The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

When Nan Huaimu saw the appearance of a Taoist girl, he couldn't love it, so he yelled happily at Ming Dang twice, and aggressively pulled his paw in the air.

A few cat hairs fell off, and the attendants around kneeled and crawled over to clean it up.

Nan Huaimu saw Mingdang's black and gloomy eyes, and yelled at her. After yelling for a while, she saw the mahogany bracelet on Mingdang's hand, and couldn't help laughing. The bracelet was really a Hidden by Ming Dang, he still refuses to admit it.

But this smile on the face of a cat is too weird.

The people around were all silent and did not dare to make a sound. The middle-aged man who brought Nan Huaimu was so frightened that he was sweating coldly. He pinched his thigh secretly, wishing that this was just a dream, but the fact had already happened—he paid a high price. The cat I bought was the city owner who wanted to sneak attack the dungeon just now.

In the last days, who doesn't know how powerful this city lord is, one second he was joking with you, and the next second he can kill that person directly.

The middle-aged man felt that his luck had come to an end, and he was thinking about whether to sneak away.

At this moment, the black law girl on the bed finally opened her mouth.

"Where did it come from... a wild cat?"

Nan Huaimu groaned in protest, affirming that she was not an ordinary wild cat, but no one could understand her protest.

Ming Dang controlled the air, and slowly led Nan Huaimu in front of him, and the collision of their eyes became closer and closer.

Seeing the Taoist couple who had already passed puberty, Nan Huaimu sighed in his heart, "My family has a girl who is just growing up", and then thought of the progress of his demon cultivation, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Ming Dang, who hadn't waited for the answer for a long time, glanced at the middle-aged man, who immediately knelt down and said, "Yes, it's from the auction house."

Ming Dang responded in a low voice, and slowly took out the back of his hand and smoothed Shun Nan Huaimu's hair, as if he felt that the softness of the hair was very satisfactory, then gently scratched Nan Huaimu's chin with his fingers, and pulled Nan Huaimu's hair Mu narrowed his eyes instinctively.Her every move exudes this lazy breath, as if she has no strength, and she seems to have seen through the world.

"Why did you buy a cat?" Ming Dang asked.

"This..." The middle-aged man held back for a while and explained, "This thing is not bad for relieving fatigue."

Ming Dang smiled: "Is it like just now?"

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a moment, his throat seemed to be blocked, and even breathing became difficult.

Seeing that this person was too frightened to speak, Ming Dang lost interest in an instant. She withdrew her hand and continued to hold the glass bottle quietly, with her eyes downcast, staring wholeheartedly at the withered yellow in the glass bottle.

Nan Huaimu was placed on the bed sheet. She looked familiar at the bottle, and felt that the withered yellow was familiar, so she pushed away Ming Dang's right hand with her paw, and looked at the small yellow leaf.

After looking at it for a long time, she finally recognized that it was the mint leaves that she gave Ming Dang earlier.There's still some vibrant green left around to keep this leaf from looking too miserable.

It's really nice to be able to keep it for so long.

Nan Huaimu was a little moved, but couldn't think of how to express his emotions for a while, so he just rubbed his head against Mingdang's palm.

Ming Dang's not-so-big palm is full of fluffy touch, and she will touch her wet nose inadvertently. This kind of intimacy between lovers makes her feel a little weird, but it seems to be taken for granted.

The whole room was in shock.

No one dared to make a sound to disturb the behavior of this chocolate-colored kitten.

It was rumored in the world that this terrible city lord loved lame women and mint leaves, but no one thought that no matter how scary this city lord was, he was just a little girl who was easily captured by fluffy animals.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man finally let out a breath, feeling that he was still lucky.

He waited until his breathing was stable, then showed a smug smile, and asked respectfully, "City Master, do you still like this little thing?"

Ming Dang nodded: "It's okay."

Just a two-word compliment is already considered a great acknowledgment.

The middle-aged man instantly gained confidence: "Then I built the Colosseum in the Northeast..."

"Go." Ming Dang said, the middle-aged man was overjoyed, he quickly thanked him and prepared to go out.But after a few seconds, Mingdang added, "But that's a place that can't be found."

