Chapter 109

The unexpected is not annoying

Zhu Zhuqing had such a mind, but he didn't show it at all.

She said coldly, "if you didn't see your eyes open, you wouldn't have done these things to me just now."

She is very smart. Even if Tang Muchen deliberately tilts her, she will understand the principle in a moment.

"Allah, it's seen."

Tang Muchen smiled.

"I did it on purpose. What's the matter?"

He speaks in such an irritating way.

"No, I just think you're a ghost."

Zhu Zhuqing turned his head and said in a loud voice.

Tang Muchen saw that there was a play. Just now his own wave of operation made Zhu Zhuqing open the conversation box.

This is the rhythm of getting on base.

Come on, come on.

"Oh? Don't all girls like bad boys now? "

"I think he is handsome and can chat with girls."

Tang Muchen was teasing.

"But I don't like it."

Zhu Zhuqing's faint way.

"Moreover, you are bad and beautiful. You did it, but your appearance is up to the standard."

I lost it. Don't tell the truth.

And I still look indifferent, which makes me very lost.

I'm sorry I'm not so handsome, but even if I miss one of the sharp tools of being a scum man, I can still succeed.

But not fighting back is not Tang Muchen's style.

"I remember you don't like handsome, and there is a big gap between you now and before."

"Don't you think it's interesting to chat with a bad and dirty person like me?"

Tang Muchen immediately a violent impact.

"Boring."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know how to talk to the big sex wolf, and felt that the more he said, the more he set himself up. It was a little dangerous. She decided to interrupt his questioning.

The girl didn't want to talk, and naturally he wouldn't say more.

Moderation is a steelyard. If it tilts, it's not good.

At the same time, the girl's mind is a steelyard, perhaps more exquisite, so it's good to stop.

Tang Muchen knew the essence of this way.

"Go back."

For a long time, no one spoke, only two people breathed silently.

Zhu Zhuqing is a little tired. Maybe she feels crispy after several close contacts with Tang Muchen.

Before she left, she unconsciously told Tang Muchen her purpose.

That's a good sign.

Before Zhu Zhuqing, perhaps according to her own understanding, she was alone and wouldn't talk more nonsense.

Today's situation has changed her.

Where no one sees again, she has changed a little.

The little girl left. To be honest, it was a little boring.

Tang Muchen can only continue to practice those ghosts and beasts and exercise his actual combat ability.

Unfortunately, the strength here is not very good. I can only be hanged by myself.

The soul beast was too oppressed by his own blood. Tang Muchen still couldn't find an opponent outside the forest.

After a while, I have to leave here and go to the scum people in the Wulin hall.

The days of parting from Zhu Zhuqing are getting closer and closer.

The relationship between Tang Muchen and Zhu Zhuqing has changed, but it is still far from being like, and can not be forced.

What shall I do?

He seemed to think of a good way, smiling like a fox.

……

The wind of autumn brings bursts of noise, and the withered and yellow leaves fall one after another. The whole world seems golden. It is also the beauty of living alone in autumn.

Tang Muchen sang a little song all the way back to cheyu.

But unexpectedly found that Zhu Zhuqing was not practicing in the car, but cooking soup.

She should have some experience with this, because her movement of turning the spoon and the expression of spoon soup don't seem to be kidding.

I didn't expect a person who can't even wash the dishes to cook soup.

Tang Muchen blindly guessed that Zhu Zhuqing lived on dry food and roast fish all the way.

"Zhuqing, what are you eating today?"

Tang Muchen leaned over with a smile.

"Yo, I never thought you would cook wild fungus soup."

Floating on the pot are some strains.

"It's not difficult."

Zhu Zhuqing said faintly.

"You can't wash the dishes. You're all thumbs."

"No."

"Although this is the first time I wash the dishes, the soul master of Min attack department will not make such a low-level mistake."

"I just thought your eyes were a little hot, but I didn't expect it to affect my speed."

Zhu Zhuqing stared at himself.

[I lose, this sentence means, man, will you affect my drawing speed?]

"I thought it was really my reason. As a result, I understood that a soul staring at me made me goose bumps."

"Ah, it's my fault."

Tang Muchen pointed to himself.

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, wash your hands and drink soup."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say much.

[good guy, is the kitten bad?]

Tang Muchen tut his mouth secretly, but he still obediently washed his hands, took a bowl and soup.

A bowl of warm wild fungus soup.

"Not bad."

Tang Muchen gave a thumbs up.

Without being stingy with his praise, he continued, "it's lucky for anyone to marry you."

Zhu Zhuqing turned his head and ignored him, but his movements became brisk.

Sure enough, she washed the dishes clean and fast this time.

"It seems that it's really my fault."

Tang Muchen touched his nose.

"Are my eyes so hot?"

This is really a mystery.

The night came quietly.

There was no more communication between the two people, but their own cultivation.

Zhu Zhuqing cultivates in the chariot.

Tang Muchen sat on the ground to practice.

By the way, act as a flower escort.

It was clear and crisp in autumn, the sky quietly darkened, and a roar sounded in the gray sky.

The thunder is a little loud.

If nothing happens, it should rain in less than a quarter of an hour.

Thin rustle, the sky quietly falling a fine rain curtain

Moisten the earth bit by bit.

Moistening things silently coincides with the autumn rain.

Tang Muchen had retired from cultivation when it rained.

But he didn't act. He was waiting for a chance.

Zhu Zhuqing, who is cold outside and hot inside, should not let himself go.

Well, the waiting time is a little long

Tang Muchen has become a drowned chicken. Zhu Zhuqing hasn't found himself in yet.

It shouldn't be wrong. Wait.

I must achieve the poor effect of this wave of costumes.

Brush.

The sound of the curtain being pulled open.

Finally, dad has been waiting for a quarter of an hour. Shit

Tang Muchen turned his head.

Zhu Zhuqing's face is still plain.

"Come in, it's raining."

[continuous autumn rain, I like it for you.]

With this in mind, he stepped into the car.

Tang Muchen was wet and uncomfortable.

Zhu Zhuqing looked in his eyes: "you change your clothes."

The hidden meaning is that you will catch cold.

"Order."

Although this guy has rough skin and thick meat, he won't get sick.