Future of Interstellar: I Gave Birth to Cubs for Dinosaurs

Today is a bit weird.

The first strange thing is that he, a very pure-hearted and decent man, Mister Sikong Miaoer, wakes up and touches the damp **** without having a thrilling spring dream.

The second weird thing is that the little ancestor doesn't love him anymore! Ah ah ah ah ah! The sky is falling apart! Usually the little ancestor dog behaves very well-behaved, even if the little one always trembles like a Perkinson dog, but in the end he will not refuse his hug! But today! just now! The little ancestor broke free from his arms and jumped to the ground. He wants to hold the little ancestor again, and the little ancestor has blown up his hair!

emmmm...Although the fluffy ball after frying the little ancestor's hair is very cute, yes, but...

"Why! Little ancestor won't let me hug you!" Sikong Miao'er put his hands in the hair in particular playfully, with a face collapsed.

"It's okay. I'll let you hold it." King West coaxed his female very calmly.

"No! Go away!" Sikong Miao'er ran away from her neurosis, and then moved to the little ancestor's side, and said a long list of good things for no money.

About this matter, the robot butler came in with two boxes. "Your Majesty, your express."

"Great, Sagong Miao'er come and have a look." King West caught Sagong Miao'er who was unwilling to be taken away and unpacked the courier together. Although Sikong Miaoer was impatient with King West, he still had a love for demolition delivery that had flowed for five thousand years. He picked up the paper cutter and dropped, and the express bag was taken apart.

"This is a gift from me." King West smiled flatteringly beside him.

"Dinosaur...pants? What is this metallic work clothes?" Sikong Miao'er glanced at King West. This guy's brain is not good enough, even the aesthetics are so bad!

"Don't you think the little dinosaur is cute?" Cartoon dinosaurs are not real dinosaurs. They must be 100% beautified. Even Sikong Miaoer, who always loves to talk back to King West, can't obliterate his conscience and say ugly. "Well, seeing you look so sincere, I'll accept it."

"This is an improved version of the protective clothing. The texture is softer, skin-friendly and small in size, and it won't cover your beautiful face."

This guy really loves to tell the truth! Sagong Miaoer, who was praised for her beautiful face, accepted two gifts. "Then I will be honorable and reluctantly worthy of you to go to that country of Malaysia."

Sikong Miaoer received the gift but accompanied a smiling face, turned his head, and went to provoke the little ancestor dog. "Little ancestor, we went to travel abroad! Are you okay!"

The little ancestor dog once again grinned and fried his hair, scaring away Sikong Miao'er.

And this situation remained until King West and they really set off for the Masalus Empire. Sikong Miao'er still didn't find the reason why the little ancestor suddenly didn't wait to see him.

Riding on a large starship, it took only half a day to complete a transnational voyage. Sikong Miao'er said that he hadn't seen the big stars that twinkled at all! King West is relieved, next time.

The little ancestor has been taken by the robot butler recently, and Sikong Miaoer has no little ancestor to accompany him, so he can only increase his efforts to quarrel with King West. He has a thorny speech, and he often pierces King West into a hedgehog, but besides his poor aesthetics and brain problems, this guy is still a masochist. The more Skong Miao'er hurts him, the more he loves Skong Miao'er.

King West famously said that females are thin-skinned, and beating is love and curse.

"Oh!" Sikong Miao'er rolled his eyes elegantly.

When the starship landed in the Masalus Empire, there were only a few citizens who liked to join in the fun, and most of them came to the guards of the Masalus Empire. That is to say, these soldiers who have experienced hundreds of wars, large and small, knelt collectively at the moment Sikong Miao'er appeared.

"..." He felt that it was necessary to ask King West to return the goods. What kind of broken isolation suits, no useless farts.