Sue you over and over again [Quick Transmigration]

"Is it tasty?"

The puppeteer nodded emphatically instead of talking.

Mo Bai wanted to touch his hair very much, so Mo Bai did it too.

The doll maker's hair is soft, and some places are naturally rolled up and fluffy, and it feels good. Mobai has heard people say that people with thick and soft hair are introverted and do not like to talk. In fact, there is a soft piece of hair deep inside place.

Mo Bai thinks that the puppeteer is such a person.

The doll master eats white cream all over his face, his eyes are crystal clear, as if he is completely immersed in the joy of eating sweets, the sweet feeling turns into a string of colorful bubbles and blows away, covering his heart the dark cloud of darkness.

Mo Bai looked at him while biting a lemongrass-flavored marshmallow macaron, and something in his heart was about to overflow.

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The doll master ate too much, so his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and he was frowning with displeasure.Especially these sweets are not easy to digest. Fortunately, Mobai didn't let him eat too much ice cream, otherwise he would spoil his stomach.

Mo Bai repeatedly assured that there was no problem with the food, he had eaten too much, so the puppeteer felt relieved, listened to Mo Bai's words, and went into the house to rest.

Mo Bai was feeding the pets by himself, when a beautiful loli girl with waist-length hair came into the store.

"Hello." Mo Bai got up to greet her.

The girl smiled sweetly, "You are Mr. Rabbit? Why are you here?"

Mo Bai said coldly, "Are you here to buy a pet?"

"Yes, let me take a look."

The girl's playful appearance can easily make people feel good about her, but it doesn't work for Mo Bai. As a fierce and unstyled man, Mo Bai showed his cold-faced kingly temperament.

"Oh, just take a look, one thousand, you can take the pet away if you like it." Mo Bai added a sentence.

The girl was stunned, "It's still like this, isn't it always the guests who pick the pets? Are you still the pets who pick the owners? I haven't heard of such a rule before."

"Well, it's changed." Mo Bai didn't raise his head.

"Where's the previous boss?" The girl blinked, "I came here before and saw that the boss was a young boy."

Mo Bai didn't even think about it and said, "If he's not here, I'll be in charge."

The girl looked around, but she didn't see the puppeteer, her eyes changed, "I just came to the town and opened a manga studio on West Street, and I want to buy a cat to put in the store."

Mo Bai said lightly, "Oh."

It turned out that she was one of the suspects, the teenage manga artist—Chia.

"Do you like reading comics?" Chia asked.

"I seldom read it." Mo Bai doesn't have time. He spends all day keeping his eyes on the goal, thinking about the tasks in his heart. It's too late to find time to play games. As for reading comics... he doesn't have that much time.

There was a cold glint in Qi Ya's eyes. She seemed unhappy. People who didn't like reading comics were not cute in her eyes.

"Oh." Qi Ya glanced into the back room again, "I still have something to do today, I'll pick it up next time, thank you."

Mo Bai nodded, but there was no response, "Go slowly."

When Qi Ya walked out of the pet shop, Mo Bai's eyes became serious.

The parrot outside the door suddenly yelled again, and before Mo Bai raised his head, he heard Little Red Riding Hood's voice.

"Mo Luoluo, you are still here."

Little Red Riding Hood looked dusty, as if she had traveled a long time.

Mo Bai said, "Yes, I'm working here now."

Little Red Riding Hood looked around cautiously, but she didn't see anyone, so she asked in a low voice, "How is it? Is there anything wrong?"

Mo Bai said, "No."

"Tch, what are you doing here?" Little Red Riding Hood pursed her lips, showing a speechless expression.

"What about you? What did you find in the neighboring town?"

Little Red Riding Hood put away her teasing appearance and became extremely serious.

Seeing her like this, Mo Bai couldn't help but ask seriously: "What's wrong?"

"The situation is not very good. I found a very strange thing. The person in the neighboring town died very strangely." Little Red Riding Hood took off the backpack, fumbled in the bag twice, and took out a stack of photos.

Mo Bai accepted it strangely, and he was stunned after just looking at it.

The death condition of the man in the photo is too strange, the skin on the face seems to be clinging to the bones and has been sucked out of flesh and blood. Posed in an extremely painful and twisted pose.

It can be seen from his expression that he was tortured inhumanly.

The angles of each photo are different, there are close-ups of the face, full-body shots from above, and side shots, each of which makes people feel chills and panic.

"How old do you think he is?"

"Are you young?" Mo Bai felt uncomfortable.

Little Red Riding Hood glanced at him, "Well, you guessed it. Only 19 years old."

Little Red Riding Hood handed him another photo, on which was a handsome boy with one eyelid smiling shyly.

Mo Bai didn't expect this person to be so young. In the previous photos, he looked like a 70-year-old terminally ill old man.

