The tyrant's petite group is squeamish again

Chapter 8 8 The faint milky fragrance smells very good

Si Yumin seemed impatient to be disturbed, so he stopped practicing sword, threw the sword to Queen Feng Wu, sat down with an indifferent face, pulled up his robe, and poured tea for himself.

Bai Mo was not annoyed by the young man's indifference.

A teenager with a rough life experience is always not easy to get close to others, but if she is acquainted with her once, she should take the initiative.

Bai Mo smiled: "Big Brother, I had cramps last night and you helped me, I haven't thanked you yet."

The young man ignored her and continued drinking tea by himself.

Bai Mo's mind raced to find a topic, "Just now I saw big brother dancing a sword, and I thought of a song. I'll sing it to you as a thank you gift for giving me a massage!"

The boy finally raised his eyes to look at her, there seemed to be a trace of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was curious about what she would sing.

Bai Mo cleared his throat, and then sang: "Sparkling Tiger Dragon Sword Flying, so that we can't go against each other..."

"Bang..." Feng Wu, who was hiding in a tree beside him, fell directly from the tree.

The boy's expression also showed a faint tendency to crack.

Who would have thought that the magnetic male voice that popped out from the mouth of a girl who looked only ten years old!

And because of her weakness, she couldn't breathe enough, so she sang one line to take a breath, and then sang another line to take a breath, repeating the cycle...

Feng Wu was so beaten that he was unable to get up, so he could only lie on the ground and look up at Bai Mo, with a face that was about to cry, he covered his heart and said, "Miss Six!"

Stop singing!Give me back my soft and cute doll voice!

Bai Mo ignored Feng Wu, she sang this song on purpose, she wanted to leave an indelible impression on Si Yumin, "...Wanli jumped into the air, with the three-foot sword in the box on her back, to show injustice for the sky people!"

After Bai Mo finished singing, he looked at the boy, "Big brother, does it sound good? Isn't it very exciting?"

The young man remained expressionless, and sang the breath-taking way of singing as she did, and even the hottest blood was sung cold.

He said coldly, "Do you know ventriloquism?"

Bai Mo tilted his head.

In her previous life, she was bored, so her grandmother searched everywhere for new things for her, including ventriloquist performances. She heard it was fun, so she finally started learning from ventriloquist artists.

She is very talented in voice, and she can learn it as soon as she learns it. In the end, the ventriloquist said that she is a rich lady and doesn't need to go out to make a living, otherwise he will starve to death.

"Well, I think it's fun, I read books about ventriloquism and figured it out." She replied with a smile.

Si Yumin turned the teacup in his hand, and a playfulness flashed in his eyes, "What other voices do you have?"

A cunning flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, and he hooked his fingers at Si Yumin like a little fox, "Big brother wants to know, come up! I'll tell you quietly."

Si Yumin narrowed his eyes slightly, the girl showed her fox tail directly.

He pondered for a moment, and finally landed beside Bai Mo lightly.

There was a huge disparity in height between the two, Si Yumin was still a head taller than Bai Mo after sitting down.

"Say." The boy's voice sounded above Bai Mo's head.

Bai Mo supported the young man's shoulders with his small hand and stood up, giving himself a height advantage, then bent down to put his ear next to the young man's ear, and said softly with a sly smile: "When the big brother treats me as a friend, I will tell the big brother." .”

The breeze blows, and the pink and white petals are fluttering.

The young man looked sideways at the little hand on his shoulder, which was sickly white.

When the little girl spoke, she exhaled a faint milky fragrance, which smelled very good, and the light pink cherry blossom tassels on the double-ringed bun gently brushed against his neck, making it crispy and itchy.

His cold heart seemed to be slightly touched.

(End of this chapter)