Milky ginseng teasing online

The few people walked forward all the way, and they didn't meet a zombie or skeleton corpse on the road. At first, Nicola thought it was strange, but after thinking about it carefully, she understood.Feral's mental power is very strong. From the moment he set off, he used his mental power to monitor the surrounding situation, avoiding danger while walking towards the destination.

Nicola walked behind, looking at the man with eyes full of respect.

If he wanted to avoid all dangers, his mental strength must cover a wide area. They set off early in the morning, and it was almost dark now, but he hadn't shown any signs of lack of mental strength for such a long time.She was pregnant with a child, and she had to use mental energy to protect the fetus along the way. The mental energy required to protect the fetus was not much, but now she was already in a state of exhaustion.

As night falls, the scorching sun that has been hanging high all day gradually disappears. The twilight closes and the evening wind blows. The hot desert gradually cools down. As time goes by, it becomes a little cooler again, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge.

The desert at night is more threatening than during the day. Besides the skeleton corpses drilled out of nowhere, there are also wind and sand storms.After the sky was completely dark, everyone did not move forward, but found a place to rest and recuperate, and then set off tomorrow.

Sage followed behind a few people, and the people along the way didn't have much chance to talk. Seeing that everyone took out the compressed biscuits and nutrient solution, he rolled his eyes, and hurried forward, took out the food from the backpack, and said with a smile: "I still have food here. There is food, let's eat this."

Everyone looked at him, and there were some bread, ham, and canned meat in his hands, which were much better than their compressed food. The compressed biscuits that everyone ate at noon had no taste in his mouth. When he saw bread and ham, his mouth secreted saliva.

Sage smiled and distributed the food to them, saying, "I still have some in my bag, if you don't have enough food, you can get some more."

Nicola took the can and said gratefully, "Thank you."

Sage raised the corners of his mouth, indicating that this was what he should do. After several people finished posting, he looked at the man sitting alone, took out the best food from his bag and walked up.

Gun Gun is lying on Feilaer's chest, with his head lowered, his little hands are holding his own petals, his little feet are dangling, he is having fun, while Feilaer is sitting upright with his eyes closed.

Sage slowly moved to the front of Feilaer, saw that his eyes were closed, he was hesitant for a moment, he didn't know whether he should disturb him, the admiral had a bad temper at first glance, if he interrupted rashly, would he not? too suitable.

Sage was struggling, when Gun Gun suddenly raised his head, his pure black eyes blinked blankly, he tucked himself into his clothes, revealing only a pair of big watery eyes and a slightly swaying little flower red, gently tugging at it with his little hands Tore off the man's clothes.

Feilaer slowly opened his eyes, looked at the little guy in his arms with deep and cold eyes, rolled his face up, looked at the man softly, and asked vaguely and softly: "...bad, bad guy?"

Ferrar looked down slightly, and then he noticed the person standing next to him. He looked at Sage lightly, and there was a piercing chill in his dark green eyes, as if there was nothing, calm and without waves.With just one glance, Sage froze in place, his fingers trembling slightly.

Fei Laer retracted his gaze, and said lightly: "Gun Gun, there is no need to be afraid."

Gun rolled his face up, blinked his eyes blankly, let out a soft oh, and got out of his clothes, grabbed the clothes with his little hands, and said softly, "Gun Gun is not afraid."

Sage: ...

He tried his best to adjust himself, swallowed, and stammered: "I... I'm not a bad person... I just want to ask the general if you need canned food?"

Feilaer doesn't care about appetite. Compared with gourmet food, simple compressed food is more suitable for his needs. Before he can speak, the little ginseng on his chest is curiously looking at the can in Sage's hand, smacking his little mouth, The baby's voice asked childishly: "The melon head?"

Sage looked at the ginger-white unknown creature in the man's clothes. Although he didn't know what it was, he didn't dare to be careless just because of Feral's indulgence to him.

"This is called canned food, and it contains something delicious."

delicious food?

Gun Gun wrinkled his little face and pursed his little mouth in confusion.Xiaoqianrihong said that there are many delicious things in the world, but there is no such thing as Wugou Valley, and the billowing is a small ginseng, which must grow up in the soil and cannot go to the world.

Gun Gun stared straight at the can in Sage's hand with his big black and clean eyes, smacked his mouth, stretched out a small sprout, and said softly, "Gun Gun... want to..."

Need?

Sage twitched the corners of his mouth wordlessly, what's the point, this thing doesn't even have a mouth, and it can be full when you open it and sniff it?Isn't this a waste?

Seeing the man standing still, Rolling mouth pouted, eyes turning red, sniffing pitifully, buried his face on the man's chest sadly, crying in a clear and childish voice: "You want... Roll you want Tie, stick in the soil..."

Gun Gun was muttering a little aggrieved at first, but then he actually started crying, Gun Gun lacked intelligence, although he was crying pitifully, he didn't have any tears at all, his tender and soft voice was howling dryly, with a strange tone, so pitiful.

Hearing the little guy's miserable cry, the man frowned slightly, his face sank like water, his eyes sank, his deep and cold eyes looked at Sage who was frozen in place, Sage quickly recovered, stuttered at a loss: " You, don't cry, I'll give it to you."

After finishing speaking, he quickly handed over the can, but the man didn't take it, but looked back at the little ginseng in his arms.He was silent for a moment, a little puzzled flashed in his usually calm eyes, he had no idea how to coax the doll.

Gun Gun cried aggrievedly, and hiccupped. His palm-sized body made people worry.

Ferrar frowned slightly, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be in deep thought. After a while, he slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked the 'back' of the little ginseng with his pale and slender fingers. Slowly said: "Gun Gun is a natural spiritual creature, it shouldn't focus on appetite."

