Milky ginseng teasing online

In the boundless world, in a sudden circular green space, a man in black clothes lightly closed his long eyes, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his whole body exuded a cold air. In front of the man, a small ginseng plant the size of a palm stood staggeringly, Because he is not used to getting out of the pit, he rolled onto the grass from time to time, the little ginseng shook the little flower on his head, got up with a flutter, and then fell to the ground again, rolling and rubbing his painful body, extremely wronged, he was deflated With a small mouth and red eyes, the little tender buds are throbbing unconsciously.

After being wronged for a while, Gun Gun clumsily climbed up from the ground with the tender buds again. There are many ginseng stems, but not many that can exert strength. The tendrils were entangled, and fell to the ground again with a 'click'.

Gun Gun has been pinched by the founding goddess and flowed with chaos for thousands of years. Although he is a little stupid after cultivating spiritual wisdom, he is born with a simple and cute nature. He is cherished by the fairy lord Baicao. Knowing suffering, Wugugu has been loved by thousands of spirits for many years, and even when he is struck by lightning, he only has the consciousness of wanting to be eaten. If calculated by the age of the world, he is only a newborn cub.

After falling down a few times, Gun Gun finally couldn't hold it any longer, pursed his mouth, and cried out loudly. Because he didn't have a human form, Gun Gun could only howl dryly, his immature voice had a weird tone.

The man who had kept his long eyes closed finally opened his eyes slowly. His deep and cold eyes looked at the howling little ginseng. help.

Although the man closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, he could clearly understand the movements of the little ginseng. Hearing the babbling sound of the little ginseng, the man's expression remained unchanged, and his complexion was as frosty. Slender fingers.

Gun Gun cried for a while, his eyes were red, because he was crying so sadly, he hiccupped, looking at the big hand in front of him, Gun Gun looked up at his little head stupidly, his red eyes looked at the man's face like frost. face.

He supported the man's fingers and got up wobbly. In order to prevent another fall, the two buds were tightly wrapped around the man's fingers.

The moment he came into contact with the man, a severe coldness hit him, and the little ginseng shivered subconsciously, but the tender buds holding the man's fingers became tighter. He lay on the man's palm, rubbing his small face against the man's fingers, The non-existent tears were wiped away, the round eyes were still red, but the corners of the mouth were grinning, and a crisp but slightly weird laughter sounded.

The man withdrew his hand silently. Although Gun Gun was stupid, he still jumped onto the clothes in front of the man, rubbing his round face against the soft fabric.

After a while, the little ginseng suddenly squatted in front of the man, stretched out two small buds to hold the little face, the little mouth was slightly pursed, and the little red flower on the top of the head was a little wilted.

Zi Che'an said that if Gun Gun wants to cry, he must hold back, because they make ginseng, which cannot bring sadness to people. He is a happy plant!

But Gun Gun just cried, did Gun Gun bring him sadness? ?

The little ginseng propped up his small face, a little tangled, which has seriously exceeded his IQ.

Gun Gun remembers that the little Qianrihong in Wugou Valley said that if you don't understand something, you should ask.

Thinking this way, he turned around, pulled the man's clothes, raised his head, looked at the man with round, clear, black eyes without blinking, and asked in a childish and soft voice, "Get out of here!" ...is ginseng...okay?..."

The man looked at the babbling thing on his body, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and each of them stared at each other for a moment. After a long while, the man looked away and slowly closed his eyes.

Gun Gun stared blankly at the man, seeing that his eyes were closed, he tilted his head in confusion, blinking his eyes puzzledly.

No one told Gun Gun, what should I do if no one answers after asking if I don’t understand.Gun Gun stared blankly at the man, his small mouth slightly opened, and after a while, he yawned a little, his clear black eyes were a little moist, and his long eyelashes were also a little wet, his eyelids were closed one after another, feeling drowsy. Come.

"Rolling... broken sleep..."

