Urban Fashion Cultivation

Fan Zhilan has always thought that she is untouched by silt, no matter how much wind and rain blows, she is still proud and firm... Xiao Qingqing, no matter how much his mother Kongmeng Fairy brainwashes him, he can't hack his pure and flawless body Little heart... Even after traveling to the earth and knowing the term Plato, he was still in the dead of night, biting a small handkerchief, feeling lost alone, hoping that one day, he would meet his one and only one, and the two of them held hands together. Hold hands, look at each other with a shy smile, and talk about a beautiful love that can be regarded as Plato...

It has been said that every man thinks he likes a woman until he falls in love with another man.

There are also people who say that every man thinks that he is a proud little fresh flower before he turns yellow and violent...

Fan Zhilan underestimated the influence of Fairy Kongmeng, and also overestimated her own integrity... Anyway, he suddenly backtracked, and promised himself to Hao Yingjun that before he was sure that Tiffany was a good man who kept himself clean, he would definitely To keep a proper distance, this kind of wise decision to abandon it as if it were a shoe, and to keep people on this deserted island with a particularly black belly, and try to do some very violent things...

Absolutely miserable, okay?While Hao Yingjun angrily helped Fan Zhilan clean up the mess, he continued to think viciously, this damn ghost, just wait to be thrown down and eaten by Fan Fan!At that time, even if you shout your throat, no one will come to rescue you!Not only was there no one to save you, Master Hao Yingjun had to watch the whole process and then cheer for Fan Fan!

Of course, in Hao Yingjun's mind, for the sake of the rationality of the story, the plot seems to be a little unconstrained. Fan Fan, who has been trained for many years, must be a man among men, attack!King!Black belly and domineering!Handsome and cold-blooded!In front of him, a dead boy like Tiffany must be weak. After some violence, he will lie delicately in Fan Fan's arms...

Hao Yingjun was thinking about the rippling place, when he didn't notice for a while, someone caught him by the tail, and he was carried upside down and put into a comfortable backpack. This backpack was his favorite bright orange color, and it was comfortable and warm inside. It was his usual favorite. Likes a place to live.When going out this time, of course I have to bring my backpack. What a touching relationship between a master and a servant... But now it has become a cage used by its cruel little master to lock it up...

Fan Fan's voice was weak and dull through a layer of backpacks, revealing a guilty conscience that couldn't be concealed, "Hao Yingjun, I feel sorry for you to stay alone first, I always feel that it is a little small for you to watch from the side. I'm shy... You must be tired anyway... I'm sorry, I will make it up to you later and cook you a big meal! I'll call you when I'm done... By the way, your expression just now was a bit strange. What are you thinking? Hmm, I won’t ask you, just think about it quietly and slowly~”

The zipper is closed.

Hao Yingjun's expression cracked - bridge bean sack!What did I just miss!Fan Fan, what are you going to do? Why do I feel a little shy when I look at you? !Wait ah, are you really planning to push it down directly! ! !

It has to be said that Fan Zhilan was definitely not the only one who was affected by Fairy Kongmeng's subconscious, Hao Yingjun was also polluted.But I swear to the lamp, those brain holes it just opened are just to adjust the mood!Fan Fan can't really be that fierce, can he? !

It can't help but scream!Because it is clear after all that yy is just yy, even if his imaginary Fan Fan attacks again, he is just an extremely weak Shou (female version)—well, maybe a little stronger (male version), But it really has no hope for Fan Fan's counterattack!As an unreasonable feudal parent, Hao Yingjun really hopes that Fan Zhilan will always be a cute loli (Huh?) when the children raised by him will suffer [-]% of the time. Abducted, and then suffered huge damage!

I heard that it will bleed for the first time... (tears)

Hao Yingjun secretly opened the zipper, and with two big bags of tears in his eyes, he looked out worriedly——

If something really happened, I would definitely stop it!Let that damned little boy be a complete eunuch!

Hey - that's a great idea!As long as I do it cleverly, so that the villain named Tiffany will not find out, when he notices that he is wilting, he will only think that his body is not up to date... After all, he has been wilting for more than ten years hahaha , and then he will feel inferior and not worthy of the perfect Fan Fan—or if he continues to be with Fan Fan shamelessly, then he will have to suffer!Miaomiaomiao!In this way, no matter how weak Fan Fan is, facing a wilted boyfriend, he will either break up or attack him!

In this way, not only will Fan Fan be spared from being harmed, but the goal that he is looking forward to - 'Fan Fan grows into a man of indomitable spirit' can be fulfilled satisfactorily!

