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"There is another sad little girl in this world."

The pattering rainwater flowed on the stone steps, and the neon lights of the street signs rendered the water surface into radiant colors, and the sparkling water splashes danced on the maid's calf. They didn't hold umbrellas, but the rain would naturally avoid them. Vichy followed Ashura step by step, bent over and tilted his head to look at him, and said with a smile : "I think your behavior should be clearly prohibited by law, otherwise those girls who step into the trash can are too pitiful."

Ashura said angrily, "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't say you didn't see it, you're pretending to be innocent and even a witch won't believe it." Vichy squinted at him, "Now you know what they're implying when they wink at you."

"And I think you're quite proud of yourself. If I'm not here, would you take the opportunity to eat supper?"

"Isn't it normal for me to be proud?" Ashura said with a smile, "If someone likes you, wouldn't you be happy?"

"Of course not." Vichy seemed to hear a big joke, "I'm not a trash can like you, how could I be happy because of this kind of thing? It's not bad if others fear me."

Yaxiu glanced at her and said, "Anyway, she will soon forget us, and this kind of goodwill comes and goes quickly, and it's not a movie, how can anyone like someone who only met once for several years. "

Weixi looked at him seriously for a while, confirmed that he was not joking, turned his head and whispered softly: "This fat **** really seems to have no self-knowledge..."

"What did you say?"

Vichy gave a thumbs up: "I say, the master has a good opinion."

"You reminded me, I haven't settled the score with you yet." Yaxiu said, "You promised me not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but now you dare to fish and enforce the law?"

"You said that fishing is not an indiscriminate killing of innocent people!" Vichy argued, "You didn't say that you can't fish, and you stopped me before I caught it!"

"But you know I won't allow it." "How would I know if you didn't tell me!?"

"Because you are a ghost prophet, you must know what I think!" Ashura said arrogantly, "And what kind of attitude do you have? If you dare to talk back, if you don't repent, your crime will be aggravated!"

Vichy was amazed: "Axiu, you and Jian Ji are indeed a match made in heaven." "It's useless to say nice things."

"No, I mean you two are as shameless and unreasonable as double standards."

"Thank you." Axiu accepted the evaluation confidently, and spread out his palm to Vichy: "Give me your hand."

Vichy put his hand up with a dazed expression, and then Ash slapped it down with a crisp sound. The two looked at each other for a moment, Vichy blinked and asked with his eyes, 'That's it?

If the punishment for testing the bottom line is just clapping hands, it is equivalent to punitive encouragement for Vichy. Not to mention clapping, even patting her meaty parts is not in vain.

However, Ah Xiu took her hand back and pulled her towards the stronghold. After walking a few steps, the maid realized something was wrong, and tried to pull her hand out: "Let me go!"

"What are you nervous about?"

"If they see it, they will misunderstand it!"

Ashius couldn't help complaining: "They even saw you bite me, so what room for misunderstanding?"

"It's different!" Vichy held him angrily and refused to let him go, trying to pull his hand out like a tug-of-war: "You can do whatever you want during the transaction, but it's not part of the transaction! Let me go! "

Seeing such a nervous Prophet, Yaxiu blinked, feeling as if he had seduced the other party's full set of big moves with a single normal attack. In fact, he suddenly discovered in the past two days that he and Vichy have almost accomplished most of the achievements, but they have never held hands.

So he tried it out tonight, but he didn't expect Vichy's reaction to be so intense, which made him a little curious: "I've been with you before, why do you still care about holding hands or not?"

Vichy pursed her lips, and suddenly said, "Is it alright if I admit my mistake, I won't go fishing in the future!" Ash's eyes lit up immediately, and he shook his head: "It's not enough."

"...

As long as it is something that you may not allow, I will first ask you if you can do it, so it is always okay! Let me go! "

"not enough."

"What else do you want?" Weixi was so angry that he directly pulled his hand over to bite, and said aggrievedly: "I was bullied by you during the transaction, do you insist on humiliating me even for such a trivial matter!?"

Seeing the vicious snake biting his arm, Ashius chuckled, and said, "I want you to hold my hand all the way back, how about not letting go until the door?"

Vichy looked at him vigilantly for a while, then let go of his mouth and asked, "Really let go at the door?" "Really."

"Don't lie to me?"

"How dare I lie to the Ghost Prophet."

Reluctantly, Weixi gave up struggling, and took the initiative to pull him forward: "Then let's go back quickly."

When passing through the bar street, Yaxiu suddenly understood why Weixi was so resistant to holding hands - obviously they had covered themselves with miracles, and it was impossible for ordinary people to notice them, but when passing through the crowd outside the bar, he found himself and Weixi Xi's palms were sweating.

Holding hands is the most basic and obvious act of intimacy. You can't hug and kiss all the time, but you can walk all over the streets and alleys with your lover all the time.

There's nothing like holding each other's hand to show a stranger that you're in love. Hugs may be out of friendship, kisses may be out of politeness, but clasped hands can only mean that I like you.

No wonder Weixi resisted so much, everything she did with Ah Xiu could be explained by hypocrisy, but there was really no other reason to hold hands.

