Chapter 97

One big and one small, sitting opposite each other in the cold moonlight, is so harmonious.

"No

Ziqianmo has almost come over, no cough, breathing is also completely smooth, in the final analysis, she is not a real body, "I am not good, without your permission, while you sleep, jump to your palm.". Don't blame yourself. It's none of your business

It's hard to say a long sentence.

This is not easy for Ozawa, who has some social problems.

But Mo Yan's psychological problems are imminent! We must pay attention to it!

The person she chose can't be haunted by this childhood nightmare for a long time. The best way to get rid of the root cause is to find out the demon man who forced him to kill small animals in reality, and then kill him! Cut off cause and effect!

These words, she is not good to say directly with Mo Yan.

That's his scale.

It's a festering, purulent old wound deep in my heart. It looks good on the surface, but once touched, it's painful. The only way to save is to cut the old scab and squeeze out the pus blood! Scrape off the rotten meat and let the wound grow again.

"Don't say that."

Mo Yan sighed a long time. He felt guilty that he was about to blow himself up. He couldn't breathe well. He pulled his collar with one hand at random. His action was not rude and his hormone burst.

"I have a problem. I can't control myself. I'm fully responsible for this. " He's a responsible man who takes responsibility before she tries to speak again.

Ziqianmo's two little paws were together, and he looked at him with his head raised.

What else can I say when you're all like this.

In the future, she doesn't expect him to follow suit. Welfare is like a duck flying away.

"Mo Yan, my name." Now, for the first time, he officially introduced himself.

"Well." She knows.

You are not Mo Yan, the demon will not find you.

Oh, by the way, the phoenix elder once taught her that in the human world, when one party takes the initiative to introduce his name, the other party should also politely tell the other party's name, which is a kind of interpersonal friendly communication mode.

After struggling, he stammered: "my name is... My name is..."

"No name?"

In Mo Yan's eyes, a touch of rare softness flashed.

Ziqianmo: no love in life

It's a shame.

Baituanzi turned away from him.

A gust of night wind blowing, the fluff on her body, have been blown, flapping on the body.

Mo Yan's eyes are more and more soft: "well, I'll give you a name."

Baituanzi turned around and looked at him.

The glass beads like light eyes, as if to say, you can play what kind of children.

"Maomao."

“……”(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

I tell you, seriously, the demon now especially regret to choose you, more real than Pearl!

My heart is like a dog, and my face is as cold as ice.

"Don't you like it?"

Mo Yan saw that she wanted to blow up her hair, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Ziqianmo gave a man a century's gift, as if to say, nonsense!

Mo Yan didn't mind. On Qingjun's pretty face, he passed a look of melancholy and said, "when I was a child, I had a civet cat. It was very lonely at that time, only it was around. It's also called Maomao

Ziqianmo immediately converged his displeasure.

Civet cat

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