live in jail [interstellar]

Qiao Mobai saw the word visiting the prison, and then remembered the second half of what Zeng Dong said before, and this matter. After nodding and agreeing, he checked that the phone was only half charged, and took the solar power bank: "Come on, everyone, let's go out, I haven't eaten yet."

The people who came out of the room walked out along the corridor, and there were footsteps coming from the glass door.

Qiao Mobai put the phone in his coat pocket and walked towards the glass door. The two who were walking outside and inside met in the corridor.

The wild mastiff was coming back from the outside. Walking alone in the narrow corridor with a tall body felt oppressive. Qiao Mobai took a deep breath and nodded calmly at him; "Here you are, the new one How is the person?"

"In Prison No. [-]." Huang Mastiff was not in the mood, and was a little listless when answering questions.

Qiao Mobai felt strange, and blinked, "Why did you go to No. [-] and left with Xia Gan?"

"No, he will come here to look for me tomorrow, you..." Huang Mastiff walked up to him and stopped, looking down at him, "Does what you said yesterday still count?"

"It can be counted, but you shouldn't need it now, right?"

Although he didn't understand why the prisoners were so excited when they saw a guide, he and Xia Gan, who were staring at the man who wanted to eat him every day, turned around and ran to the newcomer.

Presumably the opponent's ability to speak out is a hundred times stronger than him.

"It's useful, it's not very comfortable now, Gabriel will come tomorrow, you just need to help me once today."

Qiao Mobai stood in the corridor, a little hesitant whether his words were fooling him or telling the truth.

After hesitating again and again, he scratched his head and looked at the other party with an innocent face: "Okay, you wait for me in the room for a while, and I will go to the dining hall to eat."

"I'll go too."

"No, if you go together, let's forget about it."

Qiao Mobai didn't dare to get along with him any longer, he naturally wanted to keep this dangerous person as far away as possible.

"it is good."

The wild mastiff gave in, turned sideways and asked the other party to go first.

Joe, cowardly, Bai quickly sneaked past him, and went straight to the dining hall without looking back.

On both sides of the path, half of the robots that filled the aisle just now walked away, and the rest were monitoring the location of the dining hall, where there were still many prisoners gathered in groups of three or four and did not leave.

Each held a food bag in his hand, and while drinking, discussed what had just happened with the people around him.

When Qiao Mobai walked there, everyone who was chatting stopped their movements and looked at him.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Qiao Mobai held his breath and walked over in a daze.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know, the anchors are probably confused."

"These people are more like prisoners than anchors."

"Yes, yes, yes! Look at the one sitting at the back of the canteen, he looks like a gangster."

The mobile phone in the jacket pocket faithfully recorded this scene. The gangster who was pointed at by the camera was wearing a white T, black shorts and flip-flops. He had a bronze complexion and scars from his chin to his shoulders. A big man who has experienced a lot.

"The anchor is probably weak, pitiful, and innocent now."

"Hahahaha, at the scene of gang bosses fighting, an anchor selling popsicles walked in."

"Miserable, it's another day for the host to shed tears of true love."

The audience in the live broadcast room were all chatting about the embarrassment faced by the host, but Qiao Mobai didn't see it, otherwise he would have turned off the live broadcast and pretended nothing happened.

Resisting the urge to go back the same way, Qiao Mobai passed through the crowd, and Qiao Mobai, who walked into the entrance of the dining hall, was lifting his foot and stepping up the steps.

A pair of flip-flops stuck out, and the straight and thick black hair on that calf made Qiao Mobai swallow, and looked up along that leg, facing the gangster's face: "Brother, what does this mean?"

"Boy, from Prison No. [-]?"

Qiao Mobai looked around at the prisoners who were staring at him, and nodded with a soft neck; "That's right, why can't No. [-] have dinner today?"

"Fart, you were so rude to Gabriel just now, you still have the face to come here!"

Aside, a man like a thin monkey rushed up.

Qiao Mobai's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he took a few steps back to avoid the other party's saliva attack: "What did I do to him? He didn't heal me, and he didn't do me any good. I treated a Strangers. Besides, I asked that because I was worried that if he was a liar, you would all be fooled."

"Being fooled is also our business. If you don't want to be treated, just go away. During the period when Gabriel is in prison, you'd better stay away from him, otherwise we won't let you go even if you live in prison No. [-]." you!"

Before the boss of the gangster could speak, the thin monkey finished talking.

