Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

His eyes suddenly turned to the west, his brows raised angrily, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into a stream of light to kill the distant deer platform.

"No! No!"

The little girl suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed sweating profusely, her beautiful green pupils were full of horror.

Chapter 137 Chapter 20 I... should be a virgin

In terms of clothing, men and women are different.

Women in the past had to dress colorfully, which was called luxury, or dressed in plain white, which was called elegance.

It’s not like this now, women nowadays are more and less transmigrated, because they are considered beautiful when they wear less clothes—you can understand that before, they took off their pants to look for their buttocks, but now they tear apart their buttocks to look for their pants...

It’s so amazing. Men should be a little bit better. Men used to wear skirts on the street. Now you can try it. You’re lucky if you don’t get caught in the police station. Our country is still very strict about the control of prisoners in strange clothes.

To be honest, I really want to put on Zhenwu's skin and go to the vegetable market downstairs!

Or the dragon robe...

Yasaka Mahiro felt that since he was a friend, it didn't matter what he wore. The friendship between pen pals was as light as water—they were all clean, so when he casually dressed in casual clothes, the female manager still hesitated, and finally said a little tactfully. One sentence: "Would you like to change into a kilt?"

Then he was glared out by the boy.

"In this country full of homosexuals, do I dare to wear a skirt?"

The implication is that you can wear skirts in Japan.

The white casual windbreaker made her look extremely tall and tall, and she was considered taller among her peers. Her crisp, broken hair became even more refreshing in the sun.

The young man who was quite satisfied with his appearance came to the bottom of the hotel, and saw a... consumptive ghost?

"Cough cough cough..."

The sound of coughing mixed with Jiao~ panting made him frown slightly.

Parked outside was a black car. He didn't pay attention to the brand, but as soon as he approached, a sour smell of capitalism hit his face.

A white woman in a black jacket smiled gently and opened the car door for him.

The cough was getting louder.

Today's weather is very good, cloudless, the early summer sun is shining all over the land, and the sky is clear and blue, but it's not certain, the weather in this damn place in London basically changes every day.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then bent down and sat in.

The car was very long and large, so there was plenty of space inside, and his eyes collided with those light purple eyes.

The two were silent.

understandable?

It must be understandable!

It's the subtle feeling of meeting a netizen for the first time, what if he is ugly?What if she is a fat woman?

What if you fall in love with me?

A variety of moods, there will be anxious and angry face-based syndrome.

"I thought you'd be an ugly girl..."

This was the first sentence we met, Paqiuli gritted her teeth, looked at this man, and found that he was indeed a young man who was easy to attract girls, and there was a faint trace of aura in him, majestic and open, free and easy, It is not something ordinary people can have.

Zhenxun expressed his amazement at her beauty. Although the other party was only wearing pajamas, his natural beauty and petite figure made him feel good.

Especially those big intellectual light purple eyes, which are full of tiredness in the coldness, and wise in the tiredness, they are really beautiful eyes.

"This is not pajamas!"

Paqi corrected again helplessly, why did everyone think it was pajamas: "This is... hmph, I just don't have the habit of changing clothes to sleep, so I just made my usual clothes into pajamas, understand?"

"Ah."

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the nodding boy's mouth: "So, it's still pajamas, right?"

The girl rolled her eyes, and then straightened her face: "My name is Patchouli Noreki."

The young man's expression also became serious. They are very similar. People who like to read books are more particular about this aspect, and they respect the pen pals they meet: "You know my Chinese name, and I have a Japanese name. You can call me Really looking."

He paused: "Miss Paqiuli, I don't care about you spying on me in the shower..."

The long light purple hair is calm and automatic, and she gets angry when she mentions this, Paqi's snow-like face is flushed, and her voice is gradually trembling: "I didn't..."

"Ah, you don't have to explain, you know this and I know it."

The teenager pointed to her heart, like a big brother: "You should be only fourteen or fifteen years old. It is not a serious crime for a child of this age to be curious about the body of the opposite sex."

"I……"

The hundred-year-old spinster opened her mouth, and a mouthful of her aunt's blood got stuck in her lungs.

