As Anson Hoanson said, he is a messenger of time and space.

That is, as long as this space-time exists, he exists.

So the only question that can be asked of Aaron is age.

"Don't mention it again."

"You're a problematic person."

The hand that knocked on the table was heavier, "I'll throw it away when I'm done?" ”

"What do you say...... Why does that sound so weird? ”

It is also only an emotionless existence like Aaron that can live in harmony with Huo Anson.

If you were someone else, looking at Huo Ansen's wrong emotion, she would have already left with interest.

Only Aaron will not persevere.

Huo Ansen knew that he would not give up without giving him a little sweetness, so he could only put his work aside.

But when he saw Aaron, Rao was preoccupied, and he was also shocked by the appearance of the messenger.

"What are you...... How to ......"

Before he finished speaking, he remembered something again, pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

Aaron didn't know that Huo Anson was laughing, picked up his top hat and threw it aside, "You're still laughing?" ”

Not taking off the top hat is not so intuitive, after taking off the top hat, Huo Ansen really burst out laughing.

I used to put all my heart on Xia Xia, rescued her, and had something happen to her that shouldn't have happened.

Bring it back so embarrassingly that it ...... He completely forgot about the existence of Aaron.

Mainly because, no matter what danger they are in, Aaron is absolutely impossible.

So he forgot that Aaron was not the creator of this plane, and that messengers were also hurt.

Helped him and Xia Xia hold up the bus that was about to burst, which was an ability that ordinary people would never reach.

Even Aaron can be hurt.

He used his body to block the space that was about to burst, and he couldn't even think of the pressure he was under.

So at this time, although Aaron's face was still very handsome, his face was full of dirt, and there were red blood stains everywhere.

Of course, he could be cured on the spot, and coming to him with this badly injured body was naturally reminding him of his merits.

"Thank you very much, Emissary."

"That's pretty much it."

Aaron sat lazily on the sofa, the black tea was brewed quickly, he was too lazy to move his fingers, he opened his mouth, and the black tea automatically leaned over and leaned towards him.

And then he got burned.

If it weren't for the fact that Huo Ansen knew what Aaron was, he would really think that he was a funny artist who was kind enough to help him relieve his depression.

"I knew that I wouldn't have engaged in this kind of temperature perception in order to be close to your life!"

"Then don't drink black tea, this is also something that only exists in our lives."

"Only black tea and top hats can live up to it."

This is Aaron's 'Life' credo.

Huo Ansen glanced at his scalded mouth again, and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm really sorry ......"

"Laugh, laugh, you can laugh enough."

Aaron tapped his finger to his lips, and quickly recovered.

When he stood up again, he was back in the same standard gentleman's attire.

"You're not going to be able to laugh right away, anyway."

Just because Aaron doesn't possess human feelings doesn't mean he can't know.

At least now Huo Ansen doesn't know what will happen tomorrow.

And Aaron knows.

If it was a whim to help him today, he had enough of himself.

I didn't expect that the ability to block the explosion space with my body actually regressed a little, and I didn't get hurt last time.

Aaron muttered inwardly, but someone sank his face and patted his ass and walked away. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The World's Favorite: The National Male God is the Ex-Husband's Paw Book House" for free reading for the first time.