Chapter 45： An appointment

After a question and answer, he fell into silence without words. He Ruge swindled the little monster, but he was somewhat guilty. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why he had no physical pain when he had physical contact. Why didn’t he touch his body before, so he wouldn’t hurt before...

He Ruo Ge self-reflected a bit, thinking that the former himself was simply blinded by lard, and came up with such a loophole in the cat excuse.

However, cats and cats die, and ghosts are also romantic.

If you don't do this, will he want to hold the big cat in the monkey year?

It’s just that this position is a bit tiring. He’s like a song that doesn’t dare to press the weight of the whole body on the little monster, so he bends over and hugs the little monster, and the upper body falls into the soft and thick hair, watching the scenery infinite, but the waist is bitter. support.

The tip of the nose is very close to the root of the wing. When the breath of the song exhales, it is sprayed to the root of the wing. The little monster tickles to shake the wings, but he is afraid of disturbing the young man on his back.

The man is light and fluffy, and the little monster can hardly feel the weight of the other party. This makes the little monster have an unreal illusion. After the pain, he can't tell the truth and the false. This evening, he was not alone in the corner and endured the pain alone. When he reached the extreme, he wandered.

It’s all like a dream, maybe he’s moving a little, and the other person will become a butterfly and fly away.

It was originally accompanied by someone, and the night was not so difficult.

Just when the little monster was in a good mood, he suddenly found that the person on his back was ready to get up. The light weight was light and the feathers were warm, and the warm temperature of the back was also drifting away.

Is he going to leave?

The idea of ​​a small monster emerged, like a small stone hitting the water, and it would be awkward to calm down.

The tiger tail subconsciously hooked the foot of He Ru Ge. Under the strange eyes of the other side, the little monster forced to calm down: "Without physical contact, it will hurt."

He sang like a song, he just bent over for too long, want to change his position, the little monster is this... misunderstanding?

So afraid of him leaving? Is it purely afraid of pain, or is there a little bit of reluctance to him? He Ruebei looked down at the tiger tail that was entangled in his own, and the lips were unconsciously tilted up. Perhaps he should give the little monster a small name called a small sticky cake.

No, it is a big sticky cake.

He Ru song squats down, wants to catch the tiger tail, the thick tiger tail is full of power, the black and white stripes are staggered, why the song can not hold a hand, he has to hold from the tip of the tail, the finest tail tip is pure Black, the fingers of the song are so white.

The texture of the hair on the tail is also very good. Each hair is like a fish in the deep sea fish oil. There is no slight fork from the root to the tip. The white hair is crystal clear like fine snow, and the black hair is like a brush with ink.

He Ru Ge couldn't help but hold the tip of the tail with one hand, and put the palm of the other hand on the black "brush". Under the pure gaze of the little monster, how can the song be crowned: "I wrote it before. Name, 淼淼 Remember how to write the word '淼'?” A teacher who looked at the job.

The little monster licked his head and said, "Yes."

He Ruge was a little surprised. Maybe the little monster stuck in his impressions was a stupid and fierce label. Suddenly such a small genius made him not used to it.

Lan Lan focused on the palm of his hand, and his tail was slowly and firmly written in the palm of He Ruge's palm.

Hey.

The little monster has never seen such a text, it is not in any language he knows, and the pronunciation is strange.

For the little monsters in the mind that are only killing and dark, counting is a very difficult thing. But everything about He Ruge, he wants to do his best to remember, as if to remember a little more, why is the song more important in his mind, in this case, even if he really lost control, lost his reason, nor Will hurt this person again.

He doesn't want to hurt what is like a song.

It’s not because He Ruge is a person who likes to sing, but not because He Ruge’s blood is delicious, or because he’s singing a song that is very good.

Just because, why is the song like He Song, nothing more.

When he stroked the tail and wrote the word "淼", he saw that the black scorpion of He Ruge was lit up by surprise, and it was like a star in the sky.

"Hey, it’s too smart." He heard He Rue song praise him so gently and sincerely.

No one ever boasted of him.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have any advantages, and he doesn't even think he has any characteristics. In fact, from the very beginning, he was the existence of Xizhi’s awakening in despair.

