As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

I actually regretted it when I said it.

I have discovered that I really have intermittent brain cramps, especially after I let go mentally, it seems that I have less and less time to spend my brain.

Really blurted out accidentally.

This time, I saw that Bishui seemed to be stagnant for a while.

Xiao Wutiao was even more "na na" and didn't say a word. He was too shocked. He was slightly influenced by me. He probably didn't know for a moment that I was joking. He really thought that Sister Zi and I had an affair. What.

She even turned her head a little stiffly to look at Sister Zi, with a look of "what the hell happened" and "when did you have a mistress".

There is even a feeling that the little partner has betrayed him, secretly engaged in a date and bullied him.

On the contrary, Sister Zi herself seems to accept it well.He likes beautiful things, and it just so happens that my face fits his aesthetics very well.

"Wife?" He still had cherry stones on the tip of his protruding tongue, which was dyed purple between his lips and teeth. I really didn't go to the wrong set, right? This look is really astringent—"It's still the first This is the first time someone calls me that."

I’ve already said it all, but if I talk back at this time, it will be a failure. Since I want to pursue excitement, I have to follow through to the end.

So I leaned back very calmly, "I like 'beautiful', whether it's things or people, of course beautiful ones should be called my wife—by the way, I don't mind if you call me my wife~"

What's this called? It's called doing what you like.

"I have been sharpening myself very hard. From the body to the spirit, I am the beautiful me who opens up everything." Sister Zi is not humble at all. He does have the capital to say that, beauty regardless of gender.

At the same time, she is very frank and does not hide her love for beauty at all.

"Are you the one invited by Xiaoliu?" He almost turned over from a place a few meters away from me at once. His height of [-] was unusually light, and he couldn't even hear the sound of his toes landing. It's very close to me.

I just want to say that anime beauties really have no pores!

Beauty is beauty, but it is aggressive, with an irreducible sharpness between the brows—maybe it is the habit of people who use swords.

He pinched my chin with his fingertips, and looked around, as if I was also very satisfied, "It is indeed a beautiful child——no, can I call it 'child'?"

Of course it can!

Although you are so beautiful, you are also thirty. In the world of anime, there seems to be nothing wrong with using this word.

I won't let people tease me, so I touched his wrist with my backhand, pressed my fingers against the skin and picked them into his close-fitting cuffs, and rubbed them, "What does the beautiful old lady want to call you?" It's all possible."

Don't get me wrong, although I'm coquettish, I didn't intend to take the initiative to gay him, mainly because I had something to do.

After all, I'm thinking of cooperating with Bishuili to make trouble and backstab him. Xiao Wutiao is easier to deal with, but Miss Zi's combat power is too strong and she has a lot of combat experience, so it's not so easy to fool. Of course I have to advance Get ready.

Invisibly under the cloth, the skin between me began to ooze blood.

Just treat it as a wedding leave for you guys, so go on a tour with me.

There isn't much blood, but the things and consciousness contained in it are enough.

Sister Zi is a very sensitive person. After all, her combat power is quite top-notch in the whole series, but my finger is directly attached to his skin, and the blood naturally penetrates into his skin directly along the close-fitting skin. The cells are lined up in an orderly manner, which is not even as obvious to the human body perception as the few times I pressed slightly harder.

It's really possible. Before the blood cells could be recycled into the body, I felt that if they could seep through my skin, they would definitely be able to seep into other people's bodies as well.

What a good dark chess, it is simply the best choice for making trouble.

"But it's a pity, you're not my type." Sister Zi might have thought that I was teasing him with those two strokes, but in fact, I was just to be on the safe side. His hand was released from his chin, and he picked Holding a strand of hair in his hand, he stood up straight.

That is to say, my hair is long, so I don’t have to cooperate with him to stand up, “It’s the same color as Xiaoliu, but brighter—it’s similar to when Xiaoliu activates his ability, right?”

I know he's not asking me.

but!yes!I choose to answer.

"Bisuikun is indeed gorgeous, but no matter how gorgeous the fireworks are, they are short-lived." I tilted my head and said with a smirk, "It's fleeting."

In fact, I want to imply that I know that it is very 666 to use the power with all my strength than the water flow, but your body is still hanging on your life, so the ability can't be used much, so it's better to save it.

But I always feel that Bishuiliu has misunderstood something.

Listening to me, he was almost staring straight at me, and I had no doubt that if he could move, he would pounce on him, or at least do something else.

Such eyes are really penetrating.

Especially since the room isn't exactly bright.

"Is this... your will? Or is it your suggestion?" Does it make any difference?

I was confused all of a sudden, because I already felt that Bishuiliu and I were talking about the same thing, and they were talking about completely different things.

Let me guess, is it his ideal that makes him care?

He thought I said that his ideal was fleeting - it seems that it is not impossible to say so.

The question is what is the difference between suggestion and will!

It is obvious that it cannot move than the flow of water, but at this time, it seems to have a thousand kinds of momentum.

It seemed that he was going to beat me up in the next moment, which made me want to follow my heart.

However, at this point, it is impossible to be cowardly, no matter what happens, it is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth anyway!

