Qizi

Ling Xiao dreamed that Xiao Shi was pressing on him, and he snorted at his face, making him tickle, and subconsciously reaching out to block its long mouth.

"Little gray, don't make trouble, itchy."

His wrist was buckled, and a low voice sounded. "Who is your little gray?"

Ling Xiao’s reaction was not right. The little gray became so heavy. He opened his eyes and the little gray wolf became a big wolf. A face was close to himself.

Ling Xiao’s brain first crashed for a few seconds before combing the status quo in a state that was not fully awake. After all, the memories told by others were not as solid as those experienced by personal experience. When I woke up in the morning to see the face of the hurricane, he admitted that A reaction still wants to throw a fist in the past.

The hurricane refused to stop asking, "How do you know that it is called a small gray?"

Ling Xiaoran, "I gave it to it..."

"When did you start?"

"yesterday."

Originally, there was a glimpse of luck, thinking that the hurricane that Ling Xiao had recovered his memory was disappointed. It was not surprising that his name was given to his pet twice.

"What? Is it the original name?"

"Well," the hurricane made it back, "it's what you gave."

"Wait, don't move!" Ling Xiao observed the hurricane with interest. He didn't notice it before. The hurricane in front of him was very different from the hurricane in his memory. He clearly saw it at the base. That talent is more in line with his memory, but when he saw the hurricane of growth, he accepted it very naturally, as if the hurricane should have grown into this appearance.

Ling Xiao curiously extended his index finger and stroked down the nose of the hurricane. His nose became more straight and straighter than when he was a teenager. There was still a delicate eyebrow. The childishness had already faded from it. The slightly chin was also The knife cut out the edges and corners, and the hurricane he was familiar with was reborn overnight, growing from a young boy to a mature man.

Ling Xiao’s index finger came to the lower jaw through his thin lip, and the throat symbolizing the male symbol was particularly prominent. The hurricane was stirred up by his almost teasing gesture and asked him, “What are you doing?”

The vibration of the vocal cords is transmitted to the tip of Ling Xiao through the larynx. The magnetic bass trembles his tympanic membrane. Ling Xiao suddenly has some regrets. He lost the memory of this person’s growth. He must also watch him change day by day. He will still hate to see that he is a little taller than himself, his muscles are getting fuller and his body is perfect.

When I think of it, he vents his puncture on the elastic muscles and arms of the hurricane. If it is not a deed, these should belong to him, but now he belongs to others. It is really irritating.

The hurricane was annoyed by him, bowed his head and grabbed his index finger, sucking it in his mouth, and the soft tongue twirling around his fingertips. Some kind of signs on the body made Ling Xiao Unexpectedly, I quickly took my fingers and sat up in a panic.

"I suddenly thought that I am now a student of Yutian? Don't you have to take classes?" It is clear that the sky is already three days old, and today is not a day off, why even the hurricane stays in the dormitory.

"I have already taken leave for us." He is not talking about you, not me, but us.

"Leave off? What is it?"

"Honeymoon."

Ling Xiao:...

"The honeymoon we missed before, we will make it back."

Ling Xiao yelled in his heart, is this OK? Military school management is too loose!

"Hey," Ling Xiao still struggled to get up. "It's so sticky, I'm going to take a shower."

The hurricane didn’t stop him this time, and he let it go. "You are going to start, and someone will come later."

"Someone? Who?"

"The courier," said the hurricane, and there was no action. He asked, "Would you like me to hug you?"

"No!!" Ling Xiao hurriedly jumped down and slammed into the bathroom.

Soon the sound of the water came from the bathroom, and there was a singer in the land. When the hurricane started to make the bed, I heard Ling Xiao shouting inside.

"I have a question!"

He communicated directly back to the past with his heart.

--what?

"Why did you develop me?"

The action of the hurricane stopped and I was puzzled.

- Why didn't you develop, and the two people were born together.

"Really?!"

There was an ominous premonition in the hurricane, and he seemed to guess what Ling Xiao was referring to.

He calmly lowered the quilt to the door.

- I went to see if the courier came.

The bathroom door was kicked open.

