As Su Mo placed a few side dishes on the table.

Natsumi tried to keep her face straight, but she couldn't persevere.

The iceberg that has melted will obviously not be able to return to its former state.

Not only that, but the words that he had conceived in his heart before, which could not only show the majesty of the Dragon King, but also allow Su Mo to comprehend his own meaning, were completely missing at this moment.

There is no sense of accountability, and the disguised expression can't hold up.

After realizing this, Natsumi rubbed her face, switched to a lively and fierce posture, and then slapped the table.

"Bang!"

Her eyes were fixed on Su Mo, trying to show a fierce look.

However, because of his overly cute face, it looks like a milk tiger with teeth and claws, and it has no deterrent effect.

"You should know what I'm going to say!"

Xia Mi stood up, supported the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward, and looked at Su Mo condescendingly.

It seemed that she was trying to shape her oppressive power, so she specially waited for Su Mo to sit down before standing up.

It is said that this technique is occasionally used by the police when interrogating prisoners.

- "You should know what you have done, right?" ”

At this time, the prisoner with poor psychological quality will tell all the bad things he has done, and finally confess and sit in a lenient prison.

Su Mo's psychological quality will naturally not be so bad.

"What are you talking about?"

He looked at Natsumi blankly, like a passerby who had been innocently interrogated.

Seeing his attitude of resistance, Xia Mi wrinkled her nose, naturally dissatisfied.

She slapped the table again and glared at Su Mo viciously.

"Don't play dumb! I'm talking about what I just said! ”

At this point, she paused, but added.

"Did you hear something you shouldn't have heard in the Nibelungen just now?"

To be honest, Natsumi doesn't really want to take the initiative to bring up this topic, and if she cares too much, it will seem as if that nonsense is true.

- It's true, but that's where the most troublesome part comes in.

Can you tell the truth everywhere?!

If he didn't take the initiative to bring up this topic, what would Su Mo do next time he tricked Fenrir into digging up more details?

So this possibility must be cut off today.

Even at the risk of being asked by Su Mo, "Were you really a crybaby before", she had to cut off the sprout of her black history exposure today.

Of course, if Su Mo really dared to ask this, she wouldn't mind letting this guy taste Fenrir's treatment.

Thou shalt not be dishonored, king!

Thinking about these in his heart, after making up his mind, Xia Mi's momentum also recovered slightly, and his gaze at Su Mo finally had a real sense of oppression.

However, it is under this sense of oppression.

Su Mo looked at her with a natural face and an innocent face.

"Nibelungen, what Nibelungen, why don't I remember this?"

“……”

Ha?

After receiving this answer, Xia Mi's mouth opened slightly, her expression was a little dazed, and the sense of oppression that had just been condensed completely dissipated.

She didn't react at first, thinking that it was possible that she had been deceived, it was not Su Mo who was in the Nibelungen before, but some dragon disguised as Su Mo?

But soon, she realized that this was absolutely impossible, Su Mo had her mark on her body, that was the only mark, just with this spiritual imprint, she would not recognize Su Mo if she mistook her brother.

Besides, if it wasn't him at the time, or if he had amnesia, how would he remember to buy groceries according to his own arrangement, and how could he enter the door with his own key?

In other words, Su Mo is lying now.

As for the reason why he told such an easy lie to his face-

"Are you mistaken, I didn't go to the Nibelungen today, I couldn't have heard any strange words, and I wouldn't have spread anything that didn't exist, those were all fake."

Su Mo blinked, picked up the rice spoon and Xia Mi's bowl, and asked.

"How much do you want to cook?"

"Fill up."

Natsumi nodded habitually - she was a little tired of beating Fenrir, and she had to replenish her energy.

Then, I finally understood what Su Mo meant.

He wanted to say that he didn't go to Fenrir at all, and that things in the Nibelungen naturally didn't happen, so he naturally didn't know anything, and he wouldn't ask or say anything.

What could be more intimate?

None of them!

The thing he was most worried about didn't appear at all, let alone asking if he really loved to cry, and he didn't even admit the existence of this thing on Su Mo's side.

The reply with high emotional intelligence is reassuring.

Natsumi blinked and sat back at the table satisfied.

At this time, Su Mo handed over a bowl of rice that had been filled.

Xia Mi reached out to pick it up, but found that Su Mo did not let go.

"Huh?"

She looked at Su Mo suspiciously, what is this for?

Then I saw that Su Mo had a serious look on his face.

"Nothing happened this morning, did it?"

Su Mo confirmed.

"Well, that's right."

Natsumi nodded in agreement.

As long as many things are vague in the past, it is still easy to pass!

As long as it didn't happen, she didn't have anything to lose, and Su Mo didn't have anything to lose, at most Fenrieu was beaten - but he deserved it!

"So, other trivial things haven't happened, have they?"

Su Mo also asked vaguely.

“？”

Xia Mi tilted her head, looking a little puzzled.

What are you talking about?

How do you think this guy doesn't want to mention anything, so similar to himself just now?

Thinking of this, Xia Mi quickly reacted to what Su Mo cared about.

Just like Natsumi herself doesn't want to mention black history.

Su Mo also hoped that what he had said before would be written off.

- When his wings are stiff, he wants to fight back against Xia Mi, and he is ashamed to say that he will do something lightly, which completely shows what it means to have a backbone in the back of his head, and if Xia Mi tosses him because of this, he really doesn't make sense.

After thinking about this, Xia Mi understood why Su Mo behaved so intimately and directly treated the morning's events as if they didn't exist.

I don't want to expose those black histories.

He didn't want to let himself care about his words and deeds.

The two have common needs.

"Hmph~"

After understanding Su Mo's careful thoughts, Xia Mi snorted lightly, and her chin was slightly raised, like a proud cat.

"For the sake of you still knowing how to cook in advance, I won't worry about you this time, but I won't take it as an example!"

The girl waved her little hand, quite the style of a king who amnesties the world.

"The king is domineering!"

Su Mo gave a sincere compliment, and finally let go and handed over the dishes and chopsticks.