am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying said that she was hurt.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I didn't mean that." Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying's "distressed" eyes, and quickly added a sentence.

"I said this subconsciously." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

You might as well not seek love, Xun Ying thought.

Why are we two straight men hurting each other.

At this moment, both of them thought this way in their hearts, and then looked at each other in the dark night.

Maybe it's because of love.

-

Wang Mo still went to the filming step by step, enduring enormous psychological pressure. The main reason for this psychological pressure was that he wanted to wash his hands frantically while crying and saying, "Woooooo, I'm not clean anymore."

So after returning home every day, Wang Mo soaked himself in the water, and even the fake fish that had recently become his horse boy said, "My lord, you have the breath of a sea king recently."

Wang Mo: "..."

"My body is getting dry."

After taking a bath that day, Wang Mo accidentally touched his elbow, touched it, and found that he had been rubbed by himself in the bath, and his skin was rubbed bald.

"Amo, you can't take a shower endlessly anymore." Xun Ying looked at the bald Wang Mo, persuading him with worry and distress.

"I don't want to either." Wang Mo's palm-sized face became tangled up, and it seemed that I wanted to pay money and sighed.

"I'm a conditioned reflex. Alas, you never know that you still have cleanliness until you meet a particularly disgusting person." Wang Mo sighed.

When he was the real brick-moving king before, he didn't like to take a bath as much as he does now. Most of the time he just took a shower to wash off the dust on his body.

Although he had been a brick-moving king for a long time, the parts of his body that had not been exposed to wind and sun were still quite tender and tender. In addition, Wang Mo was a little afraid of the pain of taking a bath, so most of his The time is always in the shower, and usually he can't bear it anymore, so he will find a master in the public bath to give him a bath, and he is often rubbed with tears in his eyes.

But now, Wang Mo actually scrubs himself every day, which shows how much he hates the contact with that delicate man.

"Amo, let me rub some medicine for you, don't make it difficult for yourself." Xun Ying took Wang Mo's arm, looked at the place where he rubbed the bald skin, sighed, and took it away. He got the first aid kit and found some ointment to apply to him.

"This kind of medicine is quite mild, without any irritation. If you apply it thickly, you will be fine the next day." Xun Ying said while rubbing the medicine on the king.

A few days ago, Wang Mo had just cured him of having to bathe several times a day, but now he wants to control the frequency of Wang Mo's bathing.

But his bathing is just a shower. Wang Mo's washing method is like soaking himself into a squid every night.

It's impossible to go on like this, Xun Ying thought.

"Amo, you can just do your normal cleaning every day. As for other things, they are mainly psychological problems. Don't think about them, don't take a bath too much." Xun Ying then continued to advise Wang Mo.

"I know, I will try my best to adjust my mentality." Wang Mo retracted into Xun Ying's arms, and nodded when he was persuaded to eat enough.

"It's just that sometimes I can't control myself, but don't try to chop off the hands touched by this villain." Wang Mo cried.

"After being touched by that kind of villain, why is it my own hand that wants to be chopped off?" Xun Ying asked confidently.

Wang Mo: "..."

My wife is such a ruthless man, Wang Mo screamed in his heart.

-

Because he was cared and comforted by Xun Ying for a long time in the evening, Wang Mo was too embarrassed to continue soaking in the water, so he kept enduring the urge to wash his hands from time to time, and while he had something to do, he lifted up his T-shirt and looked at it. Look, have the areas where he rubbed the bald skin grown well, so that they don't get stuck on the quilt when you sleep at night.

He is still very careful in the small details of life, and this careful way of life does not seem to have changed with the continuous accumulation of his personal wealth. Wang Mo has a small calculation in his heart, and it is crackling every day The sound like landslides and ground cracks was internalized in the universe of his brain, and it became thunder on various planets.

Ah, in some legends, thunder is the wrath of heaven, but I don’t seem to have heard of any legend that thunder is the master of the universe who is thinking about how to make money, Wang Mo thought.

In my universe, things like thunder are not very compelling, and the king who is very pyrotechnic feels a little less heroic frustration.

Then he kind of wanted to wash his hands again.

Hey, I just dipped in the water a little bit, Xun Ying won't notice, Wang Mo chuckled in his heart, wriggling his body on the carpet like a slug, quietly heading towards the bathroom Climbed over.

As a result, just after wriggling a few times, Wang Mo's body was stepped on by someone.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo squirmed a few more times unwillingly, and then realized that being stepped on was not a dream, nor was it an illusion.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo turned to look up with ashen face, and then saw Xun Ying's taller and mightier figure from this angle.

"Hey."

