"Oh, Mr. Ke, what are you doing?"

Jia Luo didn't understand Mr. Ke's meaning, and tilted his head in doubt.

"Crack clap..."

Mr. Ke watched Jia Luo for a while, but still couldn't understand what he meant.

So, dive in.

The goldfish tank is relatively large, with a layer of clean fine sand on the bottom, and several aquatic plants growing on it.

Mr. Ke wriggled onto the fine sand, showing a serious expression, stretched out a slender tentacle, and drew on it.

The tentacles are fast and flexible.

After a while, Mr. Ke drew a picture on the fine sand.

However, Mr. Ke did not stop, and continued to paint the second painting.

Mr. Ke's first painting was not very good, at most the level of children's graffiti.

"Mr. Ke seems to have suddenly become much smarter...Could it be..."

Jia Luo looked at the painting and rubbed his brows: Since when did Mr. Ke be smart enough to draw?

At the beginning, he restrained the general manager, but Shi Le Zhi thought of himself as his father (mother?) to the extent.

Now it has the level of a few years old child!

Changes are a bit fast!

"You seem to be a little smarter, don't you?"

"Uh, could it be—that night, Mr. Ke and the protagonist grew up a lot?"

"Mom, the one in front of me is going to call the police!"

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand it!"

"(Yellow character) I am a yellow character. This stalk evolved from Mu Yu Shui Xin, a serious film and television commentary up master at station B."

"He explained that when the hero and heroine couldn't describe the plot, he would say that they grew up a lot that night..."

"66666, Huang Zijun came back suddenly!"

"The missing Huang Zijun returns!"

"(Yellow text) My PS4 PRO arrived yesterday, it took a long time to experience, so I disappeared in the later stage."

"So that's it, I was checked on the water meter because of the yellow character!"

"(Yellow letters) things that don't exist!"

……

"Huang Zijun is back."

Jia Luo saw Huang Zijun's barrage and the barrage of returning missing persons.

"In total, Huang Zijun seems to be away for half a day, and he has become a missing person like a god!"

"Also, whoever brushed the sum and I grew up a lot that night, I want to add buffs to you, so that you can grow up!"

These audience masters are full of slots all day long, and the degree of strangeness reaches 400%, Jia Luo thought helplessly.

Unbeknownst to him, the viewers also saw him in the same way.

"By the way, what is Mr. Ke's painting?" After Jia Luo finished complaining, he continued to look at Mr. Ke's painting.

A stick passed through some sort of elongated object, and was placed on a curve that quivered like the wave-line of the sea level.

"What does it mean?"

Mr. Ke's paintings are as difficult to understand as those children's graffiti.

After Mr. Ke finished his second painting, Jia Luo and the others understood what Mr. Ke meant.

The second painting is a painting that somewhat resembles Fu Jiang.

Mr. Ke pointed to the first painting with one tentacle, and pointed to the second painting with the other, and then the two tentacles mingled together.

Finally, the tentacle sent into the squirming mouth...

"Oh, I seem to have guessed the meaning of Mr. Ke, it is to put Fu Jiang on top of the Demon King to bake..."

"Then eat it together..."

"Boss Ke is getting cuter and cuter..."

"The action of sending something into the mouth just now is so cute..."

"I feel that there are more and more Kezong believers. Is it an illusion?"

"It's an illusion, my brother, come and read Mr. Ke with me, don't give me candy!"

"23333"

……

Galo was taken aback.

Eat Mozun and Fu Jiang... Mr. Ke's appetite is getting better and better!

"Mr. Ke, come here... come here... come here!"

Jia Luo thought about it for a while and called the dog over.

Mr. Ke jumped out of the water, his tentacles hung on the wall of the goldfish tank, and he looked at him expectantly.

Jia Luo took Mr. Ke out and said seriously, "No!"

"Crack!"

Mr. Ke flapped his tentacles in displeasure, and jumped back into the water.

Then, sink to the bottom and become a salted fish!

"Losing the good taste and turning into a salted fish Mr. Ke!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Ke has become a salted fish!"

"What a disgrace to the rulers of the old days!"

"...a generation of chief executives will eventually become a salted fish!"

……

……

After washing, Jia Luo released Fu Jiang and the policewoman and asked them to wash too.

Of course, there are ropes tied to their feet.

"When you go outside the room, you can't get out of my sight."

Gallo was watching.

"Perverted stalker!"

Fu Jiang said coldly.

"This kind of thing feels like something, but I can guarantee that I don't have any thoughts about you. Be happy!"

Jia Luo looked at Fu Jiang, shook his head and said.

"Hmph! This kind of thing hurts the skin."

Fu Jiang snorted coldly, turned his head and began to pick on the poor quality of the towels.

"This is what I use, you don't have to if you're not happy."

Garro paused and said.

"You used..."

Fu Jiang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the towel with a slightly delighted expression.

"This kind is not the same one."

Gallo immediately explained.

"Ha ha……"

Fu Jiang's face changed, and he had no choice but to wipe it with a towel.

"what……"

On the other side, the policewoman suddenly twitched her movements, her cheeks flushed, she glanced at Jia Luo, and immediately lowered her head in fear.

"What’s wrong with you!"

"I... I... I need to go to the toilet..."

The policewoman hesitated for a long time before she finished speaking.

"Then go, what are you doing here in a daze?"

Gallo wondered.

"You...you...you said you couldn't leave your sight..."

The policewoman felt ashamed to explode.

This means that you can't leave his sight even when you go to the toilet.

"Oh……"

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