The host of fast travel is Bailian in the prosperous age

The guilt in Hua Lang's heart was like a flood, surging and unstoppable, and as his words fell, a voice sounded in Xu Moshu's mind.

[Ding——The favorability of the target of the attack is +10, and the current favorability is 20. ]

But Xu Moshu is not satisfied with the 10 favorability.

You see, now he spent 100 points to buy a pain shield and hurt himself all over again.

Only 10 points, can he heal the pain in his heart?

Certainly not.

"It hurts..." Xu Moshu raised his bloody hand, and hissed heavily: "Look at it is bleeding all the time, am I going to die?"

Only then did Hua Lang realize that Xu Moshu's arm was bleeding continuously, and he frowned slightly: "Follow me back to my house, and I'll bandage it for you."

"Ah?" Xu Moshu blinked his eyes with a simple face: "But my parents said that you can't go to a stranger's house, uncle."

uncle?

Hua Lang almost couldn't hold back, and gave Xu Moshu a slap. He called him uncle, is he that old?

Really.

"Look, you send me jerky every day, so are we strangers?"

He almost gritted his teeth when he said this, but Xu Moshu pretended not to understand, raised his head and thought for a long time before saying, "That's right, then let's go, uncle."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something again, and raised his head and asked, "It's Uncle... I don't know your name yet!"

Hua Lang tried hard to calm down his anger in his heart, and kept comforting himself in his heart.

The little thing is still young, maybe he has some eye problems, don't worry about him, don't worry about him.

Although he thought so in his heart, the anger still did not subside, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Hua Lang."

"Oh!" Xu Moshu nodded, and walked side by side with Hualang: "Uncle Hualang, my name is Xu Moshu."

Hua Lang: "...um."

"Uncle Hualang, which painting is your painting? Is it Huahua's painting?" Xu Moshu was like a chatterbox, chattering non-stop in Hualang's ear, but thinking of Moshu's injuries, Hualang only Can nod.

Tsk, it really bothers me to have something around me.

It seems that he shouldn't have asked Xiaoshi to bring him food because he thought it was troublesome to find food, and he shouldn't have promised Xiaoshi that he would send him delicious food.

Are you in more trouble now?

But now that regrets are all regrets, Hua Lang still has to obediently and quietly take Xu Moshu to his house.

However, Xu Moshu didn't intend to let Hua Lang's ears be so clean, he continued: "Then which Lang is your Lang? The wolf of the big bad wolf?"

Hua Lang: "No, there are so many beautiful things."

Xu Moshu: "Oh oh oh! Hee hee, my ink is the ink of ink, and the book is the book of the book."

Hua Lang nodded flatly, and said perfunctorily, "Yes."

"Then why did you give yourself such a name? Is there any meaning?" Xu Moshu raised his head and asked.

Hua Lang replied perfunctorily: "It's nothing, it sounds good."

But Xu Moshu still said enthusiastically: "Then do you want to know why I am called this name?"

Hua Lang: "...I want to."

"Hee hee, actually, I don't know either."

Hua Lang: "..."

What is the difference between this and not saying?Why waste so much saliva to say these words?

Are you full?