Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

Non-smoke is coming to Rong Ruo’s side, and it’s always strange to look at Rong Ru, who is as tall as himself. ?八一?中文?W≈W≥W≠. ≤8≈1≤Z≤W≥. =C≈O≈M≠

"Small if, your soul and body seem a little different..." Non-smoke looked at the familiar face, and obviously saw the big one from a young age, but at this time he felt familiar and somewhat strange.

If you let your eyes open slightly, it looks like you are inadvertently saying: "Is it..."

"They are also much higher." Non-smoke is better than the two of them. Originally, he was half-headed, but now they are the same height.

If Rong does not say anything, just look to the side and think thoughtfully.

"Is it next to me?" Jun looked at Jun without medicine.

Her soul is different from others.

Jun no medicine smiled, and he took the innocent into his arms and hugged her into the room. "Night, prepare a set of clothes for Xiao Xie." Then he walked into the room and closed the door.

"Yes." The nightingale responded, patted the little belly of the squirrel, and spit out a bunch of small ink cartridges.

"What is this?" Joe Chu was surprised to see on the side. He knew for the first time that the things used by the soul could actually burn.

The nightingale ignored him, but he concentrated on painting clothes. Compared with Qiao Chu’s clothes, the nightingale’s paintings were especially intentional, and even the lines and embroidered lines on the clothes were not let go. After the lines were outlined, The nightingale reached out and took the small ink cartridges, which contained colorful paints, and the nightingale was so careful that the various colors were filled on the paper.

"This...the difference in treatment is too big." Qiao Chu swallowed and looked at the clothes carefully crafted by the night owl, which is called clothes, just as carefully as embroidery.

Look at the beautiful women's and beautiful women's dresses, and then look at their pure white simple gowns, Joe Chu wants to cry.

"Be content, it's good to have clothes to wear." It doesn't matter if it is non-smoke. The nightingale painted him a set of men's clothes. He is very satisfied.

Qiao Chu closed his mouth and knew that if he hadn't touched the innocent light, don't talk about clothes, and he couldn't touch the opportunity to eat and cultivate.

In the room, Jun No Evil stood in front of Jun without medicine, waiting for Jun to take medicine.

Jun has no medicine to reach out slowly, and the warm big hand gradually approaches the innocent chest.

The innocent and calm waiting for the moment when the soul is separated from the body, in fact, she is no stranger to such a thing. As early as when the past and the little black cat were merged, she had already experienced what the soul was being stripped from the body. Feeling like it.

Seeing that the palm of the unmedicated palm is close at hand, the discomfort in memory makes the innocent and subconscious mind close your eyes, waiting for the moment when the soul is separated.

but……

The pain in the expectation did not appear, nor did he feel the abnormality of the soul in isolation. The warmth that gradually climbed up on the chest made the innocent eyes open.

A big hand is sticking to her slightly raised chest.

"..." Jun stared at the palm of his hand innocently, and it didn't mean to pass through his chest at all, but the softness of his own, which was attached to his own, and looked up to Jun. medicine.

Jun had no smug smile on his mouth, and his body leaned forward slightly, half-squinting at the innocent:

"The little evil child has grown up."

Just when Jun thought about whether to shoot the unruly paw...