Wang Mo squeezed out a smirk that even lowered his Apollo beauty by a ten-thousandth, greeted Xun Ying, and was picked up from the ground by the other party.

Wang Mo continued with the slug he had just successfully practiced, and continued to squirm under the embrace of Xun Ying's princess.

"Let go of me! Let me wash my hands!" Wang Mo croaked in Xun Ying's arms.

"Amo, don't move around, I'll purify you." Xun Ying hugged Wang Mo who was still wriggling, and said forcefully.

Wang Mo: "???"

"How do you purify me?" Wang Mo said.

"You'll know in a while." After Xun Ying finished speaking, he brought Wang Mo into the bedroom.

-

After a few hours, Wang Mo finally realized what Xun Ying meant.

"How? Do you think the feasibility of this kind of purification is okay?"

Xun Ying lay beside Wang Mo, turned over, and asked him, the movement of turning over is a classic example of fluid mechanics.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Why didn't you use this magic weapon earlier?" Wang Mo said.

"If you had used it earlier, I wouldn't have to take away the work of the dishwasher just to get a dip in the water." Wang Mo said with infinite regret.

"This kind of tactic to control the enemy with one move is generally reserved for the last." Xun Ying said, after all, killing hundreds of millions of enemies and self-defeating hundreds of millions.

-

Wang Mo slept soundly this time, and he no longer had the urge to get up in the middle of the night to wash his hands and take a bath without anyone noticing.

So he got up pretty early the next day.

At this moment Xun Ying hadn't gotten up yet, and he couldn't get up either, so Wang Mo went downstairs refreshed to cook.

In the past few days, the old cat brought the cat cubs to the puppet cat's house temporarily, so the only one awake in the bedroom was Wang Mo himself.

He hummed a little tune in a relaxed and happy manner, while planning to make a slightly more complicated breakfast to show off his cooking skills.

Just when Wang Mo got rid of the trouble of infinite hand washing and was cooking breakfast there happily, a bald artificial mentally retarded voice greeted him in his mind.

"My lord, are you awake? Please see me, little one." The bald artificial mentally handicapped said nah nah.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo turned off the fire and entered the universe of his own brain.

"What's the matter?" Wang Mo asked the bald artificial mentally handicapped.

"My lord, you also know that research must be spent on funds." The bald artificial mentally handicapped fly rubbed its hands and said hesitantly.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Isn't the hair burning?" Wang Mo looked at the bald artificial mentally handicapped bald head with specific questions, and came to talk about him.

Bald artificial mentally handicapped: "..."

You are a ginseng cock!The bald artificial mentally handicapped thought to himself, but considering that the purpose of the report this time was funding, he had no choice but to bear it secretly.

"My lord~ I'm all for the great cause of cosmic peace~" The bald artificial mentally handicapped man couldn't remember anything, and began to sing again.

"Stop howling." Wang Mo said.

Although Wang Mo's rooster crows are more lethal, but the lethality is too great, Wang Mo usually would not use it, so he had to compromise a little.

"How much money do you want?" Wang Mo said.

"Probably..." The bald artificial mentally handicapped man was stunned after speaking, and looked straight ahead.

"How much does it take? It's going to crash after all the calculations." Wang Mo, whose small calculations were ringing in his heart, felt a slight tremor at this moment.

"Probably this number." The bald artificial mentally retarded man recovered from the crash, and then typed a line of numbers on the sky that Wang Mo felt was a bit endless.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I can't seem to see how many zeros are behind it," Wang Mo said.

"Don't worry, my lord, we haven't finished the fight yet, but please rest assured, although this number is floating around 0, there are still 1s."

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo patiently finished reading the series of numbers that were comparable to pi, and then sighed.

"Okay, I will give you permission to decrypt my aura value and use it as you like," Wang Mo said.

The expenses in their conversation are not money, but aura points.

"My lord, there is a paradox in this." The bald artificial mentally handicapped said.

"What paradox?" Wang Mo asked.

"Under your blessing, I can indeed decipher your aura value for my use, but the aura value I need to decrypt is more than what I can use after deciphering it." The bald artificial retarded man cried and said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Okay, I'll send it to you at once." Wang Mo sighed, replenishing the aura in the laboratory, and at the same time persuading the bald artificial mentally handicapped man with a persuasive boss appearance.

"You need to save a little when you use it. After all, your lord, my aura is not blown by strong winds."

As soon as Wang Mo's words fell, a breeze blew up on the planet, and the bald-headed artificial mentally handicapped danced very comfortably.

"My lord, this gust of wind is full of aura, and it is like a spring breeze for our artificial mentally retarded in the supernatural circle." The bald artificial mentally retarded said intoxicatedly.