"Is the cause of death unknown?" Mo Bai put together the previous stack of photos, and his eyes stayed on the normal photo for a long time.

"The forensic doctor found out the cause of death, and it was determined that it was a failure of vitality, that is... old age."

Mo Bai frowned, "How is it possible? He is still so young."

"Yes, that's why I said that this incident is very strange, and the murderer is unknown, but I told you before that the murderer is from our town, and I can be sure that my divination will not be wrong."

"Can't you directly predict who the murderer is?"

"If I could, would I still need to come to you?" Little Red Riding Hood's tone was displeased, and the volume was raised, presumably because of this incident.

Little Red Riding Hood is actually a person with a sense of justice. Because she is good at divination, she likes to help others. What she is most passionate about is solving crimes. She thinks it is her duty to find the murderer.

"I remember you said earlier, isn't this the first victim?"

"Well, it's the third time. The police didn't seem to find anything, and they kept the residents from telling the news. They didn't dare to disclose the news for fear of causing panic. I managed to get these photos."

"What are you going to do next?" Mo Bai didn't plan to blend in before, and always put the mission first, but now his mind has changed.

"I did another divination today. The murderer is still here. He is likely to commit another crime, so I..."

Little Red Riding Hood's voice stopped abruptly. It turned out that the doll maker woke up and came out of the room wearing thin pajama pants.

Seeing a stranger, the puppeteer had shadows in his eyes, turned around and went in again.

"Uh...that's it?"

Little Red Riding Hood's eyes widened, she had never seen such a delicate and beautiful boy as a puppeteer.

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into the night.

Mo Bai sat staring at the door of the bathroom. The puppeteer was taking a shower in the bathroom. The sound of the water was splashing, and Mo Bai couldn't think at all.

The puppeteer just took off his clothes and ran around again, as if he could act recklessly after closing the door at night, completely ignoring the fact that there was a "bloody" man sitting here.

The system laughed mercilessly, "What the hell is Fanggang, when did you pass?"

"Oh." Mo Bai's expression was indifferent.

"Hey, Mr. Mo Bai, don't do this."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Do you think..."

"No, I don't think so, I'm not in the mood." Mo Bai interrupted it. He has more important things to do now, and he's not in the mood to play games anymore.

The system sighed faintly.

Mo Bai wanted to say a few more words, but the bathroom door opened with a creak, and a wet beauty stepped out of it.

The beauty came out of the bath without any clothes on, and her flawless white skin seemed to be a little reddened by the scalding water, and there was still a trace of heat.

"Did you wash? Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Mo Bai coughed and looked at the puppeteer without blinking.

His eyes glide wantonly on the puppeteer, but the puppeteer doesn't feel awkward at all, looking back at Mo Bai's eyes are cold and clean, which makes Mo Bai feel a little guilty.

"Why do you need to put on clothes after taking a bath?" The doll maker thought Mo Bai's words were very strange, since he would go to bed directly after taking a bath, why would he still wear clothes?

"Okay, then I'll go wash it." Mo Bai looked away reluctantly, and said secretly, it's really eye-catching.

This beauty is ready for dinner, it looks even more delicious than his cooking.

Mo Bai didn't take a shower fast. When he came out, it was already half an hour later. He wrapped his wet hair in a towel and walked towards the bed while wiping it.

The dollmaker was lying against the wall, with his arms and head exposed, his eyes fixed on him.

Mo Bai was a little embarrassed by him.

"what happened?"

"too slow."

Mo Bai wanted to say that this was already his speeding up.

"Is your hair dry?"

The puppeteer touched it with his hand and shook his head.

"I can't sleep if I have nothing to do."

The puppeteer stretched out his hand towards Mo Bai, "Towel."

Mo Bai looked at the towel in his hand, thought about it, and handed it to him.

In fact, he was already wet just now, and it was useless for the puppeteer to wipe it off.

Mo Bai lifted the quilt and went to bed, the doll maker was a little dissatisfied with the clothes on him.

"How are you wearing clothes?"

"Can't you wear it?" Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Don't wear it."

Mo Bai was stunned, what are you doing?hint?

Although he knew it was impossible, Mo Bai unexpectedly accelerated his heartbeat without any hope, and even shook his face a few times, showing a tendency to raise his head.

"No." Mo Bai insisted on principle and refused.

As soon as the puppeteer raised his hand, five thin threads wrapped around the bathrobe on Mo Bai's body. With a movement of his fingers, the laces on the bathrobe were torn apart, and the clothes spread to both sides, revealing his toned body .

Wheat-colored sexy skin, firm abs all the way down.

The puppeteer's eyes suddenly widened, why did that get bigger?

And it's... getting bigger and bigger.

