v2 Chapter 859： What is like

Zhou Hao looked at Xiaodi and suddenly felt that the other party was really pitiful.

Because if Xiaodi is really an aboriginal of the Haotian Realm, then the place where she lives is a place that has been aggressively invaded.

As an aboriginal, she has no home...

Fortunately, the monks who came here almost only thought about how to cultivate and how to pass the Tianzun Pass to become stronger, so they ignored the weak Xiaodi.

Otherwise, even a hundred small flutes will not escape the clutches of the clutches.

Xiaodi may not know what the aggressor meant.

In other words, the Vast Sky Realm was originally a pure land, with local aboriginals, just like the Da Luo Realm; but one day, a monk found that the aura in the Vast Sky Realm was very rich and it was a great practice, so he came to the Vast Sky Realm. Cultivating here, and then, more monks discovered this holy place for cultivation; so, more monks, like tides, flooded into the Haotian realm.

Some of them are greedy, so they have friction with the local indigenous people.

At the beginning, it may be just a small friction, no one cares about it, but in the end, this small friction has become the key to the survival of the race.

Either all the foreign monks withdrew from the Vast Sky Realm, or all the residents in the Vast Sky Realm perished.

As a result, the aborigines of the Haotian Realm had a devastating battle with the foreign monks. At the end of this battle, the foreign monks won, because they were far from constant and very powerful.

The aborigines of the Vast Sky Realm lost this war, they lost their homeland, and even became the lowest race in the Vast Sky Realm.

After that, they gradually, gradually, the number became smaller and smaller, knowing that they disappeared in the long river of history...

Of course, this was contrived by Zhou Hao.

"Zhou Hao, what are you thinking about?" Xiaodi patted Zhou Hao and woke him up.

Zhou Hao shook his mind, his consciousness returned to reality, and said, "No, I didn't think about anything!"

"Huh, you lied!"

Xiaodi looked at him strangely and said, "You obviously think I am very pitiful."

"..." Zhou Hao paused, looking at each other curiously, wondering how she would know what she was thinking?

Xiaodi said triumphantly, "I can read my mind!"

"Uh...well." Zhou Hao nodded, and quickly restrained himself from thinking about nasty things.

What, for example, what happened with this little flute, or this little flute is attracted to him, or what, what, what...

"Do you think I would like you?" Xiaodi looked at Zhou Hao and suddenly asked seriously.

Zhou Hao's eyes widened for an instant, looked at the other person, and said incredibly: "You can really read your mind!"

Xiaodi didn't care about his surprised question, but said: "How does it feel to like you?"

"This...like is like, and when you like it, you will naturally know." Zhou Hao went over it in a perfunctory manner.

"Then how do I like you? Why do I like you?"

Xiaodi opened his big, blank eyes, looked at Zhou Hao hesitantly, and waited for Zhou Hao to answer.

Zhou Hao wondered at this moment, does this young lady really don't know what she likes?

"You really don't know what it's like to like someone?" He asked Xiaodi.

Xiaodi shook his head and said, "This is the first time I have heard someone tell me ‘like’ this thing."

Looking at Xiaodi's clear and energetic eyes, his cute round face, his small nose and cherry-like rosy mouth, Zhou Hao felt his heart burned and it was beating fast... .