The middle-aged man's face turned pale again: "How could it be Mo Xun?"

A slightly malicious smile bloomed on Mingdang's face: "Don't you know... I just gave it to her yesterday."

Only then did the middle-aged man realize that the city lord was still playing with himself, she was watching a joke of himself!

Anger welled up in his heart, but it was of no use. He thought of Ming Dang's ability, and suddenly lost all thoughts.

"So you're afraid that you gave the gift to the wrong person." Ming Dang continued to look at the kitten who was lying on him, and asked kindly, "Do you want to take the gift back?"

"No, no, no." The middle-aged man refused repeatedly. Even if he was given a hundred guts, he would definitely not dare to do this. I'll just say it casually."

Ming Dang nodded: "That's really hard work."

"Where is there." The middle-aged man said this verbally, and he had already scolded Ming Dang in his heart. He pretended to be a gentleman. He obviously encountered the end of the world without studying since he was a child, but he was lucky and got a powerful job. Mother, I have awakened my insanity-like ability, and this is how I am in my current situation.

The middle-aged man thought unconvinced: If it were him with this ability, he could also take this position.

Ming Dang sat on the bed all the time, and gently put the glass bottle on the bedside table. Seeing that the corner of the bed sheet was wrinkled, he taped it with his palm to smooth the corner.

The middle-aged man had nothing else to say, so he said it and left with the bodyguards.

It's just that he didn't walk for long before he felt that it was extremely difficult for him to breathe, followed by unbearable itching all over his body.

He grabbed the bodyguard's shoulder and asked for help in horror: "How can I—" But the words for help were only half spoken, and there was no more sound.

Seeing the purple spots on the boss's face, the bodyguard took a few steps back in fright, and shouted for help in the empty corridor. After a while, he was carried away by the attendants who heard the sound, and thrown outside.

After hearing the commotion, Mingdang smiled: "The world has come to an end, but it still doesn't change its greedy nature."

She lifted the quilt, took a skirt from the hanger and put it on, went to the window and opened the window. The night sky was pitch black with no stars at all.

Nan Huaimu was lying sprawled on the quilt, and Ming Dang who turned his head saw him, and criticized him, "Wildness." She is smooth.

Nan Huai Mu was still dissatisfied with Ming Dang's reprimand, but now that he was touched, he almost fell asleep comfortably.But thinking that today's training has not been completed, she can only force herself to practice the demon way with her eyes squinted.

On the second day, Ming Dang still took Nan Huaimu with him, and took her to the Colosseum to watch a play.

The Doomsday Colosseum was also invented by Ming Dang. Ordinary people or supernatural beings were put into a closed arena to fight against zombies. Whoever survived to the end would win.

Many supernatural beings and ordinary people would come to participate in this kind of fun that risked their lives in order to make money.

In order to win, many people will take stimulants before the game to increase their chances of winning.

Today's game still seemed a bit boring. Nan Huaimu lay on the glass window and watched for a while, then felt a little sleepy, not knowing where the people who watched with great interest came from.

She glanced back at Mingdang, and followed Mingdang's arm to the peach wood bracelet on the slender wrist.

Nan Huaimu jumped onto Ming Dang again, stretching out her paws to touch her own bracelet, but before the paws touched her, she heard Ming Dang softly shout: "Nan Huaimu."

This sentence is as light as an illusory whisper, inaudible.

After Nan Huaimu was stunned for a while, he thought Ming Dang was calling him, so he looked up blankly at Ming Dang.

Ming Dang's eyes were full of nostalgia and melancholy, looking straight at the center of the Colosseum.

Nan Huaimu looked at it mixed with that gaze, and saw a person and a zombie standing in the middle of the field, all bent over, with an air of wanting to die.

When they were fighting, Nan Huaimu heard Ming Dang call his name again.

The yelling was accompanied by movements this time, Ming Dang stood up quickly, stuck his whole body on the glass, and looked down, at some point around his eye sockets, gusts of hot air blew out on the glass. A mist of mist floated out.

Nan Huaimu ran to Ming Dang's side, she was too short, standing on the window sill IQ stood up and straightened her body, she could only reach Ming Dang's stomach, but she knocked Ming Dang with her fist without any discouragement. Dang's belly, trying to attract attention.

