conception, he was suddenly knocked to the dust, he smiled bitterly:

"Little Red, ...... Well, uncle, I have a request, and I hope you can grant it. ”

"Well, Uncle Rascal, you say."

"Can you stop calling me uncle a hooligan, just call me uncle, or call me big brother."

"Huh? Uncle Rogues, why are you weird today? I used to call you that, you are happy, and the old people in the village call you little hooligan, and the children in the village call you old rascal, don't you like and enjoy these titles to you? ”

"Oh, oh! Nothing, stream...... Flow? Uncle Rogue is joking with you. ”

Xiang Fang wanted to cry without tears, didn't he just make such a small request, you little broken child didn't agree, just forget it, and moved out of the village of the old people and children as a strong basis, originally didn't make a request, the little girl only brought a "hooligan" in a word, and now the little girl repeatedly mentioned "hooligan" three times in a sentence! How rogue is he?

The most hateful thing is that there is a rhetorical question at the end, I like it a lot? Enjoy? He's enjoying a ball! But what can he do, he is now possessed by the old rascal, and he has to use the identity of the old rascal to complete the task, he can't be too exposed, he can only hypnotize himself to make him feel like a hooligan.

"By the way, Xiaohong, why are you always staring at the snowfield? It's so far away that you can't see it clearly. Xiang Fang changed the subject.

"Well, yes, Uncle Rogue, you haven't answered me yet, have you ever been to the snowfield?" The little girl reacted suddenly.

"I've been there once, what's wrong?"

"Are you still going? Can you take me with you next time? ”

Xiang Fang's eyes lit up, here he came, the main line of the task had arrived.

"Oh? Do you want to go to the snowfield? Why do you want to go there? ”

"I heard Fortimo say that the snowfields are beautiful, and Uncle Rogue, you just said that it is more beautiful than that, didn't you? So I wanted to check it out. The little girl said shyly.

"Huh? Is that all? For no other reason? Xiang Fang asked seriously.

"yes, what else can I do, I just want to see the snowfield." The little girl lowered her head slightly.

"Oh! In this way, then you are really simple. ”

Xiang Fang accepted the little girl's words on the surface, but he was sneering in his heart: Xiao Sample, he still pretends in front of the master, and his bottoms are ...... Phew, she's just a loli, sin. But the taste of the white wolf king is really what, such a small Lori will not let go, beasts, beasts.

"By the way, who are you talking about Fortimo?" Xiang Fang asked casually.

"It's a prophet."

"What? Is the prophet called Fortimo? How I don't know. ”

"Didn't he tell you? I think you have a good relationship. Didn't he tell him his name when you told him his name? And the last time I was drunk, I directly named and scolded you. ”

"What are you scolding me?"

“emm…… When I think about it, he seems to scold: Shi Krang, you old rascal, you even lift the skirt of the king's widow, do you think you won't see it if you don't lift it? Rogue! ”

"Puff ......" Xiang Fang sprayed directly......

Dung beetle? Widow of the King? Flip skirts? Can you see it without lifting? There was so much information that his mind was in a mess and he wanted to be alone and quiet......

But Xiang Fang wanted to be quiet, but someone didn't let him, so he saw the little girl ask seriously:

"Uncle Rogue, do you like to be called by the nickname Old Rascal? Or do you prefer people to call you by your real name? ”

"I just want to ask, is there a third option?"

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