100 Ways to Get the Male God

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The dangerous sick beauty of the first generation, if you like him... Sister Chu Chu is so pitiful.

After hearing her question, Yu Chu turned to look at her suspiciously.

But she had a special task and couldn't express her emotions, so she didn't answer the question at all, and instead took out the drawings in her pocket.

"Look at this." She handed it to Yunxing.

Yun Xing pursed her lips and thought to herself, why did Sister Chu Chu, like the first generation, not answer this kind of question...

She took the blueprint and glanced at it, showing a surprised expression, "This is..."

"It's the location of the dynamite." The girl said calmly, "We leave here tomorrow night, and then I will ignite the fire line first, and then you need to control the detonation and let it explode at the right time."

Yun Xing was surprised: "You want to blow up this place?!"

"I went to the experimental area to see," Yu Chu took off his black gloves. "There are no experimental items left... They have all died. It's better to blow up this place."

A layer of cold sweat broke out behind Yunxing.

The experimental items were actually destroyed. Fortunately, I was stopped today, otherwise I'm afraid...

"I will complete the task." She folded the blueprint solemnly and patted her chest.

Yu Chu nodded and walked towards the room.

Yun Xing hesitated at the back, stopped her and asked in a low voice, "Sister Chu Chu, will you live with the first generation after you go out?"

Yu Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a while, then shrugged and smiled, "Let's see what he means."

Yunxing is relieved.

It seems that Sister Chu Chu is not that kind of feeling.

After Yu Chu returned to the bedroom, he was a little surprised to see the broken cup on the ground.

She looked at the boy on the bed.

The first generation lowered his eyelashes, his side face was white and tender and beautiful, and his voice was very low: "I hurt."

Yu Chu was stunned, walked over quickly, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand, holding the snow-white soft fingertips, wondering: "It really doesn't hurt when you touch me?"

The eyelashes of the first generation trembled slightly, there was no expression on his face, and his voice line nodded coldly: "Really."

He half propped himself up.

The fingertips were still in her hands, and the boy's soft, white and tender side face came over, with a cold expression, softly pressed against the back of her neck.

He was like a white rabbit, resting on the back of the girl's neck, his slender white hands wrapped around her waist from behind, his long eyelashes hung down, and he said softly, "Don't go casually."

Yu Chu blinked, a little funny, "Why are you like a child. Are you not used to seeing me?"

The first generation's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yu Chu suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to be like this. He just waited for someone to go home every day, and often he couldn't wait.

She sighed softly, "I won't mess around in the future, and I'll tell you first when I go out."

The young man looked at her with deep purple eyes, lowered his head and said softly, "I won't leave you in the future."

He said it softly, like a promise.

Yu Chu was slightly startled.

She remembered her special mission and wanted to guide him to confess by the way. After thinking about it, she said, "Do you want to be with me after you go out? But what if I have my own home in the future, I won't be able to take care of you."

The young man behind him paused, and his purple eyes instantly burst out with extreme coldness, as well as an imperceptible helplessness.

"Do you have a home?" He pursed his lips, "Do you have your own home? Without me..."

The girl turned her face to look at him.

She seemed a little puzzled, and asked softly, "My home, why is there you?"