Under the gaze of the puppeteer, Xiaomo raised her head shyly, while Mo Bai looked down at Xiaomo in embarrassment.

The puppeteer pointed to it, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Mo Bai didn't know how to explain.

Should he give him science in academic language or tell him a childish statement like teaching a child?

It doesn't look like much.

Mo Bai said calmly, "It's fine."

"It's the same as last night." The dollmaker looked down at his own, as if wondering, "Why didn't I grow bigger?"

Mo Bai looked at him, wanting to tease him a little bit, but somehow held back, "I don't know, everyone is different."

But he didn't expect that the puppeteer reached out to support his place, "Is it because you want to touch it?"

Mo Bai was dumbfounded, this scene was really exciting, so little Mobai nodded to the doll maker uselessly, as if he couldn't hold back his excitement, little Mobai exposed all his head and grew into the biggest Shape, to show their majesty.

"Why doesn't it grow bigger?" the dollmaker asked strangely.

Mo Bai didn't want to discuss this issue with him anymore, it was really embarrassing.Moreover, he was aroused with desire, and he was afraid that he would pounce on it if he couldn't control it.

Mo Bai re-fastened the belt of the bathrobe, and then covered the quilt, which had exhausted all his restraint.

He is so hard there that it hurts a bit, but fortunately Mo Bai can act, it is impossible to tell that he is burning with lust at all.

The puppeteer saw that Mo Bai ignored him, his eyes sank, he leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling.

Mo Bai vaguely heard the voice in his heart, [He is the same as yesterday, is he going to pee too, why should he bear it? ]

Mo Bai secretly vomited blood, this guy, really thinks ejaculation is urine?

After a while, Mobai's baby has no intention of reducing the swelling, it seems that Mobai will be stubborn until dawn if he doesn't comfort it.

Mo Bai vaguely saw that he had poked the quilt up, he turned over in a concealed manner, his back was facing the puppeteer, wondering if he should go to the toilet.

"Aren't you going to the bathroom?" the dollmaker asked.

"No." Mo Bai's brows twitched, trying to hear what he was thinking, but he couldn't hear him again.

After a while, Mo Bai thought the puppeteer was about to fall asleep, but the puppeteer suddenly said unhappily, "You won't give me a hug?"

[I can't sleep without hugging. ]

what?

Mo Bai tried his best to make his voice sound normal, "What's wrong?"

"cold."

Does that mean you still want him to warm the bed?

It's okay to hug, but Mo Bai loves his younger brother, he has already suffered a lot, should he let him suffer even more?

It has already cried sadly, although it can't make a sound, but this kind of silent crying is even more uncomfortable.

Mo Bai thought secretly, the puppeteer couldn't wait for an answer, so he had already posted it himself.

The warm touch makes the puppeteer feel comfortable, as if every pore has been treated gently.

"You're really hot," the dollmaker whispered.

His breath was icy, blowing on the back of Mo Bai's neck, making Mo Bai tense and shivering, but there was no intention of weakening because of the cold.

The puppeteer put his arms around Mo Bai's waist, wishing he could stick his whole body on Mo Bai's body, so his face was stuck on Mo Bai's back, Mo Bai seemed to feel his soft and cold lips brushing against him the skin on the back.

[So hot and comfortable. ]

Mo Bai turned around unbearably, to be honest, he was seduced by the puppeteer, and now he really wants to do something with him.

He caught the doll master's gaze, wanted to see the doll master's expression of comfort because of himself, wanted to see his eyes.

But when Mo Bai met those blue eyes, he even forgot to breathe. Looking carefully, the puppeteer's skin was as white and flawless as porcelain, and his lips were as red as delicate strawberries.

When Mo Bai came back to his senses, his fingers had already penetrated into the wet hair of the puppeteer.

The posture of the two is very ambiguous.

The dollmaker looked up at him puzzled.

Mo Bai opened his mouth and said dryly, "The hair is not dry."

The puppeteer has never had the habit of blowing his hair, but he finds it strange that Mo Bai has always cared about such things.

The puppeteer also imitated him, touching the black hair, the hair was a bit stiff, different from his own, and straight.

The two stroked each other's hair, such an intimate and pure action gave Mo Bai a strange feeling.

This feeling is a little strange to Mo Bai, but it can't help but take root in his heart.

"Don't move around." Mo Bai's voice was tinged with desire, and the hand that the puppeteer held him was not honest at all.

"Oh." The puppeteer pursed her lips and nodded unhappily.

"Go to sleep." Mo Bai closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

The puppeteer buried his face into Mobai's chest, as if treating him as a warming pillow. He didn't care if he was uncomfortable. He hugged him tightly for a while, rubbed against him for a while, and even clamped his legs. between his legs.

Mobai's face flushed red, he felt embarrassed by this posture.