Qiao Mobai, who received the threat, agreed obediently; "Okay, I agree! The premise is that he can't come to trouble me!"

"Gabriel will not trouble you."

Less than half a day later, the group of prisoners had already surrendered to Gabriel's strength and charm.

"Everyone has to do what they say, and we can't let it go now." Qiao Mobai pointed to the long, thick and hairy leg that blocked the way.

The gang leader let out a cold snort from his nose, put his hands on his chest and retracted his legs. Qiao Mobai walked in and took five or six cents of food bags in one go. He guessed that it might not be peaceful outside these few days.

For the sake of his own life, he brought some more food back home. He planned to stay in the room honestly these days and not go anywhere.

Holding his arms full of food, Qiao Mobai walked through the bad prisoners again, and before leaving, he saw a pair of brothers in beautiful little skirts at the intersection.

Thinking of the beautiful little skirt in his room, Qiao Mobai's eyes lit up and he rushed over.

"Butch! Blow! Right?"

When Xia Gan introduced him last time, Qiao Mobai was very impressed by these two fashion-forward prisoners.

"Yes, yes, you still remember us, are you hungry?"

Seeing the food in his arms, Butch remembered the bad memory of the last time, subconsciously clutched his stomach, and looked at his clothes with some disappointment: "We gave you a beautiful skirt last time, you don't like it?" ?"

Why don't you wear that dress, which is a new dress that the brothers have been sewing for a week.

Someone who was about to sell his little skirt, the smile on the corner of his raised mouth did not become embarrassed at all because of the accident, "I like it very much, and I wonder why someone in the prison gave me such a beautiful little skirt."

It seemed that his two thousand yuan was about to go to waste.

"The fabric I chose, the handwork he made." Butch pointed at his brother, a little nervous and a little excited.

Since they fell in love with these, everyone who faced their hobbies was full of disgust. This is the first person who does not dislike their small skirts.

Even though he lives in Prison [-], it still sounds a bit scary.

But the sense of being recognized for the things he made hard, made Butch couldn't help but invite him; "There are many clothes in our room, all of which are made by us, and they are more beautiful than that one, if you like Can I choose a few more?"

In the words, the cautious and expectant eyes made a group of audience in the live broadcast room on the mobile phone boil immediately.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"Be careful, give the host a thousand dollars, please don't refuse the little cutie!"

"Children have to choose, and adults have to choose! Why does such a cute boy live in prison!!!"

"The last time the brothers were frightened by Brother Wen and ate desperately in the restaurant, it was so memorable that they couldn't refuse such a lovely invitation."

Qiao Mobai was standing at the intersection, his arms were filled with the food he was going to eat for the next few days, now he regretted talking to the brothers, so refuse it now.

He looked at the two of them hesitantly. The two brothers were clearly looking forward to it, but pretended not to care about it, as if they were rejecting the two golden retrievers who only invited pets. It was too much against conscience!

"I'll go, but I'm going back to my room soon. These are food for Zhou Quan and Brother Wen."

Someone pointed to the food in their arms, reminding them that there was someone waiting behind them.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word Wen Ge, the two brothers immediately looked at each other, and waved their hands in horror: "Next time, then next time, let them eat first."

"Don't worry, it's okay to let them wait."

Joe, a bad-hearted person, with a bright white smile, raised his chin in the direction of Prison No. [-], "Let's go, let's go back quickly."

I just used my mobile phone to take a picture of Prison No. [-].

"It's all your fault." Blow pushed his brother's arm, blaming him for inviting him over.

"It's your fault too. If you remind me, I won't be like this."

Butch pouted unhappily, glanced at his brother, and secretly glanced at the person in front of him, then couldn't help muttering: "It's okay, Wen Jiuhuai is not here, we just asked him to take a look at his clothes, Send him back soon."

"Don't you want those clothes to be seen by people other than us? He liked those just now!" Butch made a big killer.

Blow thought of his craftsmanship being recognized by others, and the words of disapproval stuck in his throat, and he still couldn't speak out until he walked to the door of No. [-].

"What number do you live in?"

Before stepping up the steps, Qiao Mobai was curious about where the two lived.

"Number [-], and Number [-], where we live. I will lead the way." Blow stepped up the steps with long legs and walked in front to lead him.

The glass door into No. [-] is a corridor of the same type as No. [-] Prison. The two brothers led him in one after the other.

