Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

"I heard that goldfish's memory is only seven seconds, really?" Shi Yiran asked lowly.

Shu Xiaomeng rolled his eyes silently, who said that the memory of the goldfish only lasted seven seconds?

Obviously there are a lot of seconds!

Huh? What happened just now?

Shu Xiaomeng shook his head and continued to swim.

Shi Yiran's fingers moved along with Shu Xiaomeng's swimming. Shu Xiaomeng only felt that Optimus Prime was about to press him, and he was frightened everywhere.

In Shi Yiran's eyes, she seemed to be swimming happily.

"I'm so envious, so carefree." Shi Yiran said in a low voice.

Shu Xiaomeng heard the voice, glanced at Shi Yiran, then waved his tail and swam away quickly.

Speaking of which, what was she running just now?

No. 001 was onlookers during the whole journey:...

"Host, I have blocked your memory for you, and most important things will not be forgotten. As for the small things, forget them and forget them. It has no effect on the task." No. 001 said.

When Shu Xiaomeng heard the voice of No. 001, he silently replied "I know."

Then she waved her tail again, and some tears ran.

She was wrong, she was really wrong, the memory of the goldfish really only has seven seconds of crying...

Huh? Did she just cry? why?

Shu Xiaomeng:...

I feel like a mentally retarded.

Shu Xiaomeng silently vomited another bubble. The fish tank is too small, so I can only vomit bubbles to play.

Shi Yiran stood up, added a little water to the fish tank, then walked aside, unfolded the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush, and traced something.

From the perspective of Shu Xiaomeng, she can't see what Shi Yiran is drawing, so she can only spit bubbles out of boredom.

Shi Yiran's room was very dark, and the only window was hidden by thick curtains.

The sun was just right outside, but it couldn't penetrate into the room.

Because of the lack of sunlight, there is a trace of coldness in the room.

Shi Yiran only wore a thin white shirt and a pair of simple casual pants.

There was only a faint light overhead in the room, and occasionally it would flash, as if it was creating a horrible atmosphere.

Shu Xiaomeng was swimming around in the fish tank. I don't know how long it took. Shi Yiran put down the paintbrush, and then pointed the drawing paper at Shu Xiaomeng.

There was no expression on his face, no smile, no sadness, and it was calm and chilling.

"Does it look good?" he asked, looking straight at the little goldfish not far away.

Shu Xiaomeng heard the sound and swam to the edge of the fish tank to take a look, and fell silent.

I saw a little goldfish painted on the drawing paper. The tail of the little goldfish was slightly curved, as if it was about to swing in the next second.

If you look at it this way, it is indeed a vivid and good painting.

However, the position of the little goldfish on the painting was in a pool of sewage, beside the sewage, a man squatted.

The man didn't show his face, but Shu Xiaomeng felt that this man was Shi Yiran himself.

The man squatted there, with a deep black behind him, he just looked at the little goldfish struggling there.

On the other side of the sewage, there is a long corridor, and there is a steady stream of sewage being transported here.

The black sewage was almost overwhelming the entire body of the little goldfish, but the man squatting there just looked at it, and there was no sadness or joy in the outline outlined by his side.