The boy's smile faded: "Of course, just this one time as an example—"

An inexplicable pride appeared on his face: "After all, I am a man with a reputation..."

Qiyao's magician asked in surprise, "Huh?"

Zhenxun patiently explained: "I mean I already have a girlfriend, girl friend, yours, understand?"

The magician's expression relaxed, and he bit his lip: "Of course I know you have a girlfriend, and the magician clearly told me that you are not a virgin after all..."

"puff!"

………………

"Impossible, impossible, I'm still the original!"

They are now in Knightsbridge, London. The two of them discussed whether he was a virgin on the bridge just now, and after arguing with no results, they went to Harrods.

Here is the world's most prestigious department store, between Westminster and Kensington.With a floor area of ​​more than one million square feet, it is on par with Macy's in New York. The teenagers and girls walked upstairs in a very harmonious atmosphere. Because they had been dating for several years in letters, apart from the initial embarrassment, the two got along well. It's still full of joy when I get up, and my eyebrows are beaming.

"Let's not talk about whether you are a virgin or not. I have reservations about your magical detective skills. I have never asked. Where is the best friend you mentioned?"

The boy stood at the door of the department store, raised his head and squinted his eyes: "Don't tell me that Maybach is your so-called best friend."

"of course not."

Because she talked a lot, Paqi took a sip of water, and the maid who was serving at the side patted her delicate back with concern.

"Cough-cough-"

Another series of coughing.

Zhen Xun rubbed his nose: "I said you really don't have tuberculosis? Although I don't really believe that tuberculosis can't be cured with your family background."

Paqiuli coughed for a while, took a breath, and waved her hands: "It's okay..."

The maid gave him a reproachful look, as if blaming him for talking nonsense.

"It's all an old problem..."

This fragile guy was really worried that a gust of wind from outside would blow her away.

The teenager sighed: "I suggest you throw away your lungs, it will be much easier."

Patch coughed again, laughing this time.

The maid lady looked at him with eyes that wanted to kill, so he could only pat Paqiuli's pink back resentfully, and the palm touched the very soft and comfortable clothes. What material is it, it feels very soft to the touch.

The girl who was coughing felt the strength and temperature on her back, she suddenly stopped, and then coughed even more severely.

"Oh, my best friend... well, she seems to have something to do, so she went home."

After finally stopping the itching in her throat, the girl quickly changed the subject: "Ah, speaking of which, she is still in Germany, I wonder if she can catch the plane..."

"Germany?"

Shinzo, who couldn't help but laugh, said, "I came to see you from such a distance, but I just ran away because of something at home? Tsk tsk tsk, you rich ladies are really headstrong."

The girl squinted her eyes and smiled, spreading her hands: "What can I do? Who made her precious sister suddenly go into a seizure..."

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Twenty more a day... It's nothing, hum.

What is the difference between an author who cannot update twenty times a day and a salted fish?

Chapter 138 Chapter 21 Fran is not a natural fool!

——She is naturally stupid.

"Britain, the first thing I think of is Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter and Dickens."

"Huh? Beckham? Who is that? Never heard of it."

"I know, I know, Big Ben? It looks very bulky and gentle. It's completely different from my first impression of the UK. The British are proud, so proud that they are gentlemen..."

London, well, like Paris, is a fashion capital where hipsters can be found everywhere, well-dressed, and people can tolerate all kinds of outlandish clothes, such as Patchy pajamas... but no long johns.

"Why are you so obsessed with long johns?"

The teenagers and girls walking upstairs are like old friends who have been away for many years. While choosing some favorite accessories, they are chatting, mainly because they are talking about their feelings about London.

"How should I put it, there is a kind of..."

He looked at the light purple girl, met those purple autumn pupils, and was slightly distracted: "Noble, you know? It's a noble."

The girl chuckled lightly, her expressionless face was filled with comfort and cheerfulness: "Yeah, I'm a nobleman."

"Well, an asthmatic nobleman who likes to run around in pajamas."

"MQ!"

This is a mouth habit - it is usually used when Paqiuli is embarrassed or panicked, which is equivalent to some people's "no way!" or "qwq"...