The truth is......

This one licked the cat demon's ears.

For the first time in my life, I was licked by someone's ears.

Do you remember every face you have met in the past, it is inseparable from you in your daily life, life is so broad and close.

"Cub, you're going to die in the future." This person didn't want to tell her the truth.

Hong Xiaohong replied: "Anyway, the world is going to perish."

"What? There you got it! ”

"Hmm......" nonsense is a bit unspeakable, what should I do?

"Your vision is so high," the man said, watching her suddenly get up and get dizzy and shy, and suddenly learn her to doze off, "you have to work hard!" ”

"You report your Demon Realm identity access account." This man opened the fairy net. Very plot-open father-son show.

"Mom." "Zhuge Qinglei."

"Daddy." "Dongfang Zisu."

Hong Xiaohong yawned widely.

"Why don't you sleep first, I'll wait for tomorrow-"

"No, you don't." Hong Xiaohong suddenly became energetic, how embarrassed to stay here for a whole night. A hint of cool air came into the lungs.

After all, Hong Xiaohong is not his biological cub, of course he has repeatedly persuaded and persuaded again, which is also more in line with his character.

"Cub, let me tell you, now people like you will have to rely on themselves in the future, no one will support you."

"Well, research." Hong Xiaohong said half-asleep.

"It's not something you can get to get a certificate like you. I'll send you a letter or not directly. ”

"Oops," Hong Xiaohong sank angrily, "What kind of certificate, you send me one first!" ”

"Huh, drunk?"

"No, I'm so sleepy," Hong Xiaohong said with 10,000 steps back, "I don't know if I'm drunk yet, I haven't drunk yet." ”

"Why do you want to sleep so much? How did you get here? How did you get here? ”

"I don't know."

"Lie down, or sit?"

"Ugh."

"Is it still standing?"

"Uh,, it's not easy for me to come to you."

"—Your road ahead will be difficult."

Hong Xiaohong has a bitter face, I-

"You know that, right? Confucianism can be taught. ”

Midfield, substitutions. He whispered outside the door, "I don't know what to say to her, I don't understand what she says, and there are dialects, uh, no dialects, why don't you change me?" Are you going to change me? Yes? Are you going to change me? After a while, I heard his voice say, "He remembers!"

The man finally slammed the door and came in: "Do you remember what we said?"

"Ah~hmm."

"Can you remember? So can you write it down? ”

"Hmm."

The man picked up the sketch paper, "Can you write it all down for me?" ”

"Hmm~ah." Pick up the pen.

"Well, you're an art hobby."

"I didn't study art, you studied art."

"Ah~ah." Luck is about to fall into writing.

"Forget it, don't write it."

"That is, you can write down our conversation outside the station."

"Hmm~tuh. I can write down the aura. ”

"Don't blow it, you can't write it yet."

"Hmm." Hong Xiaohong smiled happily.

"Don't laugh, you're probably going to forget about us later."

"Oh." That's right, she wrote a paragraph and forgot a paragraph. Even if you don't write, you suddenly forget how to move the ink. So when I was immature, I couldn't learn grammar. It's not that it won't, but it's forgotten.

"You want to write it down."

"Oh ~ uh. No. Never mind. "No, no, no, she really doesn't want to take it, she wants to laugh at what she writes.

"Hmm."

The day passed.