Ming Dang seemed to be possessed, looking at the people on the field, shouting over and over again: "Nan Huaimu... Nan Huaimu..."

Nan Huaimu saw the people on the field, and finally knew the reason why Ming Dang lost control - the back of the woman on the field was very similar to her previous appearance, she was dressed in tatters, and there were blue and black spots on her arms , limping when running.

It was obviously ugly to the extreme, but it was remembered by Ming Dang, and it was remembered for several years, until now it is still unforgettable.

Nan Huaimu felt touched, and was about to attach her flesh pad to Mingdang's hand, so that she could feel some softness.

Ming Dang suddenly seemed to be crazy, picked up an internal phone, and said to the staff: "That person is mine."

The staff is still a little confused: "Which one?"

Mingdang called Nan Huaimu's name again, emphasizing: "It's mine, I want to see her."

Nan Huaimu finally realized that something was wrong. It turned out that Ming Dang regarded others as himself?Nan Huai jumped onto Ming Dang's shoulder in admiration, angrily trying to remind Ming Dang that he had admitted to the wrong person.Using its claws and teeth together, it let out bursts of frenzied meowing.

Unexpectedly, Mingdang turned a blind eye, and once again slumped down in his seat.

Her eyes were moist, she carefully stroked the mahogany beads in her hand with her fingers, and slowly said in a voice full of grievances: "Nan Huaimu, where are you?"

Nan Huaimu stopped his angry roar, and the anger in his heart dissipated in an instant. It was she who failed to last until the end, which made Mingdang grow up alone. What Mingdang has experienced in these years, and how did he survive alone? In this dark doomsday, to become a city lord leader in a flashy world?She has no idea.

All she can do now is to kiss Mingdang's arm, rub Mingdang's palm, and keep saying: "I'm right here, wait for me for a few more days, and I can become a human."

In the small room, two people spoke the same thing in different languages.

Five minutes later, the staff brought the man, and Mingdang saw the woman.

That woman was also infected with the zombie virus, but she was not completely zombified, which is a miracle in the last days.

Mingdang chatted with her for a while, and asked her warmly. The woman didn't know Mingdang's real identity, she just thought it was a young girl doing social research. She is extremely cooperative and docile, and there is even a kindness like a mother's love in her eyes.

"I have a daughter, if she is still alive... she will probably be as old as you." The woman said suddenly.

Ming Dang stared at the woman for a long time, until Nan Huaimu bit her hand and meowed, she finally looked away, a few drops of water slapped on the long eyelashes, full of sadness Tai Nan: "Nan Huaimu."

"Is this person your relative?" the woman asked.

Ming Dang nodded: "She likes me."

"It's usually not like that." The woman smiled, "Then do you like her?"

Ming Dang lowered his head and scratched Nan Huaimu's chin: "I almost fell in love with her completely, but she died."

Nan Huaimu felt his heart hurt so much that he wished he could tell Mingdang his true identity now.

She stretched her neck to look for paper and pens nearby, trying to write out her current self, but found nothing. She grabbed Mingdang's clothes, eager to express herself, saw the peach wood bracelet on Mingdang's hand, and quickly jumped over to scratch it. a handful.

Sensing this intention, Ming Dang slammed Nan Huaimu into the air, covered the bracelet in her hand in panic, then stared at Nan Huaimu fiercely, and said again: "Wildness. "

This was her most precious thing, and it never left her body. This thing was the first thing she snatched from Nan Huaimu. Later, Nan Huaimu didn't pursue it, but gave it to her in disguise.

Others can scold her and beat her, but over the years, as long as it is something Nan Huaimu gave her, she will protect it completely and never let others touch it, not even a cat.

Nan Huaimu was hit against the wall, choked on his saliva, and finally realized how angry Ming Dang was.

And even if she can draw something, Mingdang can't believe it, she is still a cat now, even if she cultivates into a human body and completely changes her appearance, Mingdang may not believe herself.

Nan Huaimu buried her head in her paws and shrank to the ground in shame. She sensed the tension and fear of her Taoist companion.

If possible, she really wants to go through the most difficult time with Mingdang, she doesn't want to die alone at all.