am i a devil

Wang Mo chased Xun Ying around the house three times but failed to catch up with the tall, long-legged steel man, so he carried his feather duster and went upstairs angrily.

Wang Mo kept the feather duster in a vase, and then lay down on the bed in despair.

What is more desperate than falling in love with a straight man of steel is falling in love with a straight man of steel, Wang Mo thought desperately in his heart.

Wang Mo was listless, lying flat on the bed like a salted fish without dreams.

He stood up on the bed for a while, because he didn't hit Xun Ying, he still picked up his pillow with some embarrassment, and rolled around on the bed, as if he wanted to wrestle with it, like a bird trapped outside the French window. After being irritated by the same kind, there was no way to run out to challenge each other, so they had to start tearing down the little milk dog in the living room.

"I'm so mad!" Wang Mo shouted loudly.

Then he saw that the Hundred Ghosts of the Night came out from under his bed one after another, staring at him with eyes, or eyeballs, or eye sockets, looking at him with great concern.

Wang Mo: "..."

I don't even have the strength to be afraid, Wang Mo couldn't help but commented sadly in his heart.

"My lord! What's wrong with you! Don't be afraid if someone bullied you, tell me, my brother and a few gangsters beat them up!" Thousands of soldiers and ghosts roared at the sight of injustice.

Wang Mo: "..."

I thought I was wearing a copy of Liaozhai, but it turned out that I was wearing a copy of Water Margin with the cover of Liaozhai, Wang Mo thought desperately in his heart.

"Don't fight in groups, and don't single out. This is not a problem that can be solved by force." Wang Mo lay weakly on the bed, feeling that he was about to be a dragon.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?" The three powerful officials stopped screaming, and under the urging of the ghosts, they bit the bullet and came over to care about this young man who seemed to have gone through a lot of troubles.

"Oh, you won't understand." Wang Mo sighed.

"Is it an emotional problem?" The three giants summed up and said tentatively.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Do you still understand this?" Wang Mo climbed up from the bed, slightly revived 15.00%, and consulted his minister.

The three ministers looked at each other, then nodded, saying that our king has also reached the age of first love, and it is time for us old ministers to be used.

"My lord, is it not going well with the princess recently?" So the three giants asked cautiously.

"I can't tell." Wang Mo seemed to be still organizing his words, hesitatingly said.

"By the way, how do you know about love?" Wang Mo didn't talk about himself first, but asked his ministers a little gossip.

Big Three:"……"

This is the sense of sight of being picked up instead of gossip. The three ghosts looked at each other, thinking that the king is worthy of being the king.

"On this issue, the windbreaker supermodel has the most say."

"Yes, yes, aren't you a love saint?"

The other two powerful ministers pushed the windbreaker supermodel out because he often boasted that he was a lover in court.

The windbreaker supermodel was a little embarrassed to be recommended, so she approached Wang Mo and asked him to consult.

"What is it like to fall in love with someone?" Wang Mo then asked the windbreaker supermodel with great interest.

"Fall in love with someone, that's right, it hurts." The supermodel in the windbreaker started to feel the true feelings as she spoke, and the eyeballs fell out when the sockets became hot.

His colleagues quickly picked it up for him, even blowing the ashes, and then the windbreaker supermodel took back his eyeballs in front of Wang Mo, as if wearing colored contact lenses.

Wang Mo: "..."

Your love is touching and at the same time a little disgusting, Wang Mo secretly thought in his heart, but out of humanitarian considerations, he didn't say it out loud.

"No, you wait for a while." Wang Mo reacted for a while, and suddenly realized something.

"You just said, what does it feel like to love someone?" Wang Mo asked the windbreaker supermodel again.

"That's right, it hurts!" the windbreaker supermodel cried, and this time she chose a look that leans upwards at a 45-degree angle when the iron-blooded tough guy is crying, stubbornly not letting her tears flow down with her eyeballs.

"Pain" Wang Mo repeated with embarrassment, then thought for a while and said, "Oh, then I shouldn't have this problem."

Women's clothing boss: "..."

Headless Man: "..."

Trench coat supermodel: "..."

"My lord, the pain you mentioned, what kind of pain is it?"

After the embarrassing atmosphere spread for a while, the three powerful officials confirmed to Wang Mo weakly.

"En." Wang Mo hummed, and then asked weakly, "Then the pain you mentioned, which pain is it?"

"My heart hurts." The three ghosts said in unison.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Ah, me too." Wang Mo said duplicity.