Zhong Zhong once wondered about Wu's past, at least how Wu lived and learned spells 15 years ago before he appeared.

"You—" At this time, Wu always flicked the forehead of the clock, but there was a melancholy in his expression that didn't match his words.

Which girl does not have a spring, except for the clock who is pretending to be.

At present, it seems that the only place he admires is Wu Wu, who has been with him for almost seven years - strong enough, beautiful enough!

At this moment, the clock is a little dumbfounded at this poor little compliment.Even if you are thanking me for saving my life, don't give me such a knowing blow!

Can a big boy use beautiful words?cannot!

"Hey, little pitiful, I want to tell you something now." The clock cleaned up the bottomed soup bowl, and wiped the corners of the little pitiful mouth, "I really want to thank me, remember, in the future I will use handsome Praise, understand? Remember, brother, I am very handsome, do you understand?"

The cheeks that were close together, with a fresh breath, and the vitality of a flawless young face, were fatally attractive to the dying wound on the mat.

Those red-lidded eyes froze suddenly, like stagnant water, but different colors gushed out from inside.

However, the clock felt dull and the surrounding air seemed to heat up, and the breathing that hit his face became heavier.

"Little poor, you... what's wrong with you?"

"Ho... ho... handsome..." The voice was as difficult as ever, "very... handsome..."

Clock felt a little pantothenic, he made a joke but was taken seriously, and practiced seriously, this feeling of being taken seriously is extraordinarily novel.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel Huahua, passerby, it feels great to be valued by you (≧?≦)/

Thank you for the nutrient solution irrigated by the little angel Liezi, a book is satisfying, burp (≧?≦)/

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