"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" When the little noodle melon came back after strolling, she saw the uncle holding her heart and looking in pain, her voice trembled, and she asked nervously.

Jun Moyan said that it was okay, and grasped her little hand.

Just for a moment.

The suffocating sensation of pain was gone.

He waved his hand, except that his face was a little paler, and he couldn't see the slightest strangeness in Fang Cai.

"Let's go."

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? It scared me to death, I thought you were going to die. Gui Yuxi said fearfully.

"No, I'm not that easy to die." How many times have you been on the battlefield, how many times have you been to the ghost gate, how can you die so easily.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the bracelet.

What's the secret?

Two hearts squeezed together.

Whose heart is it?

*

On the way home, Jun Moyan's face was much more ruddy, and the little noodle melon sighed with relief.

"Little noodle melon, you're worried about me too, huh?" The process from anxious and worried to reassured was all seen by Jun Moyan.

Gui Yuxi's face turned red: "Uncle, I don't have it, I'm just worried about how I will go back if something really happens to you." ”

"Duplicity." Jun Moyan lightly spit out four words.

"Uncle, is it like spring here? It feels so warm. Gui Yuxi sniffed the air.

"No, there are four seasons here, and they change every month." Jun Moyan said patiently.

Gui Yuxi was stunned: "Huh? A season in a month? ”

"Yes."

"So this month is spring, the next month is summer, and the next month is autumn, and then winter? And then again? Gui Yuxi asked incredulously.

"That's right."

"It's amazing."

Jun Moyan also felt amazing.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

The plaques on the street are very elegant, and the shops selling clothes are all worn by men.

"Uncle, in fact, everything else is secondary, what I am most curious about is ......" Gui Yuxi felt a little ashamed to talk about it on the street, but she couldn't resist Xiao Miangua's strong curiosity.

She saw that the people around her were busy with their own business, so she leaned over and waved her hand: "Uncle, you lower your head, you are too tall, I can't reach you." ”

Jun Moyan took a step forward, leaned over, and touched the tip of his nose on the cheek of the little noodle melon.

The tip of the uncle's nose was very cold, and the excited little melon fell back.

She shook her arms to balance her feet.

The uncle over there had already taken a step ahead of her to pick up her waist, the little melon swayed, and the little foot accidentally stepped on Jun Moyan's satin boots.

"Uncle, ah, I hurt you." The little noodle melon struggled to go down.

Jun Moyan held her: "You only have a few catties of meat, it doesn't hurt." ”

"Uncle, well, it's ...... daylight"

"Everybody is very intimate."

The small melon looked around.

The Flowing Fire Country is really a wayward country.

The two men can walk and take a sip, or they can hug each other.

"Uncle, they are them, we are us, not used to it." The little noodle melon whispered.

"What did you want to ask me?" Jun Moyan changed the subject.

The little noodle melon was successfully taken away by Jun Moyan.

She habitually hung Jun Moyan's neck with her arms, and her soft lips rubbed against his ear: "Uncle, I want to know how the man here should give birth?" ”

It's so weird.

She really wanted to see it for herself...... Cough...... Witness.