However, after he finished speaking, the little guy cried even louder.

Fei Laer was silent for a moment, followed his 'back' lightly, changed his mind in a rare way, and whispered: "What do you want?"

Gun rolled against him, hiccupped, and said pitifully, "Gun Gun...yes, melon... melon head..."

Feilaer responded faintly, raised his eyes slightly, and took the can from Sage's hand. Sage was relieved and hurried back to his original position.

Gun Gun took a look at the canned food, with a puckered mouth, crying in a milky voice: "Gun Gun wants to... go back to Wugou Valley..."

Unstained Valley?

Fei Laer closed his eyes slightly, thinking about what Gun Gun had said, it is not difficult to guess that this valley of innocence is where he grew up, he closed his eyes slightly, and his brain quickly searched for relevant information, but found no records about the valley of innocence .

"Wugou Valley is not here, if Gun Gun wants to go back, he has to stop crying."

Can't cry?

Rolling sucked his nose, raised his little hand to wipe his eyes, shook his little head, obediently lay back on his clothes, and said softly in a crying voice, "Don't cry!"

Feilaer responded in a low voice, and handed the can in front of him. Rolling has no human shape, and can't smell the food. He looked at the iron box in front of him, stared intently for a while with his black and clear eyes, and then deflated Shrunken mouth, dazed little mouth, I don't know what's delicious about this.He retracted his gaze without much interest, lay on his clothes, looked at his beard hanging outside his clothes, and started playing on his own. Ferrar quietly looked at the little ginseng who was playing vigorously, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and turned The cans were placed on the ground.Rolling on the clothes hem, his little hands were holding the clothes heap, following his movements, he fell into the clothes with a gurgling sound, forming a round bulge.

The body lost its balance, Gun Gun subconsciously let out an exclamation, grabbed his clothes and was about to climb out, the young tendrils clung to him weakly, before he climbed a few steps, he rolled down again.

Surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, Gun Gun calmed down slightly, his small face was wrinkled like a little bun, he tilted his face up, gently tugged at Feral's clothes, and softly called out: "Hui Laer... go."

After tumbling into the clothes, the few people secretly watching subconsciously held their breath, for fear of offending the man.

There was a small ball in his arms, Ferrar lowered his eyes slightly, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his dark green eyes, he took out the small ginseng, the small ginseng was suspended in mid-air, and the young shoots fluttered unconsciously. I thought it was fun, so I giggled.

Fei Laer put him on the can and sat down in silence, his long eyes were deeply locked, and there was rarely a trace of puzzlement on his face.

Are the little dolls' emotions so complicated?

Rolling sits on the can, kicking and kicking his little feet, babbling and humming, poking his head, looking around with big round eyes, his clever and cute appearance is quite different from a few days ago.

Nicola was eating canned food, and it was a blessing to have a good meal after a day of walking.Rolling smacked his little mouth in a daze, walked awkwardly on the sand surface lying on top of the can, then staggered to the front of Nicola, lay on his lap, raised his chubby face, The little flower on the head flickered.

Nicola looked at him, a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "Do you want to play small water polo?"

With his little hands on his back, Gun Gun said in a childish voice shaking his head, "Gun Gun grows up...don't play Sui Sui."

The little ginseng is cute, with its little hands behind its back, and its movements of shaking its little head are very similar to the people in the TV series broadcast on the light brain. It is really interesting to match the soft and vague words.

Rolling tilted his little head in a daze, completely unable to understand why Nicola would laugh. He held his little face and sighed softly, human beings are so strange.

Nicola finished eating the canned food. Seeing the little ginseng sprouts holding her face and looking at her stupidly, she was a little puzzled, and asked softly, "What are you looking at again?"

Gun Gun put down his little hand, his big black and clear eyes blinked in a daze, pointed at Nicola's slightly raised belly with his little finger, raised his face, and asked in a waxy voice: "My belly... bulging...?"

Nicola was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, gently stroking her belly, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and said softly: "It's a baby inside, so it's bulging."

Gun Gun opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes widened, the little red flower on his head trembled, he put his little hands behind his back, and let out a soft wow.

Nicola was amused, she looked at the little ginseng, chuckled and said, "Do you want to touch it?"

Rolling up his little face, his dark and lovely eyes lit up, then he nodded heavily, and said softly: "Gun Gun...touch"

Nicola smiled, and gently took his little tender leaf and placed it on her stomach.

Gun Gun opened his mouth small, his eyes were unblinking, his round cheeks were puffed out, his small hands were light, and he didn't dare to use a little effort.

After touching it, he suddenly withdrew his hand, ran back to Fei Laer's body, tugged at his sleeve, raised his face, and stammered in a soft voice: "Hui...Hui spicy Son... little baby, roll around and touch the little baby."

Feilaer slowly opened his eyes, looked at the excited little carrot at his feet, and responded with a low voice.

The little ginseng giggled foolishly, and clumsily climbed onto the man's lap with its short short legs. He lowered his head to look at his belly, and asked in a childish voice, "Go away...no , little, little baby?'”

Feilaer lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the silly little carrot, his long eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he said calmly, "You are young and have no children."

Rolling's upturned little face was wrinkled into a little bun, and he nodded half-understanding. He flopped into his pocket and yawned. His dark eyes were a little moist. He was lying on his side, holding the man's clothes with his little hands. , said in a vague and soft voice: "Rolling... Sujue..."

After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Fei Laer watched the little radish grabbing the small leaves of his clothes, his eyes dimmed.

The night was getting darker, the cold wind was blowing, and nothing happened all night.