am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

Xun Ying: "..."

"This thunderbolt seems to be quite afraid of you." Xun Ying thought for a while and said.

Of course, after all, it is something produced in my brain, can I just delete it if I am not happy, Wang Mo thought.

But seeing that Thunderbolt has become so cowardly, the kind-hearted Wang Mo couldn't bear to beat the dog in the water.

So he didn't care about it, watching the thunder and lightning that was originally dancing like a golden snake only dared to writhe secretly in the sky at the moment, like the blower outside a supermarket that just opened with not enough funds is not very good Make strips of promotional balloons.

It's quite pitiful after watching too much, Wang Mo thought.

He looked at the unmotivated lightning dancing there, and felt a little sleepy just looking at it.

"Amo, are you sleepy?" Seeing Wang Mo's eyelids fighting, Xun Ying asked him.

"It's a little bit, if I knew it earlier, I might as well try my luck in reality tomorrow morning, and even drag you in." Wang Mo said sullenly.

"It's nothing, as long as I'm with you, I'm fine anywhere." Xun Ying said generously.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo felt that Xun Ying seemed to be getting more and more proficient recently, and it seemed that he had to work harder to keep up, but to be honest, his vocabulary was really a bit out of date for him to say such romantic words. not on.

And this kind of thing is too embarrassing to share with my younger brothers, who knows what level of flirting those younger brothers who claim to be lovers are, if they share a few too greasy fragments, I will be in Xun Isn't the glorious image in Ying's mind completely destroyed? Although he estimated that it is almost destroyed now, there may be only one sand sculpture left.

But then again, about the matter of greasy, probably everyone has a different idea, although there is probably a rough standard in the society, but in terms of details, everyone's ideas must still have some individuality The difference, Wang Mo thought.

It’s as if he used to overhear his colleagues talking about whether a certain public figure was greasy when he was working, or some girls complained that their boyfriend or husband was getting greasy. Those examples are Wang Mo Some people think it is a bit greasy, and some may not get the point of the other party. From his point of view, he thinks it is okay. On the contrary, sometimes when he sees someone showing affection, Wang Mo will feel that level of love and love. His manner gave him the urge to shudder.

It can be seen that the standards of greasyness are not exactly the same from person to person.

I don't know what the standard of greasy is in Xun Ying's mind. Wang Mo thought about it, and then thought of himself and Xiangfang.

He really wanted to know Xun Ying's thunder point, and then avoid the risk, there is always no harm.

So Wang Mo asked directly with great action.

"Xun Ying, in your mind, what kind of way of talking and doing things belongs to the hexagram of greasy?" Wang Mo said.

"Is it greasy?" Xun Ying repeated the word.

"It seems that there is no fixed standard. It mainly depends on how the person looks." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

Can't tell, this kid is still a face control, Wang Mo cursed in his heart, thinking about the appearance of a Mediterranean beer belly after he reached middle age, he always felt insecure.

Wait a minute, Wang Mo suddenly thought, although Xun Ying's physique is true for immortality, but his appearance is not static, it will also age slowly with the passage of time, to a certain extent, Only then will there be a change like a cicada sloughing off, rejuvenating, so doesn't it mean...

When I turn into a Mediterranean beer belly, does he just happen to be a Mediterranean beer belly?

Then it will be easy, we will always be the same age, and we don't have to dislike each other, Wang Mo thought contentedly in his heart.

"Amo, what are you thinking?" Just when Wang Mo's heart was once again occupied by a sense of security, he heard Xun Ying ask him this.

"I'm thinking, when I become greasy, maybe you will become greasy too. At that time, will you dislike my Mediterranean beer belly?" Wang Mo said confidently.

"No," Xun Ying shook his head with certainty, "Even if you become a Mediterranean beer belly, you're still pretty cute, at least I don't think it's greasy."

Wang Mo was very moved.

After being moved, he felt that something was wrong.

Why did Xun Ying speak so resolutely and with such a firm attitude when he said this.

It was as if...he had seen his Mediterranean beer belly with his own eyes.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Xun Ying, why are you so sure?" Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying didn't answer directly, but pointed to the glass on their small spaceship.

Wang Mo took a closer look and found that he now looks like a Mediterranean beer belly.