When passing through the first iron door, Qiao Mobai heard a strange voice coming from inside the iron window on the door. Just as he wondered if he heard it wrong, the voice inside the iron window became louder and louder, and someone's face gradually darkened.

Butch walked behind, his face twisted into a bun: "It's Gabriel's voice."

Qiao Mobai looked at him with a question mark on his forehead, "Which guide?"

"It's him. Everyone is now waiting for the cure according to the ranking of the room they live in. Senior Wen will not participate, so we will start from No. 2 now."

No. 2 lived in Prison No. [-], so Gabriel was the first to treat him.

The guide of a certain travel agency really wanted to cover his ass, and asked if their guides healed like this?

Shouldn't it lead tourists to visit mountains and rivers, historical sites and nature?Why did you make such a somewhat fanciful sound.

Qiao Mobai shook his head vigorously, put away all the dirty things in his mind, coughed a few times secretly, "I'm in a hurry, where is your room, let's go."

No. 9 and No. [-] rooms are deep in the corridor, and there is a turn to enter a slightly smaller passage on the way. After Blow led him through No. [-] and No. [-] rooms, he finally came to the room where the two brothers lived.

In the corridor, a long-haired man in a black suit saw three people standing at the door, and quickly walked over, his red eyes quickly swept over Qiao Mobai: "Identity scan, George Ann of Prison No. [-], Confirmation."

'Is this the administrator of your No. [-] prison? Qiao Mobai saw that the pattern on his shoulders was the same as that of Zeng Dong, and thought that he probably held the same position as Zeng Dong.

"Well, his name is Agou, come in, we put all our things here."

Butch ignored the existence of Agou indifferently, and opened the door No. [-], and the curtain was full of clothes hangers on the wall, with long and short colorful fabrics, materials and tools, semi-finished clothes, and finished clothes hung row after row.

Qiao Mobai stood at the door, looking at the room that looked like a fashion designer's office, "Are you doing this in prison?"

The two brothers nodded affirmatively, and Butch couldn't wait to rush in, and handed him the sketch he drew yesterday; "Look, this is the pattern I drew yesterday, and I always feel that something is missing."

Qiao Mobai lowered her head. This is a long dress in a casual style. The hem of the long skirt is covered with large elm-leaf and plum blossoms. The upper body is in a minimalist style.

"It's pretty good, there's nothing wrong with it."

He stepped into the room, looked around, and saw some large scissors and even a sewing machine on the table.

It can be seen that these two people directly changed their imprisonment into a simple matter of changing offices.

"Look, I just said that the painting of this dress is very good, because you are not confident."

Blow took the painting from his brother and carefully put it in the box where he usually stores design drafts; "Now you should be happy."

"You always say that what I do is very good and perfect. How do I know if you are telling the truth or comforting me."

"Now that everyone else says that, you should always believe me."

Qiao Mobai turned his back to the two twins, walked into the room, quietly took a pair of scissors on the table, quickly hid them in his sleeve, turned around as if nothing had happened, and looked at the two innocently ; "Where is the dress you are talking about, take it out quickly."

"Yes, yes! Just wait for me!"

Hearing his voice, Butch finally remembered his business. He took out the newly completed clothes in the closet and handed them to him, "Look, this is the one. It’s a skirt, but it can also be used as a skirt with long trousers.”

Qiao Mobai grabbed the hem of the skirt and rubbed it vigorously with her fingers; 'Is this jacquard cloth?The suit pants are made of cotton, right? "

"You know this!!!"

Butch looked at him with eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

"That's it."

Although Qiao Mobai has never done research on fabrics, there is a Ms. Liu in her family who likes to sew clothes by herself. After long-term contact, she has some understanding of fabrics.

The material used to make a suit usually needs to be straight on the upper body, so a lot of lining is added inside the jacket, but the material of the suit pants needs to be soft. Only natural fabrics can bring this soft touch, such as cashmere and mulberry silk. The fabric is relatively high-end, but it is easy to wear and tear, so wool is generally used for suit pants, and some chemical fiber materials are added to it.

After he finished speaking, he put down the cloth and raised his head. Qiao Mobai was shocked by the twinkling eyes. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No! No! You mean special help, right?" Butch tilted his head, motioning for his brother to agree.

"That's right, that's really good of you. Have you read that ancient interstellar clothing book?" Blow ran into his storage room and took out the books he carefully collected.