"Hurricane! Come back and explain it to me!!"

From the living room came a slamming door, and there was a shadow of the hurricane in the room.

When the hurricane came back, Ling Xiao had already finished washing, sitting on the sofa in a whisper, and a pair of people ready to jump up and ask for sin.

Fortunately, he followed two strangers behind him, and Ling Xiao had to swallow the breath for a while.

The stranger carried a large plate in his hand, covered with cloth, not knowing what it was.

Ling Xiao’s curiosity temporarily prevailed. “What is this?”

"Photo," the hurricane directed two people to hang the photo frame in the bedroom, and the half wall was immediately filled.

"What photo is it?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but uncover the curtain.

"We took a group photo with the wolf star, I asked them to have an electronic version, who expected them to use the interstellar express to bring the physical goods over.

The monk was opened, and the magnified version of the wolf king and the wolf photographed by the hurricane and the scorpion in the tribe, and the photo frame were filled with the wild features of the wolf-south tribe.

What Ling Xiao first noticed was of course the unusual pattern on his face.

"What is my face?"

“This is the tradition of the wolf, and married people will tattoo on their faces.”

It turned out to be the case.

"You have a flaw on your face. Who painted it for you? It’s so ugly." Ling Xiao sneered.

"you."

Ling Xiao:...

In fact, take a closer look at the painting is not bad!

So is this the wedding photo of both of them?

Ling Xiao looked at himself in the photo, happiness is about to overflow from his expression, this is the most real evidence, rather than speaking out of any population. Whether it is a hurricane, a red hair, or how others prove their deep feelings, it is not as intuitive as this photo.

The reason why the hurricane brought it to Zhou Fengzhang was to let him know this fact with his own eyes.

Ling Xiao looked up at the photo, probably can feel the kind of mood at that time, it should be like this, full of joy and touch.

But even then, there is still a problem.

"Why me……"

"We have a long vacation, do you want to go to the beach?" asked the wind.

seaside? Ling Xiao was happy to nod, "Go and go!"

The hurricane gently followed his hair, and Ling Xiao felt like he had forgotten something? Forget it, let it be!

For the first time, the flying shark has been able to make a big impact in the waters. fur.

"The ash is not better than us. You should not let it catch a cold," the hurricane pressed a button, and the yacht turned into a submarine and sneaked into the water.

For the first time, Ling Xiao saw the beauty of the sea. The strange sea creatures shuttled through the corals and sea grasses. There were light bulbs with light bulbs in the headlights, sea stars with golden light and thin seaweed flowers like snowflakes. I have only seen these in the book, and I can’t see it.

"Would you like to go out?" asked the wind.

“Can you?” Ling Xiaoxin was delighted.

The hurricane activated two soul crystals, each of which was surrounded by huge bubbles. The crystal-clear bubble wall isolated the seawater, but absorbed all the colors greedily, and reflected the transparent curved surface. The undulating water ripples cast on them, and the light and shadow swayed like a dream.

The little ashes looked at them in front of the round glass of the submarine. They looked at them with a sneak peek at the fish or jellyfish, causing it to be dialed with claws, but with a thick layer of glass. Not enough, anxiously two small claws to move up and down.

At this time, a palm-sized mermaid swims leisurely in front of Ling Xiao. The figure is small, the facial features are as delicate as micro-carvings, and the fish tail wrapped in silver-blue scales is like a rare art.

"Look, the mermaid!" Ling Xiao did not listen to the hurricane, and shouted excitedly at him.

The hurricane moved closer to him, and the two bubbles were stacked together, squeezing and deforming each other until a certain boundary, followed by a bomb, and the bubbles merged into one, turning into a larger bubble, and the hurricane and the ridge were securely Wrapped inside, forming a closed private space.

The mermaid is probably thinking that this kind of marine life that has never been seen is very strange. After swimming around, Ling Xiao and her look at each other and treat each other as scenery. Ling Xiao stretched out his fingers, and the mermaid did the same. He was a little bit of a bubble with his fingertips, and the greasy touch made her stunned.

"It's so interesting, if you can bring it back, you can do it." Ling Xiao felt.