He is the product of the metamorphosis in this body. He is part of the separation of the soul of the "Xi Gui". He is a complete monster.

In the endless darkness, he was blamed as a weapon to break open the light, but he came from the darkness, and how can he help the blame to find the light. A black hole will absorb all the light, and he will destroy all the brilliance of the life.

The best result for Xi Guizhen is that he transfers memory and strength. The soul fragments that have been accidentally separated are stained on the original gap, and the seams are supplemented, which may make the "Xigui" complete.

...but he is not willing.

He is a self-serving, cold-blooded, ruthless villain who never considers others, even if that person is himself in a sense.

Therefore, he has been hiding in the corner of his place, saving his strength, hoping that one day he can clear the memory of the blame, so that he can occupy this body.

He Ru Ge concentrated on playing the tail and did not find the silence of the little monster. The coveted play tail was realized tonight. Happiness is one after another, so that He Ruge is a little fluttering. He is against the tail and smashing his hair, and the original smooth tail hair is quickly blown up by He Ruge.

It’s just that He Ruo feels a bit strange. At first, one hand can hold two-thirds of the tail, and it grows quietly under his eyes.

The tiger's claws in the field of vision seem to be followed by a big circle. He Ruoqi slowly raises his head and sees the little monster in front of him as if he is squeezing the ball and slowly getting bigger. When he stood up, he was small in his waist position. The monster, I don’t know when it will grow to his chest, watching the trend and rushing to a higher level, the body length is to approach the three-meter mark.

Yes, genetic agents can accelerate growth.

However, seeing the big monster getting bigger, the impact on He Ruoge is a bit big. Because of the relationship between natural enemies, He Ruge is trying hard to overcome the physical fear of the big cat every day, and finally adapts to the body shape of the little monster. Even if there is no buffer time, you have to face a bigger white tiger!

Too big, too big.

He has some legs soft.

He Rue song unconsciously holding the tiger's tail with both hands, just like the patient who is afraid of height standing at the cable bridge and holding the chain, the two legs faintly shaking, perhaps it is too much energy to sing the experimental body in the ice plan today. When the pattern shows the police again, there is no power to let He Ruge stand even.

At this time, the little monster will also close his head, and the blue dragon looks strangely at the twitching legs. "Are you tired?"

The brain is blank. He seems to see his face without blood in his blue eyes. The face gradually turns into a fish that is pressed on the chopping board. "Yes, there is a little."

The thick tiger-like whip tail entangled the waist of He Ruge, and the tiger tail burst out of amazing power in a moment. It was easy to lift the radish like a radish, and the foot was only less than half a meter away from the ground. The heart of the song is so nervous that it is about to explode.

When He Ruo panic and his feet are snarling, the little monster will put the song on his back. "Catch my wings, don't slide down."

He Ruge sat softly on the back of the tiger. Both hands were so nervous that they did not know the strength at all. They only used **** to hold the thin insect wings.

Originally a paper-like fragile insect wing, I do not know when it became the thickness of the steel plate, maybe knocking out can also knock out the crisp sound.

"He Ruge," the hoarse juvenile sound is in the ear of He Ruge. "Do you like the stars?"

Perhaps from the "Little Star", the little monster got the guess of how the song likes the starry sky.

In a state of high mental stress, He Ru song does not know what he is saying: "Return, okay."

"Then you sit on my back, I will take you to the stars." The little monster said, "I will be happy if I do this?"

He Rue finally got slow from the dizzy vertigo. He spent three seconds reminiscing about what the little monster said, and the state of the little monsters appeared in his mind.

Ride the biggest cat and watch the most beautiful stars.

He showed a happy smile like every parent who heard his children say they would be filial to their parents when they grow up: "Yes! Of course!"

The blue dragonfly, which has been surging with the violent flame, is not very skillful to cover the yearning for the eyes. The little monster whispers softly: "That's good."

I can make you happy, it’s good.

The author has something to say: No cats, no author of the tiger, every day is racking his brains to imagine the cat's picture (I am so miserable)

Poorly reaching out to ask for nutrient solution, today the little angels water the nutrient solution, and tomorrow will be able to harvest more cute big cats~2k