Chapter 1193: The Cute Little General of the "Oiran" (78)

After thinking about it, the duck duck finally couldn't bear it anymore, flapping its wings and flying to the small table again.

I saw it pick up a brush with its beak and splash ink on the rice paper very clumsily.

Then he picked up the paper with a few crooked characters written on it, flew back to Xiang Xing, and shook her edges.

- "Ah Xing, that's the original owner's father, not your father, why are you sad!! ”

Three large exclamation marks are curved and splashed with ink, like three caterpillars, and it's hard not to attract attention.

also succeeded in shaking the little guy in front of him slightly.

The dim soft eyes trembled slightly, and finally regained a trace of brilliance, and slowly raised it, staring at the duck duck eagle.

“…… Quack!! ”

Duck Ya was overjoyed, quickly spit out the paper, flew to Xiang Xing's subconsciously raised arm, and stood on his head.

The little guy blinked his soft eyes, and finally silently opened the transmission into the secret again.

In the next second, Duck Duck's anxious and anxious howl resounded in his mind:

[Ah Xing, how fat are you, you actually play autism because of this kind of plot character...... Didn't I say that except for the ambassador of happiness, everything in these small worlds is fake ga, made up! ]

[I know it's fake.] ]

Xiang Xing crooked his little head, and his words were very calm, [I didn't play autism for Xiang Junxian's things, you think too much.] ]

[…… Then why did you suddenly become a wooden man? ]

Duck Duck glared at her bitterly.

I saw that the little guy paused slightly, but just shook his head silently.

The voice is light and waxy, and I can't hear much emotional fluctuations, [I didn't know why, I just was stunned for a while.] ]

[Really?] ]

The duck duck fox blinked suspiciously, looking disbelieving.

But looking at the tiredness on the little one's face, it sighed secretly, and finally stopped asking her.

[Alright, let's go to bed early, it's late.] ]

The duck spread its big wings and gently patted Xiang Xing's shoulder.

Then he flew to the bed, picked up the quilt with his pointed beak, and carefully laid the bed for her.

Xiang Xing was flattered: [Have you changed sex? ]

I'm going to make her bed!

[…… Benga is to see that you are in a bad mood! I'll take care of you! ]

The duck duck wings crossed his waist and snorted angrily, [Also, what a transformation!] He was originally a very gentlemanly duck!! ]

[yes?] ]

Xiang Xing recalled the appearance of a rectal animal when he solved his excretory needs, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and sneer.

It's really not a good match for a gentleman.

Well, forget it.

After thinking about it, the little one shook his little head, and finally climbed into bed and got into the bed.

Inside the house, a man and an eagle fell asleep quickly because they were tired.

As everyone knows, at this moment, outside the door not far away, there was an extremely subtle movement, as if the air had been cut by a sharp blade.

It was as if someone had left in a hurry.

……

Following.

[…… I said Ah Xing, you really don't care about this scumbag?? ]

Outside the thatched courtyard, the duck duck eagle squatted on top of Xiang Xing's head, rolling her eyes speechlessly while keeping an eye on the movements in the yard.

Hmph, if you don't care, why do you still come over and peep!

It smacked angrily, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain in the bird's buttocks.

Xiang Xing directly gave it a handful of bird feathers and blew it in his hand angrily.

Angry tone: [I'm squatting on what I want!] ]