Quick Wear: Who Let a Three-Year-Old Save the World?

Chu Nanxun sighed helplessly, "Miao Miao, first of all, men and women cannot sleep together."

"Also, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making the coffins connected?" Chu Nanxun couldn't believe Miaomiao's brilliant idea.

The coffin needed to be innovative. When Chu Nanxun connected his coffin with Miaomiao's pink coffin, he felt a darkness before his eyes.

How come two-bedroom, one-living-room coffins are becoming popular in the coffin world?

"Okay, stop it."

"Okay." Miaomiao looked at her pink coffin with regret.

Chu Nanxun was speechless. What are you regretting?

After finally getting over this, Chu Nanxun and Miaomiao found a comfortable position on the sofa.

Miaomiao was shaking his legs, looking like a big shot, which made Chu Nanxun's mouth twitch, "Grandson, what do you want to see?"

"Cartoons, right?" All children love to watch this. This was the first time Chu Nanxun was so considerate of others.

Unexpectedly, Miaomiao looked at Chu Nanxun with a very strange look, and uttered a sentence with difficulty, "Okay."

She really didn't expect that each of her grandson's hobbies was so unique.

It’s just a cartoon, who asked her to spoil him.

In fact, Chu Nanxun was also puzzled and said that this person must be old, but at first glance he looks like a three-year-old child.

But you may say that she is young, but why is she more proficient in using these electronic products than him?

The system smiled: It’s nothing special, it’s just a matter of practice.

The vampires are no longer the same as before. After thousands of years of changes, some of them have hidden among humans, while some hate contact with humans and have begun to live in seclusion.

People like Chu Nanxun can be considered semi-reclusive. He wants to hide, but sometimes he also wants to interact with humans. He feels half-dead every day and even wants to commit suicide.

In short, he is very contradictory.

Miaomiao had no idea how conflicted he was because she was busy choosing a program, and soon a program attracted Miaomiao.

"Grandson, this looks good." Miaomiao pointed at the screen excitedly.

Looking in the direction of her finger, Chu Nanxun fell silent. If he remembered correctly, this was the animal world.

"Is this, a cartoon?" Chu Nanxun's tone revealed hesitation.

"Yes, it's a movie with animal scenes." Miaomiao explained seriously.

Chu Nanxun: No, this child is illiterate.

Miaomiao tilted her head and said, "Grandson, let's watch it together."

"Okay." Chu Nanxun gritted his teeth and compromised.

Looking at the groundhog foraging for food on the screen, Chu Nanxun felt that it was laughing at him.

Phew, I want to die again.

— — — —

There had been no news from Rose Castle for a long time, and the Third Elder was a little panicked, "No way."

The person he sent in was a human being, so nothing should happen to him. According to Chu Nanxun's personality, the most he would do was to drive him out and then warn himself.

But now, it was eerily quiet, and the third elder kept pacing anxiously.

"Elder, there is a letter."

The third elder quickly took it, opened it, and saw a crooked drawing of a turtle on it.

The third elder crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it hard on the face of the vampire who delivered the letter.

"Is this the letter? Is this all you want me to see?"

"Ah, look for yourselves." The third elder roared angrily.

Gene was stunned and picked up the paper without knowing what was going on. "Is this a turtle or a tortoise?"

The Third Elder was almost laughing out of anger, "What's the difference?"

"Why, do I still need to distinguish between a tortoise and a turtle, which one is more noble?"

This is a provocation, a blatant provocation.

The third elder naturally understood that his plan had failed, but he still had other ways.

Since there was no way to win over the adult secretly, he went to negotiate in person.

He just didn't believe that he couldn't deal with Chu Nanxun.

The little turtle was made by Miaomiao. That day, Miaomiao was in Chu Nanxun's study, leisurely eating the double snacks given to her by Gu Wan and Fang Shu.

Chu Nanxun suddenly smiled at her. Miaomiao made a quick decision and ran away, saying there was a trap.

Unexpectedly, Chu Nanxun was faster than him and stopped her at the door. "Why are you running, little ancestor?"

Miaomiao swallowed her saliva and grabbed a little of the snack in her hand with a pained look on her face. "Here, no more."

Looking at the few scattered pieces in his hand and the big bag in Miaomiao's arms, Chu Nanxun felt that his importance in her heart was just this much.

It’s okay, he’s not jealous, he’s not angry, and he won’t be so angry that he toss and turn in the middle of the night and think about it.

Chu Nanxun stuffed the snack into his mouth viciously. He had to admit, it tasted really - great.

Then why didn't he have it, Chu Nanxun asked.

Fang Shu and Gu Wan: Don’t ask. Asking too much will not be good for you.

"Little ancestor, come here." Chu Nanxun waved to Miaomiao.

Since she couldn't run away, Miao Miao reluctantly moved her feet and moved closer. Looking at the brightly painted roses on Chu Nanxun's desk, she couldn't help but applaud with admiration, "Grandson, you are so amazing."

"Huahua looks like she's alive, so beautiful." Miaomiao gave her best evaluation, but she still felt a chill on her back.

Chu Nanxun held up his painting and admired it narcissistically, "Perfect, I am indeed a perfect person."

Uncle, he is really abnormal. Should I slap him again to wake him up?

Secretly raising his hand, Miaomiao was about to slap Chu Nanxun.

Chu Nanxun suddenly approached and gave Miao Miao a sinister smile, "Little ancestor, it's your turn now."

"What?" What happened to her? Is she crazy? She just refused.

She would refuse directly.

He grabbed Miaomiao's hand and handed her the pen, "Come, you draw now."

"Just draw a face."

After all, his paintings were too perfect and he couldn't show them to the elders, otherwise it would be such a waste of talent.

Miaomiao was puzzled, "Why does Miaomiao want to paint?"

"Because..." Chu Nanxun suddenly paused. He couldn't say that he asked her to do it because he felt that Miaomiao's paintings were more, um, abstract.

He felt that if he said this out loud, he would be beaten before the Third Elder.

Chu Nanxun's brain was working rapidly, and an idea suddenly occurred to him, "Of course it's because you draw well."

"Yes, that's it. My dear, hurry up and draw it. Once you finish it, I can collect it."

Miaomiao began to paint with half belief and half doubt. During the process, because Miaomiao's painting was too "abstract", Chu Nanxun gave up the idea of ​​asking her to draw a ghost face and asked her to draw a turtle instead.

Sure enough, Miaomiao's masterpiece did not disappoint Chu Nanxun.

At the same time, it was truly achieved, a painting made a certain vampire so angry that he broke down.

However, when Chu Nanxun received the self-portrait that Miaomiao drew for him one day, he could no longer laugh.

Eventually, he became the victim.