Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"Not good." Chen Mo yawned: "Especially a silly dog ​​like you, getting too close will affect my thinking."

"Chen Mo! You know how to bully me!"

Mariko raised her eyebrows a little angrily, but soon she started twitching again: "Hey, let me tell you, I received a love letter today, and it was written by a senior student~ Isn't it amazing? Hehe... "

"You? Love letter?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mariko. Although her face was indeed pretty, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that she was too stupid, so she sighed helplessly.

"How can a good person fall in love with a silly dog..."

"You! You call me stupid again!"

Mariko stamped her feet angrily, and stretched out her hand to pat Chen Mo on the back, but she was easily dodged without saying anything, and her forehead was severely smashed.

"Ugh..."

Covering her forehead with her hands, Mariko began to cry, crying and shouting: "Chen Mo is a bully! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

When she yelled, Chen Mo was startled immediately. He turned his head and looked around guiltily. Fortunately, it was just in time for dinner, and there was no one on the street. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said in a slightly slower tone. : "Okay, okay, don't cry, can I make chicken legs for you when I go back?"

Mariko glanced at him, her crying paused for a while, and then she cried even harder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!"

Seeing that Mariko was crying more and more vigorously, Chen Mo had no choice but to grab her hand with a dark face, and walked quickly towards home.

Mariko's little hand is very soft, with a bit of hot and humid moisture, it feels like a piece of smooth fine silk, and has a pleasant body temperature.Suddenly being held by someone's hand, she seemed a little flustered. She struggled a little at first, but after realizing that it was Chen Mo, she quickly calmed down.

And when Chen Mo felt Mariko's palm, Mariko also felt Chen Mo's palm.It's obviously not very big, but it contains a scorching temperature that seems to be able to burn the skin, and this temperature made her tremble suddenly.

Is this what... a thirteen-year-old boy feels like?

Mariko blushed and clenched her hand a little tighter.

"Why, stop crying?"

"Hey hey..."

"Laughing? You still have the nerve to laugh? You can eat pickles by yourself tonight."

"Don't~"

The conversation gradually faded away, and the two figures dragged on the ground, and then merged with each other.

Above the sky, the red glow in the evening has completely dissipated at this moment, and in the faintly visible starry sky, half a bright moon is casting silvery white brilliance.

Silent, quiet.

watching...

Chapter 12 Wronged, I really don’t know martial arts

It's cool to live with beautiful girls - this is the world's perception.

"Cool ass."

After washing the bowls and chopsticks for two people, clearing out the domestic garbage for two people, and rubbing clothes in the bathroom for a long time, watching the wet white bear underwear swaying gently with the evening wind on the balcony, Chen Mo put down the clothes rail Stretching his waist, he felt that his entire back was sore from the time he had been busy working without touching the ground since returning home.

At this moment, if only a pair of small hands gently patted his back and massaged his waist, it would be comfortable...

"LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL--"

In the living room, the voice of the host of the variety show and the exaggerated laughter of Mariko could be heard faintly.

Chen Mo walked into the living room with a gloomy face, reached out and unplugged the TV, and then looked at the large garbage on the sofa like a puddle of mud with terrified eyes: "Go to sleep."

"Eh? No, I..."

Mariko was about to play tricks, but when she saw Chen Mo's cold eyes, she immediately shivered, and jumped up from the sofa as if electrified.

"—I'm going to sleep right away!"

After finishing speaking, she ran and jumped back to her room without even the slightest hesitation.

During the time when she just moved out of the orphanage with Chen Mo, she was often beaten by this guy - she was pushed on the floor, her pants were stripped off, and she was whipped hard, without any frivolous or ambiguous meaning at all. With a slap, the whole buttocks were numb for a long time. When Chen Mo was satisfied and stopped, Mariko could hardly get up. She could only sleep on her stomach, and she couldn't cover her with a quilt, otherwise she would be in pain. can't sleep.

If things go on like this, Comrade Mariko’s revolutionary flames are just slapped away by him. It’s okay to say that if she sees Chen Mo’s face suddenly turning ugly, she immediately feels numbness in her buttocks, and she doesn’t even have the slightest thought of resistance. I can't even mention it.

But think about it from another angle, every time she needs to see Chen Mo angry, she will be obedient. The so-called "not paying for the house for three days" probably refers to this kind of bitch...

Back in the bedroom, Chen Mo sat at the desk and turned on the computer. After creating a new blank document from the novel folder, his fingers stopped on the keyboard, and he couldn't get down no matter what.

In the past at this time, as long as he had the idea of ​​writing a novel, many plots and words would automatically appear in his mind, but today is a bit different, his mind is now full of the figure of a girl with red hair and twin ponytails.

Wuhe Qinli... the feeling on her body is absolutely unmistakable, it is an elf.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Mo simply closed the blank document, opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, took out a crude necklace from it, and looked carefully at the desk lamp.

Ordinary red strings are threaded into the buttonholes to make necklaces, just like props for children to play house.

But there is a very strange feeling emanating from the button, that is, the "spiritual power" that the elves say comes from the elf named Hikagawa Yoshino who gave this button to him four years ago ...and it was almost the same as the feeling faintly emanating from Wuhe Qinli.

The button carrying a faint spiritual energy swayed back and forth under the light, and the light leaked out from the buttonhole from time to time, flickering on and off like starlight.

Chen Mo held up the necklace to observe for a while, then suddenly turned on the phone, found a number in the address book that he hadn't contacted for four years, quickly edited a text message, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally clicked to send it.

[What kind of existence is an elf? 】