At first, Yaxiu thought it was nothing to hold hands, but now that Vichy attaches so much importance to it, he is a little shy. It's strange to think about it carefully, one is an experienced trash can, and the other is a ghostly prophet full of evil, but they become innocent because of the rookie-level intimacy of holding hands...

The two hurried across the bar street with their heads down. After passing through the crowd, the two subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at each other, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Afterwards, there was no rush to run back, Yaxiu led her to choose a remote route, Vichy didn't say anything, the two took a short detour, and walked quietly into the drizzled summer night.

Will Vichy be willing to be controlled by others all the time? Can Ya Xiu really suppress her all the time? I'm afraid they don't even have the answer themselves.

But at least for now, they are all willing to make this road a little longer, and let this moment of silence last a little longer. Until the end, forever.

"You cheated!"

In front of the all-day convenience store in front, three children were squatting and playing cards with a young man. The young man was wearing a very conspicuous tall round hat, a fancy black and gold formal suit, a cane under his armpit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like a street magician.

Facing the child's accusation, he shook his finger and made a very smacking sound: "If you can't win, you will say that others cheated. No one will play with you like this. I forgive you this time, and you will pay more attention next time." point."

"But you are obviously cheating!" Another child also said, "There is no such card in the weaving card. This card is obviously made by yourself!"

"Where's the evidence? It's a crime to slander someone without evidence!"

"Your handwriting is not dry yet!" The third little girl picked up the card and wiped it: "I wiped it off!"

The young man snatched the cards back immediately, "No way, don't dirty my collection of woven cards! If you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to lose. How can I, as an adult, bully you little brats!"

The three children were so angry that they rushed over to beat him regardless of the disparity in physique. Ash knew that the weaving cards they played was a board game unique to the Gospel Kingdom. He had played with Banji and Liz before, but because of the vague descriptions of the cards, there was a lot of room for beards. In the end, he often cheated and made everyone not follow him Play.

He thought that this kind of board game would decline sooner or later, but he didn't expect that it would become more and more prosperous in the past year, and some children would stay up at night to play cards.

"Okay, okay, so, if you admit that I won, I will give you a rare collection card, how about

Sample? "The young man was beaten until his hat fell off, so he had no choice but to compromise.

The children looked at each other, still unable to resist the temptation of "rare collection cards: "Okay."

The young man immediately stuffed all the yogurt and beef jerky on the ground into his satchel, opened a box of ice cream and began to eat, it seems that they still have bets in their poker game. Then he sat on the steps, took out a box of woven cards and spread them on the ground, "Choose one each, you can only choose one."

The little boy on the far left opened a white wolf card, and the young man said: "Drawing this card means that you may become white-haired due to a miracle in the future, and then you will join a group of magicians who slay demons and eliminate demons for life. Infertility will only adopt a daughter of noble birth, although I know many sorceresses, but in the end there will only be one bard to accompany you to the end."

The little boy in the middle drew a dragon card, and the young man said: "Oh, you will become the inheritor of the Dragon Roar faction of the ancient sound art faction in the future, and you will join four special magician groups successively, including warriors, thieves, assassins, and spells. Then killed some very powerful dragons."

The little **** the right drew a burning candle, and the young man said, "Your life will be very exciting. You will explore many mysterious ancient tombs and solve the riddles of ancient magicians. Although you will encounter many dangers along the way, you will always Turn danger into safety, and it will become more and more beautiful."

The three children looked at each other, then rushed over to punch and kick again.

"How do you play with this kind of card!"

"It doesn't say what you said!"

"You drew all these cards yourself. I draw them better than you. Give me back the yogurt!"

Young dead pigs are not afraid of being scalded, let the children beat them violently but refuse to return the bet, and even speed up eating beef jerky and yogurt. The children were all annoyed by him and went home, rubbing their eyes and crying, and this night, there were three more children who were violently beaten because they didn't go home to play cards.

Asiu and Vichy looked at it amusedly. At this time, the young man adjusted his hat and clothes, took a hard bite of the beef jerky, and turned to look at the two of them. Noticing their holding hands, he couldn't help whistling.

"Good evening, Doomsday Watcher, Ghost Prophet." He asked with a smile, "Come to play cards?"

Vichy was stunned, and then his pupils shrank suddenly—the two of them were shrouded in miracles, and even the legendary magician might not be able to detect their existence!

As soon as she was about to get angry, Yaxiu stopped in front of her. Yaxiu glanced at her and shook his head imperceptibly. UU reading www. uukanshu.com Vichy restrained his sharpness and stood quietly behind him.

"Although I have expected it, I still have to sigh when I see such a good ghost prophet. As long as I live long enough, I can see anything." The young man laughed.

"Who are you?" Ash asked.

"I don't have a name. It's not an intentional concealment. My name was lost a long time ago. You all know it." The young man laughed, "But you must know who I am."

it is known....

The strength is above the demigod...

Not devoured with the six hells....

He is neither a **** nor an angel, but he can freely appear in reality... More importantly, he lost his name.

An existence that all magicians have heard of appeared in the hearts of Ashura and Vichy at the same time. Dramatic poet!

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