Hao Yingjun rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears that blocked his sight, and continued to look out intently.

Did not see the expected blinding scene, those two dogs and men are neatly dressed, they are very upright, you catch fish and I pick firewood, you hunt and I light fire, talking and laughing, the atmosphere is harmonious, as if they are on vacation Among them, no one has the impetuousness of living on a desert island.

Fan Zhilan did not use his Qiankun bag, which can be called a treasure bag, to kill all directions. I don't know if it is because he still doesn't trust Tiffany, or because of the fun of hard work. Anyway, all the tools of the two are taken from the small amount of life carried by the helicopter. Supplies, picnic ingredients, and most of the seasonings are all local materials, as if they are playing house, playing a game of survival on a deserted island, anyway, the two people have a feeling of not wanting to leave.

Hao Yingjun's eyelids drooped, and his round black bean eyes turned into two slender slits. He was surrounded by black air masses. Without saying a word, he sat down in the backpack again, and put the zipper back on silently.It was flipping the table crazily in its heart - I have all my pants off, so you just show me this? !It's just a picnic, Fan Fan, what are you doing so ambiguously!Waste of my expression!

Tiffany set up a pergola and looked into the distance for a while, then looked down at Fan Zhilan who was killing fish with great interest, the corners of her mouth raised, obviously in a very good mood, "We don't have salt, but sea fish probably have a salty taste? But that one What should the rabbit do? Do we still have to boil sea water? If we knew we were going to be stranded on a deserted island, we would have brought more food. With our current conditions, the food we make must not be very tasty..."

The ready-made food on the plane is only a small box of compressed military biscuits that you don’t want to touch. Well, there is also a small box of canned luncheon meat that is about to expire-these things are obviously used as a precautionary measure. One day it will come in handy. After all, it is not a time of war. In a civilized society, delicious food can be replenished at any time. As for these unappetizing munitions, it is better to wait until one day when they are sent to a ghost place like the Sahara. Think again!

Of course, Tiffany is a guy who can't cook at all. He weighed it carefully. If there is no Fan Zhilan, he will definitely not bother fishing and hunting. This small box of compressed biscuits is enough for half a month, and it is impossible for him to live on a desert island for so long.

But now there is Fan Zhilan, he has eaten the delicious food made by Fan Zhilan, and every time he thinks about it, he salivates... The only thing to worry about at present is whether the salt directly extracted from the sea water can be eaten, and only the seasoning of salt, Even if she believes in Fan Zhilan's culinary skills, in such a situation where it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, can she still turn decay into magic...

Blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, sunshine.There is a busy person around.

Tiffany stretched comfortably. How long has he been so relaxed?Even though he had only experienced betrayal and gun battles, this quiet scene at this time was enough to make up for it.And on this deserted island independent of human civilization, there are only the two of them, whether they are enemies or friends, they are still far away in the sky and have never appeared.So he stole half a day of leisure, and Tiffany felt more comfortable than ever before.

Fan Zhilan was keenly aware of this, and he felt elated, while using spiritual power to moisten the cleaned sea fish on his hands, while chatting with Tiffany, "Don't worry, there are such things as seasonings everywhere! Anyway, you just wait to eat, make sure the color and taste are good! By the way, who do you think is the one who attacked us this time? Now that we are trapped here, if your subordinates think you are dead, will they mess up, and then To give the enemy in the dark an opportunity?"

He is more scheming, trying to test Tiffany in a roundabout way. After all, although he is full of violence now, if because of plotting against Tiffany, he delays his business and ends up suffering a heavy loss, he can't bear it. of.

Fortunately, Tiffany shook his head very easily. He smiled and comforted Fan Zhilan, "I probably know who the people who attacked us are, and who wants me to die the most? I can't escape those people! Don't worry, understand Chaz is very capable, with him around, there will be no big troubles. And he also definitely believes that I, Tiffany, will not die so easily. Just taking this opportunity, everyone thinks I am dead, Richard Now you can let go and do a big job... It's not us who have to worry about it now, those who dare to plot against me should pray hard!"

Tiffany said so. In fact, a very advanced special frequency band signal transmitter is hidden in a small green jade pendant on his neck. Tiffany spends most of this time dormant, using The transmitter, which only woke up at a certain time, sent a few words to Richards in a password, and let the other side successfully locate his location at this time.

"I suspended my death, you follow the plan. Pick me up in at least five days."

At that time, Hao Yingjun was going to a different dimension in his brain hole, and within a few seconds, a fish that slipped through the net, before it was aware of it, it was so dark.

A joyous picnic on a deserted island, the two of them have ghosts in their hearts.