"This kind of creature is very difficult to survive when it leaves the ocean. If you like it, you can look at it again." The hurricane approached from behind and embraced him. The mermaid was frightened because his body suddenly became bigger. The tail slid away, leaving only A string of small bubbles like pearls spiraled up in the sea.

"Let's go up too," the hurricane said, the bubble began to rise, I don't know what he used, there are countless bubbles around them, and they are rushing to the surface of the water, under the pressure of pressure. Constantly changing speed until it rushes out of the sea and raises the glittering water.

Huge bubbles flew into the air, disturbing several seabirds crossing the road, rolling down and falling a few times on the surface of the sea, finally floating on the water.

The flying sharks followed, and they turned into yachts to bring them to the shore. The hurricane chose a small depression. After the sea ebbs, a natural pool is formed here.

"What are you going to do?" Ling Xiao couldn't wait to know what the hurricane could do.

Hurricane selected a few elements of the soul crystal in the hand, and then immersed his hands in the sea, a moment of effort, the surface of the water came out of heat.

"Spa!" Ling Xiao was surprised to close his mouth, could not wait to take off his clothes and jumped in. A warmth rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he could not help but take a long breath.

"It's so comfortable, you come too."

"Wait a minute," the hurricane slammed the back of the small gray and threw it in. He returned to the scorpion shark and took a box from the inside.

Ling Xiao was on the side of the stone, watching the hurricane pour the milk into the cup, and stuffed the two souls into himself. When he activated, he was a banana.

"Why don't you do this yourself?"

The hurricane threw the peeled banana into the cup and said, "This kind of soul crystal is called out of nothing. Every time I change something, only the bananas that you change out are."

Ling Xiao: ... blame me?

The hurricane held the cup in the hand and secretly condensed the mental power. After a while, the solid mixture in the mixture began to rotate, and the speed became faster and faster until the banana was smeared and mixed with the milk, and the top floated. Layers of seductive white bubbles.

Ling Xiao saw that he couldn't help but ask, "Do you use the knowledge of military school to do this, the instructor knows?"

"It’s not just battles that can be used to learn."

The hurricane handed the good banana milkshake to Ling Xiao. I don’t know when he secretly lowered the temperature. It’s still iced, soaking in the hot springs to drink iced drinks, it doesn’t feel better.

Ling Xiao sat down with a big sigh of relief, put out his tongue and licked the floating foam of his upper lip, and squinted his eyes.

He was almost too comfortable to fall asleep, and there was always a rustling sound in his ear, like the rubbing of pencils and paper.

"Why don't you come?" Ling Xiao reached out and tried to pull him, but found that there was a sketchbook in his hand, and he was smearing it quickly.

"What are you painting?"

The hurricane turned the book over to show him that a good-looking self was on the paper.

"You actually paint?"

“Drawing people is still the first time.”

Ling Xiao took the book and came forward one page at a time. In front of it was a variety of plants, even if it was only a few pens, it also completely outlined the characteristics of the plant.

“Why are you painting flowers?” Only the page in the booklet is a character.

“Just want to draw and draw,” so when the pastor invited him to perfect the plant dictionary, he would accept it so readily.

"Awesome," Ling Xiao looked more and more unable to conceal the envy of his heart, he could even paint so well, and finally turned to the one that painted him, narcissistically enjoyed for a long time.

"This is for me."

"What are you going to do?"

"Favorite."

"whatever."

After the sun gradually hid to the sea level, the hurricane put away the book and picked up a few stones to base it together. Under the action of the flame soul crystal and the combustion improver, the bonfire rose.

Two people were lying next to the fire, holding their hands together, enjoying the belated honeymoon under the stars, the tides emitting regular breathing, and the beach was blue.

"Ah, meteor," Ling Xiao pointed to the horizon, where there were several meteors flying over. "It is said that the meteor is going to make a wish."

"What do you want to make?" asked the wind.

Ling Xiao thought for a moment, "The wish should be to get it, but I have got everything I want. After going through the screen, the principal, the doctor and the doctor, I don't want to get more."

"If you have to make a wish, I hope more than you can get it..."

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