Night.

Lin Huang was sitting next to Nastya with great interest, "When did you learn to make objects?" ”

"I don't know."

During the day in the City Lord's Mansion, Nastya was praised by Lin Huang, and she didn't know why she made a cone and pierced Lin Huang, and now even she regretted it, because Lin Huang had too many questions, and asked every once in a while, and it has continued until now, and the key is that he doesn't repeat the question, and he really doesn't know how to do it.

"How did it work?"

"Just like you."

Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, "Create magic?" ”

Nastya nodded.

It seems that it is not time to understand the principle of making cones, how did she learn to create magic?

"Look." Nastya blinked.

Lin Huang carefully observed Nastya some time ago, and her blink frequency seemed to be neither long nor short for 10 seconds, it can't be asserted that it was because Lin Huang only observed for about half a minute, after all, she would stare blankly at Lin Huang while looking at her, if she kept looking at each other like this, Lin Huang didn't dare to guarantee that nothing strange would appear in her heart and be read.

But now .... Lin Huang asked with some humility: "Look, it means.... Is that the one I had in mind? ”

Nastya nodded.

Finished.

She can read her memory, what is the principle?

"Do all memories include everything that happened to me when I was on Earth?"

"Hmm."

It's embarrassing, so embarrassing that I want to disappear, and there are a little more strange things in my memory.

There's always a feeling of being seen streaking.,If you don't believe it, imagine a pretty girl who acts rationally and can ignore your thoughts and memories without barriers.。

Lin Huang said lonely: "You go and play with Qianxu, I want to be quiet." ”

Qianxu, who was making the bed, stopped his movements and asked coldly, "Who is Jingjing?" ”

If you also play, can't you care for the lonely widow and the old man a little?

Lin Huang raised his head, "Why are you still making your bed when you're going to sleep?" ”

"Because there's nothing to do."

..... It's extremely boring indeed.

The next thing is to wait for the news, who is Thomas the train going to hit him, and how does he know when he enters the city?

Forget it, there is no need for a dead man who has already been condemned to delve into it.

Midnight.

Seeing that Lin Huang seemed to be asleep, Qianxu got up from the bed, picked up Nastya, who was sitting in a daze on the side, and walked out.

At the door of the room, Qian Xu thought for a while, "Nastya, can you really see Lin Huang's memory?" ”

Nastya nodded silently.

"Alas... I want to ask you something about him. ”

"What?"

"That's it," Qianxu looked into the room, then turned around, "Did Lin Huang ever have a lover?" ”

What is a lover? Nastya hadn't heard of this word, and then looked for it in Lin Huang's memory, opened her eyes and said, "No." ”

"Is he really from another world?"

"Yes."

"Okay." After saying that, a princess picked up Nastya, walked back to the room, put her on her bed, and covered her with a quilt.

A few seconds later, Chio also slept on the other side of the bed, and Nastya tilted her head, confused by the current situation.

Chio leaned into her ear, "Go to sleep." ”

I always feel that Nastya sits alone every night, which is very distressing.

The next day, Lin Huang got up from the bed in a sudden resurrection way, and subconsciously looked at Qianxu's bed while saying, "Nastya finally didn't stare at me today."

"Uh... All right. Nastya was lying next to the sleeping Chio, looking at him.

Lin Huang walked around, squatted next to Qianxu and looked at her carefully, and said in a low voice: "Nastya, I finally know how fun it is to stare at other people's sleeping appearances. ”

But shouldn't this be a very eye-catching soju limited to Chio and them? Nastya stared at herself with a few meanings....

Lin Huang got the most evaluation about his appearance, and he was "a little handsome, with a good voice, but his expression was stiff, and his tone of voice was like a dead man under normal circumstances."

And Lin Huang is heterosexual, and subconsciously feels that staring at a man's sleeping appearance is a disgusting thing.

Lin Huang had been digressing in his heart, and at some point, Qianxu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

"What are you doing!?" Qianxu's cheeks flushed, and she pulled the quilt up to cover her face.

"Uh... That is true. Lin Huangmian did not change his color and pulled the calf and said: "Just now I did a few squats after I got up from the bed, but my eyes turned black and rushed to the side of your bed, and you just woke up." ”

"Really?" Voices came from inside the quilt.

"Really."

In other words, this is the so-called "contrast cute".

"But it's so idle...."Lin Huang stood up, "I should have left a living mouth to torture." ”

After a few seconds, Qianxu adjusted his mood and sat up like no one else: "You still have this hobby?" ”

Lin Huang was surprised by Qianxu's speed of light adjustment for less than a second, "It's better to say that the action part after the torture is my hobby, rather than thinking about tossing a half-dead person, I want to keep sneaking up on enemies who don't notice me when they are in a group." ”

"Okay."

Well... Maybe a day of panic is about to begin.