Chapter 852

Huazhang's music like voice, although young, is particularly pleasant to the ear, as if full of unique charm, enough to stir people's hearts.

It's hard to forget once you hear it.

Is this a child?

In his prime, Mo was a little surprised and sent out a faint doubt from his mouth.

"Who are you...?"

"I am me, fireworks of different colors." The soft waxy voice sounded again.

"What are you... Doing?"

"Save you!"

"Help me?"

"Yes!" The child's voice was higher and full of complacency, "save you by kissing! You see... You have been saved by me, so you should ask me to help the benefactor! "

By... Kissing?!

Suddenly, the dusty memory opened with a click.

Sheng Shimo remembered that Wen churan had used this method to him in the stone room of the villa long, long ago, when he was about to forget, and pulled him back to the brink of death.

Little is known about the way kissing treats asthma.

How could this child

At this time, the ink seemed to realize something. An absurd idea suddenly sprang up in my heart.

It was so absurd that he felt incredible.

He grabbed the child's arm and asked, "who are you? What's your name? From where? And... Where's your mother? "

Faced with a series of questions from men, the little milk can didn't want to answer at all.

He saved him with good intentions. He's still so fierce!

The little milk jar sent out a dissatisfied cold hum from its nose. The milk fierce said, "as long as you know I saved you, I'm your Savior. As for my name and where I come from, don't ask. Anyway, I won't tell you! And... Don't think I saved you, you can soak my hemp! Hum, don't think about it! "

"I..." Sheng Shimo was about to explain.

The little milk can suddenly screamed "Oh! I'm going to be late! "

Then, he kicked the man open, grabbed his hand, got up from the man, and rushed out without even peeing.

Sheng Shimo, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to open his heavy eyelids. Through the small cracks in his eyes, he only vaguely saw a small figure, stared at his short legs and ran away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Almost only a few seconds, when the ink could no longer support, the eyelids closed and completely lost consciousness.

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The little milk can rushed back to the audition venue. The little fried dough sticks were standing outside the rest room. When they saw him coming, they immediately rushed forward and shouted, "my little ancestor, where are you going, and the phone can't get through!"

I couldn't get through?

The little milk can took out the mobile phone from his pocket and found that the mobile phone had been turned off when he played without power.

"What's the matter? Is it coming to me? "

"My little ancestor, a staff called you ten minutes ago. I searched the whole venue and couldn't find your figure!"

"Ah?" The little milk jar was surprised. "What's the number now?"

"The 26th has just played." The little fried dough sticks were about to cry. "It's over, it's over!"

The little milk can looked down and saw the number plate hanging around his neck, which was written with the Arabic numeral 20.

So... It's not that he's approaching, but that he's already missed, or even missed six numbers!