The little ginseng tugged at the neckline of the man's coat, and the sprouts swished into it, leaving only a small red flower outside the clothes. Sleepy-eyed, he pinched the man's clothes with the sprouts and closed his eyes. Eyes fell asleep.

After a long time, the man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the weight in his arms and the slightly shaking little red flower on his chest, his brows were stern.

As the breathing of the little ginseng gradually calmed down, the surrounding green space gradually withered, the blooming flowers withered and fell, and the fluttering butterflies fell to the ground with a thud, but in an instant, the green space that had lasted for a day suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area returned to a desert yellow sand.

The desert at night was no longer scorching hot, but rather cool. The little ginseng in his arms hummed twice and got deeper into his clothes.

The man quietly looked at the boundless desert in front of him, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and the cold air blended with the night.

Beside him, thin electromagnetic ripples and an extremely light electric current sound suddenly appeared. Amidst the electric current sound, there was a faint sound that seemed to be there.

"Smart Brain A1... Start..."

"Language system conversion..."

"Related information query..."

"Query results... ancient, ancient earth organisms... the specifics cannot be verified... it is reasonable to speculate that some kind of precious plant on ancient earth..."

"Big, big white radish..."

The voice was extremely shallow, intermittent, with a buzzing sound.

The man's long eyes were lightly closed, and he didn't react too much to what he heard. His tall and straight body blended into the night.

In the darkness, the little red flower on the man's chest trembled slightly, and the bud holding the man's coat curled up slightly, and then there was a childish sound, the little ginseng smacked its lips in a daze, and held the collar of the man's coat tightly. The little hand unconsciously let go, and rolled down directly along the clothes, lying sprawled on the yellow sand, the sand surface was very soft, but a bit cool, the little ginseng shivered, opened his eyes sleepily, he Rubbing his eyes in a daze, his slightly moist eyes stared blankly at the dark night sky.

The evening wind blew, and the yellow sand was flying. The little red flower on the top of the head was stained with some yellow sand. He sat up in a daze, his round eyes were full of confusion. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the little flower on his head, and then trembled. Shaking his body, the sand on the little flower fell down with his movements, Gun Gun curiously stretched out his little hand to catch the fine sand, his little face was full of shock, and his little mouth opened wide.

what is this?

Gu Gun stared blankly at the yellow sand under him, stretched out his little hand and patted it a few times, the soft and cool feeling was very novel.The yellow sand was photographed flying around, but it was rolling but it seemed unheard of. It kept patting, like a child who got a new toy, which was novel and liked.

He giggled, his ginger-white body rolled back and forth in the yellow sand, and the tendrils beside him fluttered happily.

The yellow sand was very soft, rolling and flopping, and he fell into the yellow sand unknowingly. When he realized that his body had been covered by the yellow sand, only a small red flower was sticking out tenaciously.

Gun Gun struggled to get out, and pushed his little hands outwards vigorously, but the little ginseng was too small, if he struggled, he could only sink deeper and deeper.

After rolling around for a while, I became tired, my body was covered with sand, it was cool, itchy, and not at all uncomfortable.

Shut up your mouth, your eyes have dimmed a bit, and the joy you had before is no longer there.

Gun Gun doesn't like it at all, Gun Gun wants to get stuck in the dirt of Wugou Valley, Gun Gun wants to get out.

Gun Gun's eyes were red, his small mouth was pinched with grievance, and he hummed subconsciously in his throat.

The man sitting quietly beside him looked at the long strip that was getting deeper and deeper, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he lifted him out before Gungun opened his mouth and cried.

Gun Gun instinctively wrapped all his beard around the man's wrist, lying in the palm of his hand aggrievedly, looking at the yellow sand on the ground, Gun Gun pursed his mouth, groaned and turned his eyes away from it.

"Fuck off...don't play...bad!"

He rubbed the palm of the man's hand, complained in a soft and childish voice, and then gave Huang Sha on the ground a 'vicious' look.

Don't play with it anymore!

The author has something to say: Today is over~~Happy Dragon Boat Festival~ I also wish the little angels of the college entrance examination the gold list titles!