Qiao Mobai was even more surprised than them when he saw the thick book, which was as thick as the seventh set of dictionary; "Do you still have books here? Can I borrow them to have a look?"

After all, he had already stretched out his hand to take the book that Blow brought over with one hand. When he picked up the book, Qiao Mobai realized that the book not only looked thick, but also had unique weight. Complete collection of clothing.

"This book will not be written in two eras."

Someone laughed and turned the pages of the book without even thinking about it. The heavy pages were turned, and there was a line of small characters written on the first page; Incomplete, please forgive me."

The person who saw this line of small characters when he opened the book page, the phone camera in his pocket also honestly recorded this line of words.

"what?"

"Uh?"

"Passed through?"

"Mom, I'm so scared, what's going on here!!!"

"Actually... I have a hunch that the prison where the anchor lives is very different from ours."

"Don't run upstairs. Actually, I also had that kind of thought, but I didn't dare to say it when I saw that the anchor had a big heart."

"Those robots, and those who were beaten to death like Zeng Dong, were able to be intact in less than a day, which is very strange from all aspects."

"The anchor's camera hasn't moved since just now, is the blow too big?"

"I'm holding my little arms tightly now, afraid that the anchor will collapse.'

Qiao Mobai didn't collapse, he calmly skipped the line of words, lowered his eyes and opened the pages of the book page by page, the numbers on the text, and some clothes styles he had worn, every page A note was added to the above, and it came from the ancient planet Earth.

People who flipped through dozens of pages in a row, the raised corners of their mouths gradually became tighter, they stopped turning pages step by step, and directly held the whole book upside down, starting from the last page.

Most of the costumes in the first year of Interstellar like to use solid-colored fabrics for the whole body, paying attention to naturalness. "

"This set of long skirts is the style worn by the wife of the general of the Star Alliance when she got married in the last century."

Qiao Mobai knew every word, but the content written in this book made him no different from an illiterate at the moment.

"Qiao Mobai, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell, or we'll invite Gabriel over here! Wait a minute."

Seeing that his face was getting paler, Butch was a little worried that he would faint suddenly. Could it be that his mental body had gone berserk?

Thinking of this, he rushed out to find Gabriel in a panic.

"Wait." The hoarse voice stopped Butch, and the person who closed the book raised his eyes and put the book in his arms calmly: "Don't ask him, lend me this book for three days, I won't borrow it in vain , when Xia Gan came to you last time, he should have told you that my strength is very special, when you need help in the future, you can come to Room [-] of Prison No. [-] to find me."

Blow looked at the books in his arms, and there was a flash of heartache in his eyes. It was the only one he collected. A total of [-] copies of this book were published at the beginning, and now they have already sold for sky-high prices in the market.

"Will you give us back the things you took away?" Really reluctant to leave his beloved books with others, Blow struggled for a long time but couldn't help but speak out for his books.

A pair of calm black eyes turned around and landed on Buluo without saying a word. The next second the man raised his hand and pulled out something from his sleeve; "Give it back to you."

Blow; "..."

Butch: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded by the host's coquettish operation in worry.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have thought that the anchor would cry. He obviously would directly kill these aliens."

"One second, I was worried that our people on Earth would lose, and the next second the anchor's operation made me worry about the physical and mental health of the interstellar people."

The person who returned the scissors was very thick-skinned. Holding the book in his arms, he not only learned to ignore that he had such a thing, but also searched in this room.

"Brother, what should I do..."

Butch stood in the room, noticing for the first time that the friend they'd brought back didn't seem all that friendly.

'Don't be afraid, even if he lives in No. [-], he wouldn't dare to do anything to us. Blow touched his younger brother's head, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man taking out a set of haute couture clothes from the hanger, rushing up without taking a breath, protecting his precious clothes; "This, this can't be damaged . "

"I won't do it, tell me, what does this pattern mean." Qiao Mobai pointed to a circular pattern similar to the earth on the skirt, and asked.

Blow squinted and glanced at the pattern on the skirt that he sewed by himself: "Earth, my dress is in the style of destruction. I heard from the teacher in the school that before the destruction of the earth, some human beings had already boarded Noah's Ark." We went to the interstellar to find a new residence, and we didn’t know until we settled down that the earth was completely destroyed and exploded less than 50 years after we left.”

"This is the picture I imagined when the earth was destroyed." Speaking of his professional skills, Blow was very proud.

"Imagine your uncle, you have never seen you draw wool." Qiao Mobai quickly grabbed the pattern with his palm, and directly tore the ugly earth pattern with both hands.

