Quick time travel: net king male god Raiders

Chapter 50
"……No."

"There is."

"No."

I:"……"

When he came out of the haunted house, he saw that the boy's face had an abnormal blush.

I stared at him wonderingly, he pursed his lips, shook off my hand, turned and left.

Really satisfied.

What the hell is he doing, what a kid.

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After all, the Kanto Tournament is a step up from the Metropolitan Tournament. No matter in terms of facilities, scale or players, it is much better than the Metropolitan Tournament.

This guy from Taocheng painted the headscarf of "Qingxue will win" overnight and asked everyone to wear it.

I don't want to wear such an ugly banner.

"Wear it, let me wear it for you!" Takeshi Momoshiro wanted to wear it for me.

I pushed him away with a look of disgust, "No, it's too ugly."

"What, I painted it all night long, why don't you respect the fruits of my labor!"

"Then can I hold it with my hands?"

"Oh, put it on, aren't you also a member of Qingxue?" Takeshi Momoshiro said again.

"Don't force me to do things I don't like, okay?" I rolled my eyes at him, "I have youth in my heart, but it doesn't mean I want to wear such an ugly thing, just like going to a funeral."

The latter sentence was my unintentional move. I didn't want to say that, and I regretted it when I left my mouth.

Takeshi Momoshiro's face collapsed. I knew he was angry. After all, my "funeral" was too hurtful. It was my fault. I apologized to him, "I'm sorry..."

Takeshi Momoshiro snorted, but his face was still not pretty.

At this time, Fuji Zhouzhu suddenly came over, "A Tao, did you write it yourself?"

"correct."

"Then give me one, I want to wear it too, it looks very fun."

"But it's gone, it's the last one in Xueyang's hand." Taocheng said.

"Then can Xueyang give it to me? I want to wear it, so you can give it to me."

Fuji Zhouzhu smiled, that smile was like a ray of breeze, tinged with sweetness in the impetuous air.

I glanced at him gratefully, knowing that he was trying to save me.

In fact, if you think about it, Buer Zhouzhu is really good. As long as you don’t mess with him, he will never embarrass you. He has a black belly, but he cares about the feelings of the people around him. A seemingly inadvertent move is very good. It resolved the embarrassment between me and Takeshi Momoshiro.

Momoshiro Takeshi finally laughed, ran to the side and raised a banner, cheering up.

I looked at Fuji Shusuke, and he asked me to put it on for him.

Zhou Zhu is 168 tall, and I have to tiptoe to touch his forehead.

His hair is a beautiful brown, and when the sun shines on it, it seems to be plated with a layer of dazzling gold, which makes people blinded.

When I put a turban on him, I couldn’t help touching his hair, which was soft, and somehow my heart beat a little faster. The clean and elegant fragrance of orchids from Fuer Zhouzhu’s body came over me, which smelled surprisingly good. I couldn't help but took two breaths.

"Okay..." I tied it up for him.

"Thank you."

Fuji Zhouzhu still had his signature smile, like a spring breeze.

"I should say thank you to you, thank you for saving me." I scratched my neck.

"It's ok."

He smiled all over the city again, turned and left, and followed the big team to report.

I heard Eiji Kikumaru pointing at him and laughing. The carefree Kikumaru said that Shousuke looked ugly wearing a turban.

But Buer Zhouzhu didn't say anything, even if he looked ugly, he still wore it like that.

I licked my lips, and the air seemed to be filled with that quiet orchid fragrance, which made my mouth dry.

(End of this chapter)