Frog has become a sperm

three photos.

One is Gua Zai squatting on the dining table, holding a fried egg and eating big mouthfuls. There is a hand exposed in the corner of the photo. If you read it correctly, Nanzheng remembers that the table in the restaurant is exactly the same as the one in the photo, and Whose hand is that, of course, needless to say.

The second photo was in the office. The little frog was squatting on the desktop, looking up at the front, but the photo was taken in a corner, and only the clothes on the man's chest could be seen.

The third remaining photo is at the pet hospital. Guazai poked his head out from a small pet room. This time, another subject was photographed with a few strands of hair, but still no face.

Even so, Nanzheng could tell at a glance that the person taking the photo with the little frog was himself, and the environments he was in were the restaurant in the villa, his office in the company, and the pet hospital where he took the frog.

Does the so-called 'in tourism' represent these?

Nanzheng's eyes flashed, and he looked through the photos he brought back when he ran out without becoming a spirit. Most of them were photos of him alone, or with that mole. These three photos are quite abrupt. Now think about it Also normal.

Seeing this, Nan Zheng ordered the specialty products again, and was immediately annoyed and funny, and looked down at Gua Zai lying on his lap: "Why did you bring all these things back?"

The specialties brought include the breakfast on the table in the morning, a bun, and a lollipop. Who knows when it was taken away.

Gua Zai looked at Ah Ma with a bit of embarrassment in his eyes, pinching his two paws together, Qi Qi Ai Ai whispered: "Gua Gua wants to go out with Ah Ma, of course he must prepare something to eat."

Yo, it's because I'm afraid of being hungry.

Well, Nanzheng pondered for a moment, if Guazai came to this world these days, it would be considered a tourist, and he didn't seem to have prepared luggage for it, so it's no wonder.

"Little Guack, you can take the things here back." Nan Zheng wanted to make sure.

Xiaolu blinked her eyes, then nodded solemnly: "Of course."

That's fine.

At this stage, Nanzheng suspects that the length of time that Guazai can stay in this world has a lot to do with its travel title, perhaps because of the limitations of the game itself, the "travel" frog focuses on the first two words, Just don't know if there will be others.

Nan Zheng began to have a strong interest in this suddenly fantastic game, and the mature Gua Zai.

Xiaolu is ignorant, and in its view, no matter whether it has become a spirit or has come to the world of Ahma, it is very natural and normal for it. When it has its own thinking and cognition , everything is just letting nature take its course.

"Ama gave it to you."

Looking at the green four-leaf clover handed in front of him, Nan Zheng was slightly taken aback. In the last car accident, he was unscathed. The four-leaf clover that he carried with him at that time fell to pieces in the wind. He also had doubts, but he didn't. I didn't think about it too much, now that the croaks are alive in front of me, the four-leaf clover is the talisman of the croaks, does it mean that it has some kind of mysterious power?

"Why don't you keep it?" Among the clover in the small courtyard, the probability of four-leaf clover appearing is not high, and sometimes no one will grow out several times. Speaking of which, the four-leaf clover is pretty good when Guazai goes on a trip. nervous.

Xiaolu smiled crookedly, and held the four-leaf clover high with her two paws: "The grass that Ah Ma gave Guagua is still there, and it was picked by Gugua himself."

"Oh." Nanzheng raised his eyebrows a little, seeing that he couldn't accept it, he smiled, and took the four-leaf clover. After looking around, he held the quack in one hand, and dropped bed.

There was an empty bottle on the desk in the room, and he stuck the grass in it.

"Just let it, and wish us a good dream tonight." Nan Zheng said softly, touching Gua Zai's head.

Xiaolu squatted in Ahma's palm, nodding her little head obediently. Anyway, sleeping with Ahma, Guagua will definitely have a good dream.

boom~

boom~~

boom~~~

The man was awakened by knocking on the door one after another.

Opening a pair of black eyes, there was a trace of confusion that had just woken up, which faded away in an instant, Nan Zheng subconsciously looked at the side of the pillow, Xiaolu was sleeping soundly, and on the small towel covering her body, one could clearly see the Crouching, Guazai's two paws were stacked in front of him, his small head rested on it, his big black eyes were closed, it seemed that he was not disturbed at all.

The coldness in his eyes, which was interrupted from rest, warmed up slightly after seeing this scene.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed gently. The man frowned and opened the door. It was not time for him to wake up. It stands to reason that Uncle Fang should know and would not bother him, besides Neither did the knocking sound.

click.

The door was opened.

however……

It was empty outside.

There was a scent coming from downstairs, it should be that the people in the kitchen started to work, and there was the faint voice of Uncle Fang talking, so the person who knocked on the door was not who he thought.

The man's handsome sword eyebrows frowned, his eyes scanned the door once again, and after confirming that there was no one there, he slowly closed the door.

boom~~

Just as he was about to turn around, the muffled sound came out again, and it was just outside the door.

After quickly opening the door, Ke Nanzheng was surprised that there was still no one outside the door.

He absolutely heard the previous voice correctly, so who is playing such a silly prank? He doesn't think that there will be someone so unscrupulous and presumptuous in his own territory.

Without the cover of the lens, the line of sight in those long and narrow eyes became sharper.

And just as Nan Zheng was about to step out of the door to properly capture the person who was hiding in the dark, at this moment, his face changed slightly.

Those long and narrow eyes flickered, his jaw paused, and then he lowered his head.

Then, at his feet, at some point, there was a... snail? ? ?

snails.

A snail with two tentacles, a khaki color, and a volute shaped like a steamed bun on its back.

When Nan Zheng was in a daze, the snail moved, the tentacles on its head moved, and then slowly stretched, stretched, stretched again, and finally touched his slippers.

"Hello~"

In a daze, a flat voice sounded in his mind.

With Gua Zai's front car, Nan Zheng is well adapted to a snail that can communicate with people.

The man let out a breath, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he squatted down slowly. His sharp eyes slowed down, and he looked directly at the snail with a hint of surprise and a little bit of guard.

Not to mention, this snail is really familiar, with a small slit mouth slightly curled up, and an expressionless face, which makes people feel... not like a serious snail.

Nan Zheng was about to say something: "You..."

"My name is Meimei, and I'm here to find Xiaolu~"

The voice sounded in my mind again.

Sure enough!

The snail, the snail named Meimei, Guazai's good friend, often comes to visit, and every time he comes, he has to treat him well, but he will also reciprocate and give some things.

Crouching in front of the snail, Nan Zheng's expression remained unchanged, pointing to the direction of the bed, he calmly said to the snail Meimei: "Little quack is resting, do you want to wait?"

"Then Meimei will wait for Xiaolu to wake up~"

After finishing speaking, Meimei moved her tentacles away from Nan Zheng's feet, and slowly crawled towards the inside of the room.

After climbing about two centimeters, Nanzheng estimated it with his own eyes. The snail seemed to think of something again. It didn't move, its head turned around, and then the tentacles began to elongate again... This time it rested on his ankle, It feels a little cool.

Nan Zheng, who was a bit of a clean freak, thought of the liquid left by the snail when it crawled, and his face froze slightly.

"Can I go in?~"

"……Can."

If he was accidentally trampled to death while staying outside... Xiaogua would feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you~~"

The flat voice of the snail was slightly raised.

"You're welcome."

The author has something to say:

It's more, it's not a pitfall, this is a new article, but some aspects of this article are too stuck, for example, the relationship between some of the characters in the follow-up needs to be sorted out.