I Rubbed Nukes in My Hands and Became a Ghost Wife Control / Lolicon I Became a Young Wife Control

"It's also...well, don't worry about it, do you want to try the troll?"

"Yo!"

"Well…"

In the sky, Sachiko, who finally imprinted all the configuration of this house in her mind, stopped, looked down at the two people below, and after waiting for a long while without Mo Liang looking up, the little girl sighed helplessly

"It's boring to say..."

……

"Yeah~ I really learned a lot today, even if there is another chill, I can guarantee that the mountain dog will be killed every time, right?"

"...yes?"

"Well, Ah Mo is also a soldier, and his skills are trustworthy... But I forgot to ask how to use the sniper rifle."

"...Obviously I have everything to say"

Mo Liang: "... what?"

"I heard from the person next to me that the gun is a man's wife or something..."

"No, no, it's a car, right? A car is a man's first wife, and a gun is at best a mistress."

Saying so, Mo Liang patted on the steering wheel and dashboard again, seeing Xing Zi's cheeks puffed up, and his little head gently bumped against Mo Liang's back without saying a word

Feeling the weak force coming from behind that was not enough to even shake his own body, Mo Liang raised his brows, slowed down calmly and stepped aside, then tilted his head to look at the little girl behind him who was obviously vomiting

"Sachiko... angry?"

"I didn't say..."

No... obviously angry, right?

"Well...don't worry too much about it, I'm not the kind of guy who hugs inorganic things."

"What Mo Liang likes has nothing to do with me...just"

"only?"

The gradually increasing strength from the waist forced Mo Liang to shift part of his attention from watching the road to the girl behind him again.

"If you're alone...you'll be lonely..."

"..."

In the scorching summer, even though the sun has already set, the air is still filled with an astonishing heat, not only the surrounding traffic, but also the motor of the car under the buttocks is making a violent humming sound

Facing the warm wind blowing in front of him, Mo Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly removed his left hand, which is crucial for braking, from the handle, and gently placed it on the little hand on his waist

"It's okay, no matter what happens, unless you are tired of Sachiko, I will always be here by your side"

"Hmm~"

That being said, Sachiko's arm used a little extra force.

But fortunately, there was no such situation as 'someone is going to punch you in the chest~', fortunately, fine...

But there is also a bad point

At least, before leaving, Mo Liang, who replenished a lot of water in the 37th game, now looks extremely uncomfortable

Then, his eyes swept to a building with a strange shape beside the road, and then he turned on the right turn signal completely instinctively, turned directly up the small slope of the blind sidewalk, and went straight to the building.

And behind him, as if feeling that Murliang had deviated from the route, Xingzi raised her head in a daze, looking at this huge trapezoidal building that stood out among the square buildings.

"Shu Province... Art Museum?"

……

"Yeah~ It's really great that this thing hasn't been dismantled"

"Why do you say that?"

"Hmm... I remember seeing it when I was in elementary school, right? But at that time, there were no people except when it was completed... Seems like? If I didn't come in, I wouldn't remember these things, well, there are no public toilets around here. One thing is true"

"Huh~"

But unfortunately, the builders of this place are still willing to spend money, even if it looks like they can’t make ends meet, they haven’t forgotten to hire someone to clean it, and the toilet looks quite bright, so that Mo Liang can release the water with peace of mind

It's like this, it's a bit troublesome to talk to Sachiko who is standing outside

"Obviously I've seen it before..."

Well, this is Xingzi's complaint when Mo Liang forcibly pressed her against the door of the men's toilet to prevent her from entering. Fortunately, the place is deserted enough, even if Mo Liang opened his mouth...

Well, shoutouts will still catch the attention of those few visitors

"Huh... let's go then"

"Hmm... don't you want to see it?"

"It's nothing to look at..."

Mo Liang doesn't think there will be any good works in this kind of place where children's tickets are not divided into [-] yuan... Even if there is, he can't see it, right?

Rather than appreciating works that are more historically symbolic than the artist's work on the painting, Mo Liang might as well do something else

Of course, if it is a world-class famous painting that came to this place just after the world exhibition, Mo Liang would be interested in following it... Well, following is not just to watch, but simply to see if there is someone who can do it. It is best to have a gun. Thirty or forty is not too many, it is best that an army can come

Watching the fun is not too big a deal!

Our slogan is—————

Do something!

Make trouble! !

Do something! ! !

As long as the fire doesn't burn his head, the bigger the matter, the better!

"But it's not possible here"

"...Yes~"

Looking at the "work" in front of him that looked more like graffiti than a painting, Mo Liang deeply felt worthless for the twenty oceans he paid for.

What the hell is this!

"But it feels pretty good"

Because of the previous teaching, Sachiko lowered her voice as much as possible, and looked in the direction of her fingers, a huge painting occupying a wall alone

......

Thanks to 'Dong Qinghao' for the three tickets_(:3」∠)_

Chapter 470 It's a Person

It seems to be a work of the realistic department... Well, the word "seems" must be added, because even Mo Liang, who insists on "real life does not need eyesight", still feels that the author of this painting is really trying his best to want Write down everything you saw with a brush

However, it is too fairytale style, just like the residence of elves in western myths and legends, full of mystery and beautiful forests, young elves stick their heads out in the woods, looking curiously at this ordinary and lucky to witness all this visitors

Very nice isn't it?It belongs to the kind that can make a group of people shout 'this loli is my daughter! 'Then silently set this painting as my wallpaper... To be honest, Mo Liang has such an impulse

Although I can't see the girl's appearance clearly, it adds a bit of hazy beauty

I have to deny the superb craftsmanship of the painter—anyway, for Mo Liang, good-looking is enough to be called superb

Throwing it on the Internet and throwing it on the P website is a big touch!

But to be honest... even from his point of view, it is not suitable for a dull place like an art museum... This point of view is a bit close to his previous idea

But it is also true that what this painting wants to express and what it wants to paint makes the purpose of this painting far from realism.

It's not bad. On the contrary, this painting is too lively and ethereal. The atmosphere displayed by the whole painting impacts the atmosphere of this art museum in all directions.

This is definitely a crazy and troublesome painting drawn by a painter who wants to cause trouble brought in by a person in charge who wants to cause trouble

Although it also deserves the title of 'work of art'

Unfortunately there is no electronic version

"Too fantastic, isn't it?"

"Ok?"

At this moment, Mo Liang noticed the young man who came to him at some point and looked at the painting in front of him together.

He is estimated to be about 26 or seven years old, with a well-trimmed beard, a head of pale golden mid-length hair tied into a ponytail behind his head, and a young man with blue eyes

And he's a very familiar person

“So it doesn’t fit this place”

And in terms of self-acquaintance...Although Mo Liang dare not say that he is also very strong, at least he is very good at cooperating with other people's behaviors, and he is very natural to pick up the conversation right now

And it's from the heart

"This painting is more suitable for other places, such as the kind of..."

"Own Exhibition"

"That's right! There shouldn't be only one, it should be accompanied by a series of paintings, a single painting is too lonely"

I don't know if Xingzi's chanting just now played a role, but Mo Liang blurted out this word when he was at a loss for words

Such a painting shouldn't exist here alone...it's too far away

At the very least, it must be placed together with the works of many tentacles on the P station to be valuable and meaningful, so that there will be no strong sense of existence and disobedience that can be felt when passing by

Well, come to think of it this way, using the word 'loneliness' is a bit subtle...

"Lonely...that's right! It's loneliness! You're a genius!"

Mo Liang: "..."

However, it was recognized

Before Mo Liang could continue to say a few words, the young man shook his head and strode away without looking back. The braids behind his head were shaking from side to side. This kind of bewildering behavior made Mo Liang The corners of the mouth twitched slightly, not knowing what to say

"Lucaan...Fanfield?"