"Who knows~" I tried to use a casual tone, maybe these riddlers just like my attitude, "It depends on what you think in the end."

Because they spoke more seriously than Shui Liu, Sister Zi, Xiao Wutiao and Uncle Hui even breathed lightly, and did not make any movements that would attract people's attention, quietly listening to our conversation.

"My will—it won't change." Bi Shuiliu really didn't hesitate, and there was no excitement in his tone, but it was much harsher than a yelling voice. I don't think he's the kind who would accept evasion The type, this kind of person who lives to idealize one thing, is terrible.

Look at the lord, look at Uchiha Madara, aren't they all of this type?

"But the world does not depend on people's will." Materialism, understand.

Bi Shuiliu seemed a little reluctant to hear such words, and said word by word: "Then let the world shift because of will."

Idealism is no good, so be sober.

You don't even have the aura of the protagonist, what do you use to change it?

To me, it looks more like water, with a gloomy look on its face, as if a victim on the sea is holding on to the last piece of driftwood.

It's so pure, so pure.

But now the lieutenant is still alive.

I was thinking, if I help him, can he directly defeat the golden lieutenant this time and get the slate in advance.

The faster he moves, the sooner my story can end.

"But your body can't support your consciousness." It was rare for me to be serious. My blood cells entered Sister Zi's body and still maintained contact with me to a certain extent, and they fused well.

Therefore, what I thought earlier was that it is feasible to use my own blood cells to activate Bishuiliu's body. Although it is still a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but—in his hanging state, it would be good to treat the symptoms.

I rubbed my nose, and then I heard something rattle on the special wheelchair at Bishuiliu.A black screen in front of him lit up, shimmering in his face, but the privacy screen made it impossible for me to see what was written on it.

But obviously, I felt Bishuiliu's eyes light up a bit.It's not because the light from the electronic screen shines on for a while, but because the highlights flicker.

It disappeared quickly, just for a moment.

So close that I thought it was my own illusion.

Suddenly a gust of wind gushed in from the open window, and an emerald green parrot flew in, flapping its wings and landing on Bishuiliu's shoulder.

It has the same shape as the parrot I cut before, but the difference is that this parrot has a sense of life.It's not the same as last time's machine.

"Qinzaka is back, what letter did you bring?" Sister Zi went over and stroked the feathers of the green parrot, just like scratching the chin of a cat. I think the green parrot enjoyed it very much.

Xiao Wutiao probably didn't want to continue to see Bi Shuiliu's appearance of fighting a trapped beast just now, so he immediately amplified his voice on purpose, and said in a brisk and natural tone: "It must be good news, good news!"

He got out of Uncle Hui's hand and jumped behind Bi Shuiliu, looking like he was making a fuss, but his hand didn't really rest on Bi Shuiliu's body, but was pressed behind his wheelchair, sticking his head out Go to the screen.

I said that the small five items are simple, so now I have to add one, which is also very simple than the water flow.

Although the setting of Bishuiliu is already the position of the boss behind the scenes, this does not conflict with his "simplicity".

Scheming returns to scheming, simplicity returns to simplicity.

He is scheming to use all available people and methods in order to accomplish his goals. Even Brother Monkey betrayed the red group and ran away with his handwriting. He was able to drag such a humiliating body that could not take care of himself for the last chance. Dormant for many years.

But simplicity, the purity and simplicity of others, has only one purpose and goal, so no matter what he does, he can deduce it in reverse.

Just like now, at this point in time, his apparent flash of light must have something to do with his plan.

Breaking my fingers, Duo Liang is still alive, which means that Brother Zun's situation is very stable, and it also means that the conflict between Qing Chi and Qing Chi has not been intensified to such an extent, and the power of the king has not been weakened.

There has already been a problem with his step. At this time, it is impossible to start with the original plan, and the new plan has not yet been launched. Letting go of the golden lieutenant who is temporarily unable to take action and the gray-green of their own camp Two kings.

Isn't that obvious from the rest of the answer?

"I thought it was amazing, but that's all." Xiao Wutiao saw clearly what was on Bishui Liu's screen, and raised his chin, like a somewhat arrogant young master.With a proud tone, it is obvious that Bi Shui Liu can use this smooth happiness to turn over the bad mood just now.

For such a sick and weak body, mood is also a big influencing factor of physical state.

That's why I said that the structure of the "family" of parents and brothers in the green group is slightly different from the concept of "family" in the red group, which is somewhat similar to the mafia.

I saw Bi Shuiliu looking at me, as if he wanted to see what I was going to say.

Of course I don't intend to be polite, I already guessed what you guys are talking about, when will I not pretend to be aggressive at this time?

But my nose moved, and I suddenly felt that I smelled a strange smell. When I suddenly realized it, what I originally wanted to say turned a corner, "Dish, is it mushy?"

Immediately afterwards, I saw smoke coming from the cooking counter behind me——

Uncle Hui, didn't you even turn off the fire just now!

You caused my spellcasting to be interrupted.

And, I'm really hungry, can you cook me something that doesn't cause cancer?