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Xiao Ming turned into a wandering soul.

Still a streaking wandering soul.

Xiao Ming: 6, can't you sponsor me a piece of clothing?

360: Have you ever seen a soul wearing clothes?

Xiao Ming didn't give up: A pair of underwear is fine too.

360: If your size is seen, others will suffer.

Xiao Ming: ...

360: And if you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to see it. It’s okay.

Xiao Ming: ...Go to hell.

The little matchstick from the last world really reluctantly followed Xiao Ming to this new world.

Xiao Ming looked up to the sky and screamed, but this was not the most sad.

Sadly, he seems bound to his own son.

After the embarrassing end of the dinner that day, Xiao Ming, who became a wandering spirit, found that no matter where Yan Shu went, he would drift there.

It was as if an invisible dog chain was holding him.

According to the visual inspection, the length of the dog chain should not exceed three steps.

It's night now, and Yan Shu has returned to her villa.

Obviously only one person lives there, but all the objects in the villa are in pairs.

There were two pairs of slippers at the door, one black and one white.

There are two cups on the table and two pillows on the sofa.

Who is the other owner of this huge villa?

Xiao Ming was puzzled.

However, Xiao Ming can't think about anything else now, because his son has to wash his hands.

Xiao Ming, who was taken into the bathroom, accidentally saw a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath.

The water from the shower head was sprinkled, and the dense mist filled the air. The water droplets dripped from the man's face, scratched the collarbone and the beautiful abdominal muscles, and jumped into the dark grass to hide and seek.

The cheerful play of the water droplets did not wake up the big monster hidden in the grass. The big monster was still sleeping with its head down, looking very docile.

Xiao Ming turned his eyes away.

The water sprinkled on the man's body splashed, and the water droplets seemed to have a sense of direction. Xiao Ming always felt that these annoying little water droplets had splashed on himself, and his skin had the illusion of being burned.

After all, Xiao Ming couldn't hold back and glanced secretly.

The man's body is clean and well-textured.

This kind of cleanliness is not only physical, but more like an inner thing.

Like a crystal clear ice.

One can always easily see through a piece of ice because it has nothing but cold.

However, if a person wants to be a part of this ice, besides smashing it, he can only make him willingly turn into a puddle of water.

Xiao Ming was in a daze.

360: Tsk, look at you anxious ghost.

Xiao Ming blushed and couldn't say anything to refute.

When Yan Shu was wiping his body, Xiao Ming could only flirt with 360 to divert his eyeballs from Yan Shu's body.

Xiao Ming is curious: 6, the soul has no sense of smell, right?

360: How do I know? You will know when your son grows up someday.

Xiao Ming was silent for a second, fortunately he didn't ask if the soul has a sense of taste, otherwise 360 ​​might suggest him to eat shit.

The topic couldn't continue, Xiao Ming racked his brains: 6, didn't I become a spirit and occupy Gu Yi's body?Why did you come out again?

360: No way, who made you hang up in the last world.

#This excuse is not only very familiar, but also very reasonable#

#The system uses the same excuse every time to attack me, how can I fight back so that it is not unreasonable? #

Xiao Ming and 360 really have no common topic.

Fortunately, Yan Shu also wrapped the bathrobe on at this time.

Xiao Ming secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

What makes people jealous is that in this world, my son is not only beautiful and rich, but also can paint.

Xiao Ming floated behind Yan Shu, watching Yan Shu holding a pencil, his body leaning forward slightly, a wisp of wet bangs playfully hanging in front of his eyes, which slightly eased the man's cold facial features.

Yan Shu painted very seriously, and Xiao Ming also watched quietly.

I don't know whether I am looking at paintings or people.

Or looking at the perfect hand holding the pen.

Of course, Xiao Ming is also very likely thinking about what to eat next time.

But Xiao Ming soon noticed something was wrong.

The man's writing speed is very fast, as if he doesn't need to think about how to write, and those things that need to be drawn have long been deeply imprinted in his mind.

The man painted many portraits of a person, some in modern clothes, some in period clothes.

Yet these people all have one thing in common.

—They all have no faces.

Specifically speaking, it should be that there are no facial features.

It seems to have been erased by something.

Xiao Ming's goosebumps were about to rise.

Xiao Ming: 6, my son is so weird!

360: Is there anything weirder than you?

Xiao Ming retorted: I don't call it weird, I call it sexy.

360: Just your size, haha.

If the soul can still die, Xiao Ming has probably died a hundred or eighty times.

Xiao Ming thought of the "one stop to the end" ointment in the last world, since it can cure all kinds of paralysis...

Xiao Ming: 66, how many points do I have now?

360: 10 and 25 points.

Xiao Ming couldn't believe it: ...Why do I only have 25 points for passing each world?

360: The first world takes too much time, what about the second world, heh.

Xiao Ming knew what 360 didn't say.

Xiao Ming: Can these points be used to buy Zhiniaoxiao ointment?

This time Xiao Ming was very lucky, 360 said yes, and only 5 points.

360: There are too few people buying this ointment, so the points requirement is very small.

#Okay, everyone’s birds are big, I know, don’t emphasize it anymore, okay#

Xiao Ming was still uncontrollably happy: Buy, buy, buy!

360: The purchase is successful, and the ointment is already in your arms.

The landing point of the ointment was as good as ever, but Xiao Ming forgot that he was just a smear, a transparent, wandering spirit.

So with a bang, the ointment fell to the ground.

Xiao Ming: ...

The sudden sound caught Yan Shu's attention, he was a little surprised, he raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, then bent down to pick up a tube of things that fell out of nowhere, and looked at it in front of him strangely.

It's a tube of ointment with several large red characters written on it: Short Buster.

Xiao Ming blushed a little.

Such a shameful thing was actually seen by my own son, but luckily I was transparent.

If someone can see the soul, they will be able to find miraculously that this wandering soul is actually pink.

Yan Shu didn't take the ointment that appeared suddenly, he opened the drawer and threw the ointment in.

Afterwards, he picked up the portrait he had drawn earlier, and was lost in thought.

After looking at it this way, I watched it for nearly an hour.

Just when Xiao Ming was so bored that he fell asleep, a confused voice sounded softly in the quiet room.

--"who are you?"

The voice was very confused. Listening carefully, there was a hint of grievance and inexplicable sadness, which made Xiao Ming shiver inexplicably.

Xiao Ming opened his eyes, and saw Yan Shu rubbing his index finger on the face without facial features in the painting, the ice-like face was extremely gentle at the moment, like the first snow melting.

Xiao Ming didn't know what Yan Shu saw through that blank face, but he himself didn't seem to know how gentle his expression was.

Feeling a little sore in his heart, Xiao Ming approached and looked at the person in the painting carefully.

No matter what angle you look at, there is nothing special about the people in the painting.

Now, Xiao Ming also became distressed.

Could this person be the key person in this world to eliminate Yan Shu's resentment?

But......

Who is he?

Xiao Ming touched his chin.

The author has something to say: Stepmother: Why is Chapter 3 still not over, so distressed!

Xiao Ming: ...

Stepmother: Let your chrysanthemum bleed too much and die.

Yan Shu looked down at his own size: Well, it's not impossible.

Xiao Ming:? ? ? ?