Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

He began to decorate a lot of rooms. Judging from the style and layout materials of the rooms, it should be in a world similar to ancient China, and this is also a girl's boudoir.

Opening the quilt, he wanted to observe the surrounding environment.

"hiss…"

The wound was affected, and Wang Lie couldn't help taking a breath. This was the first time he was injured like this. Even the time he was in the world was far less severe than this time. The front and back were transparent, and a large piece of meat and internal organs were missing. Otherwise, his physique is terrifying, and he might have been too cold.

Looking at it, the wound has been simply bandaged, and the blood that has diffused and penetrated has turned black for a while.

"Squeak."

Wang Lie's pupils shrank, and he landed lightly, standing behind the screen.

The door opened a gap, and a small head poked out.

"Hey, where are people?"

The voice was suppressed, very small, as if afraid of being heard.

Then the door was pushed open, and a girl wearing an apricot-yellow ancient women's costume walked in.

She seems to be only twelve or thirteen years old, but her development is quite good, bulging, a little baby fat, but her facial features are unbelievably delicate.

The big eyes rolled, glanced at the opened quilt, glanced at his boudoir, then directly locked the screen, took a step back, ready to escape at any time.

"You're awake."

Here Wang Lie also knew that he had been discovered, so he walked out in embarrassment.

"Well, I just woke up, did you save me?"

"Shh!" The girl who came in hastily raised her slender fingers to her mouth, her braids dangling behind her, and she got in at once, closing the door at the same time, glaring at Wang Lie and lowering her voice:

"Don't speak so loudly! Daddy will hear you!"

Daddy?

Wang Lie nodded, but he inquired about the world he came here.

"Summon request 74: Huang Rong on Peach Blossom Island in the martial arts world's sculpture stage, asking for help, resurrecting mother Feng Heng, difficulty A+."

His face turned bitter.

resurrection?

I am afraid that this kind of task will be difficult to complete this time, so I can only wait for the ability to come here.

He looked at this eccentric little girl in a complicated manner.

Huang Rong.

How many women of childhood or youth in the hearts of men his age in the original world.

When the woman in the yellow clothes appeared on the stage, how many young hearts were captured in an instant.

The Huang Rong in front of me is still twelve or thirteen years old, but her delicate face is a hundred times more beautiful and lovely than the actress in the novel on TV, and this abnormally large...

"Look what!"

Looking at him like this, little Huang Rong couldn't help frowning, and stopped her approaching steps, slightly covering her bulging clothes with her hands, and glared at Wang Lie viciously.

"look at you."

Wang Lie smiled.

At this age, little Huang Rong knew about human affairs, her little face flushed slightly.

"Don't look at it."

Wang Lie shook his head. "That's not okay, it's my freedom to see beautiful things."

The eyes are clear and sincere, and there is no desire at that time.

Xiao Huangrong observed carefully suspiciously before letting go of her grudges.

Wang Lie was a little lucky, he was not an honest person.

It was also because he had tossed hard enough on Karina and Ophelia before, and his body is also weak now, otherwise it would not be so easy to get away with it.

"Hey, let's eat." Little Huang Rong took out the small lunch box she was carrying.

Wang Lie took it, opened the lid, and immediately there was a pleasant smell of food.

A bowl of glutinous rice porridge with full rice grains lay quietly in the lunch box, and Wang Lie looked at the girl with softer eyes.

No matter how eccentric, this girl is always kind.

Little Huang Rong felt a little uncomfortable being watched. "What are you looking at, you've been in a coma for two days, hurry up and eat something."

Little Huang Rong was originally from the Tsundere type.

Wang Lie smiled, nodded, and then swept away the fragrant millet porridge in two or three gulps, before continuing to look at the girl with unsatisfied desire.

The twin ponytails tied with red ribbons behind the side bun, the delicate little face that can be broken by blowing blows, the fair skin and beautiful collarbone, looking at the high-raised skirt...

"I have a question!"

Wang Lie suddenly asked: