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……Yes, this thing is going to wilt, it’s actually very fast. Just divert your attention. It’s almost the same after you just planed the sand and planed it so joyfully. If you jump down and be buried, it’s strange that you can still raise the flag now. ...

Niupi, Ruler is worthy of being a concentration camp for dreamers. Even the forged ones can have the magical skill of ‘Wisdom Reducing Aura’.

"Ahahaha, Master, you're back, that...you talk! I'll run two laps!"

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Can you fake it a little bit more!

Give me an IQ Saint team like Amakusa is not friendly!

Xia Ming, who was throwing the pot, and Marda, who inexplicably understood pursing lips, didn’t mention it. Lixiang saw that Xia Ming didn’t answer her words, and Marda suddenly turned her head and ran away with a smirk. She felt that something was wrong. She is now even more convinced.

These two guys... are tricky!

Li Xiang, with his hips akimbo, turned calmly and came to Xia Ming's face. Although he couldn't see him, his expression would always be different, right?

Rustle--

"Facing the sea... If it wasn't for the wrong season, do you have the urge to talk about the warmth of spring?"

Xia Ming smiled calmly: "No, I'm the apprentice you taught, the kind of poetry that has been used badly, no matter how beautiful it is, I won't use it casually."

"Huh huh? That's right, I've seen a lot of effort in my mouth. I praise people for being so smooth."

"I'm not stupid, and the master is very good at teaching."

"It's not bad, although it sounds like a casual boast, but this will make people feel sincere. It seems that I remember everything I taught you before?"

"Praise me with a "hearted apprentice"~Master~"

"After being pierced in my mind, I will try to pass the test, pay attention to it."

"...Practice what you have learned, and apply what you have learned to use, all the masters teach well."

"Following the topic, naturally lower your posture and lift the other person to the sky. This is a good trick to'take advantage of the trend'."

"..."

Is this still playable? ? ?

"Very well, you deserve to be my good apprentice. I can never forget to work hard without a master being by my side to supervise. So, about why you became so proficient, let's save it until next time—"

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Sure enough, before you feel better, is it an illusion!

Lixiang lighted his head and lightly left the very terrifying topic in the future. As soon as the conversation turned, he repeated the question just now as if he was really curious: "You are blind, facing the sea with a calm expression. Is there any strange feeling?"

"...You said so calmly about my physical disability, it made me feel a little bit heartbroken? And why should I add the word'strange' before my feelings? If I don't say it now, how could I be considered a good student before? It hurts my heart so much for you."

After a few words slowly, Xia Ming finally thought of the so-called "feelings", and then he said with a deep face: "A cup of respect to the sun, a cup of respect to death..."

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The memories that fell into it due to the momentary silence ended here, and squatting in front of Xia Ming’s head that reminded people of the idiom of “prominent”, Li Xiang, who was still silent, couldn’t help but pouting. Pulling his bangs rolled up by his fingers.

Hmm, this is the perfect hostage.

"hiss--"

Xia Ming barked his teeth, and recovered from the saint's version of the aura of lowering wisdom.

"Uh... after all, there are followers. It's normal to want to experience a very human gameplay, isn't it?"

Then why don't you just let Malda hit a big hole with his fist?

Li Xiang, whose eyebrows were slightly raised, did not choose to expose it straightforwardly, but casually let go of the bangs curled on her index finger, and then moved her small hand lightly, and slowly stroked the faint piece of Xia Ming's side face. Red seal.

"What's this? Are you sunburnt?"

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No, it is impossible for this to be a trace of the sun. Xia Ming said very calmly: "How is it possible? How can it be impossible for the printed print to be such a small piece."

"Right--"

Like treating her beloved fragile porcelain, her soft fingers have been gently stroking the red mark on the delicate face, and the corner of Lixiang’s mouth evokes a shallow arc. Eyes were slightly bent, staring at Xia Ming motionlessly: "Yes...you can't treat me..."

"Yu ~ Lord ~!"

"..."

"You just vomited... what did you want to say?"

It seems that Qing Ji's getting closer and closer to the "sweet and greasy" gave her stomach bag, Xia Ming involuntarily retched.

"...Tsk...nothing."

Lixiang smacked his lips as if he felt that trouble was about to come.

Afterwards, she sighed and regrouped, stood up and snorted coldly to Xia Ming who was'prominent': "I won't just leave it alone. I will ask you about the details after I get Qingji, if If the answer does not satisfy me... I will let you try the taste of being trampled on your face!"

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That's right, after all, I've been entangled for so long, if I don't have a B number in my heart, I won't be entangled.

But this punishment for stepping on your face...

"Don't worry, knowing that you have a slight habit of cleanliness, I will wash it so fragrantly and come back to you."

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So you think this is a reward...

Ah wrong, why do you think this is a reward?

Also, didn’t the tone at the beginning actually express ‘this is punishment’?

Or do you think of this punishment as a ‘reward’?

...Well, what, I am now charging?

When I was a dead house, I didn’t say that I liked playing queen play, right?