Bu Luo looked at the little skirt in his hand, and then at Qiao Mobai's bully face, he was wronged and pitiful.

"The little angel brother group suffered all-round blows from the anchor, and my sister gave me a hug. "

"Little boy, give a reward of [-] to the brother group who was threatened by the host. To be honest, can the host's money be exchanged in Interstellar?"

"Hahahahaha, probably not."

"So the anchor will become the only person in the anchor world who has all the money in the backstage, but can't spend a dime?"

"After I read it, I will definitely return it to you, and I will go back to my room first."

Qiao Mobai's mind is messed up, he urgently needs a quiet place to think about some problems.

"The book..."

Blow didn't give up, and wanted to speak.

"Brother, give it to him first, I believe he will return it to us."

Butch grabbed Blow and shook his head at him. The two of them watched Qiao Mobai go out of Prison No. [-] without looking back, holding the complete book of clothing.

Walking under the Yangguan, Qiao Mobai was holding the things in his arms but felt chills on his back, and his mind was full of all kinds of online novels he had read.

In fact, during these days, it's not that he hasn't doubted his position.

But every time he turned on the live broadcast and saw those familiar comments, he took it for granted that he was just arrested by an illegal organization.

As long as he doesn't give up, he will still have a chance to leave here.

Those who returned to Prison No. [-] turned off the live broadcast without hesitation, sat in the room and opened the brick-like book, reading from the small print on the first page.

Without missing any details, I read page by page.

This night, despite all kinds of strange noises from the outside world, Qiao Mobai sat there unmoved, and after reading all the contents of this book quietly and silently, the sky outside has changed from day to night. From night to day again.

The person who closed the book stared blankly at the light shining through the iron window without moving.

In the monitoring room of the Lion Prison, Zeng Dong was sitting on a chair with his hands resting on his chin, maintaining the same posture for a long time.

He looked at the person in Room [-] of Prison No. [-]. The person had been sitting quietly in the room since he came back from Area [-]. This was not in line with his personality and temper.

"Agou, the tenth was in the third area yesterday, what happened to him."

Agou, the manager of No. [-] area, was holding the brewed coffee, and when he passed behind him, he was suddenly stopped by someone, turned around in a daze, walked in front of him again, and bent down to look at the person on the monitor; " He stole the scissors from the Bu brothers, tore up a new dress from the Bu brothers, and robbed the books of the Bu brothers."

Zeng Dong, who originally thought he was being bullied in area [-], put down his palm resting on his chin, "Let's go."

"Are you sure? Then I'm leaving."

A Gou carried the coffee and went to patrol the room again. The people in the monitoring room stared at the prisoner all night, finally stood up, walked to the only faucet in the room, took off his shirt, and then bent down to take off his pants .

The white striped body was under surveillance, and people could clearly see it at a glance. Turning on the faucet, the person standing in front of the mirror and taking a cold shower poured cold water on his head with a numb expression.

The cold water made the head that hadn't slept all night more awake. After standing under the water and washing for half an hour, Qiao Mobai's expression returned to normal. He walked out barefoot and took out the clothes he used to change from his backpack. After cleaning the clothes, he lay down on the single bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Traveling to interstellar time, changing from an earthling to an alien, this matter must not be casually told to others.

And why did he travel through? Qiao Mobai thought that the crocodile pond in the zoo, and the passage to climb out of the pond must still be somewhere in the interstellar space. If he jumped from there again, would he be able to travel back?

"Georgian, open the door."

Outside the door, Zeng Dong stood at the door with a cold face, holding several sets of brand new clothes in his hands.

The person on the single bed turned over and ignored the sound.

The next second, the door was opened directly from the outside, Zeng Dong walked in, condescendingly glanced at the person on the bed with his back facing him, bent down and put the clothes in his hand on the bedside; "This is your change of clothes .”

"No."

Qiao, unhappy, Bai turned over again, turned to look at Zeng Dong, "How many years has StarCraft been developing, do you remember?"

"12091 years and 4 months."

"It's April now."

He remembered that on the second day after he first moved in, March was still written on the calendar in the dining hall.

"What are you making a fuss about, snatching things from Prison No. [-], destroying other people's things, and still putting on such a face."

When the word "face" was mentioned, Zeng Dong stared at his red and swollen eyes in disgust, "Crying again, trash!"

The person who would definitely refute when he heard this in the past, lay there lazily, with his eyelids raised listlessly; "I want to go home."

"Gabary has come to the prison, don't offend him, as long as your illnesses are cured, you will go back."

"I feel that my recent memory has become very poor. Do you know what my parents' names are? How old am I? Why can't I remember anything?"

Qiao Mobai pretended to be bewildered, sat up from the bed, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and at the same time pinched the tender flesh of his thighs under the quilt, and the red eyes soon shed tears again; "I have never dared to say , My recent memory is getting worse and worse, will I soon even forget you. "

"The test results show that everything is normal for you, so don't pretend to be here."

"Have you read the report? How can you be sure that you are getting the real one or the fake one? In case someone in the prison is against me or has a second heart with you, how can you guarantee this?"

A series of questions pushed Zeng Dong's endurance to the limit, and he gave the weeping waste a cold look, "This is not something you should care about, it's your task to please Gabriel."

After finishing speaking, I didn't want to listen any more, opened the door and walked out.

After a few steps, he turned his head again, gritted his teeth and stared at that trash; "From today on, give me all your clothes!"

Someone blinked his black eyes in confusion, 'I'm fully dressed.ah! ! !you……"

The person on the bed quickly covered his body, and pointed at the person with his finger in disbelief; "You actually watched me take a shower!!"

"..." For the first time, Zeng Dong didn't refute, turned around and opened the door and left.

Room No. [-] regained its calm. Qiao Mobai opened his trousers and looked at a place in which he was in neutral: "Zeng Dong may have other thoughts about me, right? state."

He opened the clothes at the head of the bed, and someone thoughtfully put a few sets of brand new unopened underwear inside.

"My body has one more person to worry about."

"Oh, supervising students is difficult."

………………

Zeng Dong, who left Room [-], returned to his office, sat on the chair and watched the person in the surveillance system lying there eating again, with a flash of disgust on his face, and the back of the chair turned a half After circling, one palm took out the materials from the cabinet by the wall.

That was George Ann's last inspection report. Zeng Dong looked at this document, and every piece of data on it seemed to be normal.

The person in front of the chair thought for a while, and then took out the inspection report George Ann made on his first day in prison.

Putting the two reports together, Zeng Dong compared each item of data above.

The line of sight kept moving down, and finally landed on the top of the terminal serial number.

The paper of the last report is a bit old, and the data on it are the necessary inspections that every prisoner will do after entering.

This new report had only been typed out for two or three days. Zeng Dong picked up the paper and put it under the light. On the line of the terminal serial number, there were slightly undulating fiber traces on the paper.

The inspection report was revised, and the people in the room put down the paper calmly and put it back in the cabinet, as if nothing had happened.

He went out to patrol normally, but occasionally Zeng Dong looked in the direction of the inspection station, and there was always a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The prisoner in Room [-] of Prison No. [-] lived in his single room for two days. After eating all the food, he finally had to leave the room.

On the path, there was no one extra. When Qiao Mobai was about to walk to the dining hall, he heard the familiar sound of nature coming from the dining hall. Just as he was thinking about what the MLM angel wanted to do, he came from the dining hall. Get out alone.

With the white robe and hood, people could recognize the other party's identity at a glance, but Qiao Mobai stood on the spot and stared at the man's bright red lips and the completely uncovered marks on his upper body.

It's like being ridden over the head by ten thousand alpacas.

"Little cutie, you're too late. I'm a little tired today, come back tomorrow." Gabriel smiled a little tired, with a loose robe hanging on his body and tied against his thin body.

Following his movements, the imprint on his chest was constantly imprinted in Qiao Mobai's mind.

"That..." Qiao Mobai's hands and feet were a little cold, and he stood there and called that person with a guilty conscience.

Gabriel raised his eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

"The wizard's healing, how to do it?"

Gabriel was stunned, then raised his hand to cover his lips exaggeratedly with a smile, walked in front of him in two or three steps, lifted his chin, and his blue eyes fell into his eyes: "Little cutie, are you Not underage."

Qiao Mobai's face changed from white to red to blue to black, and he gritted his teeth tightly so as not to push this nonsense person out: "Speak as you speak, don't move."

"I'll remember what little cutie said. I won't move, but you can move." After Gabriel finished speaking, he winked at him mischievously, and the meaning in the words made Qiao Mobai furious instantly.

Serious guides, the kind who have passed the exam, were dumbfounded on the spot!

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