MTL - What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub-Chapter 14 His reader

The little milk dog died, and the measurement data began with the little fox on the 2nd, and the sorrowful mourning rang through the room.

He Ru song can't bear but can't help. When the 19th compartment is measured, the stupid little rabbit shakes like a sieve, and sees how the song is smashed up, like a small snowball that rolls rapidly.

Huang Wei was shocked by the appearance of this and the little white tiger. When he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the rope for ten years. He didn’t catch the bunny for the first time, let the bunny jump into the arms of He Rue. in.

The bunny's red eyes are like crying. He is arrogant and shivering in his arms.

The yellow cockroaches that reacted lived in the tail of the bunny, smashed the snowball, and put a metal helmet on the bunny who kept tears.

The bunny’s legs were sorely twitched, and when the metal helmet was taken off, the bunny had the strength to pump and squat, and the golden bean fell to the ground. He looked at He Ru song with a red-eyed and sly look. .

This is indeed a stupid little rabbit, just because he fed a candy and sang a song to him, he regarded He Ruge as the closest person.

If the target of the Raiders is not the little white tiger, but the little rabbit, then I am afraid that the first experiment is not over yet, and it will be able to explode.

The 19th compartment slowly closed, and the eyes of the bunny hiding in the corner, like the ruby ​​washed with water, shined in the darkness.

He Ruge pushed the frame silently. For a long time, he pushed it a second time. The bridge of the nose felt the weight of the frame. The weight was easily overlooked in the past, but at the moment it is heavy like a mountain. .

A sense of existence that cannot be ignored.

He Ruge took a deep breath and took the glasses off. The black scorpions that were not covered by the lenses stared at the screen without hesitation, and looked at the crying bunny in the game. Why do you think? How can this little rabbit have so many tears, just like water.

He thought a lot at this moment, remembered the cold and cold body of the little milk dog, and thought that the little rabbit would finally leave quietly, and the thin lips couldn't help but become a straight line.

Does the game really have a **** ending?

He Ruoge coveted and put on his glasses, all the mood of the churning was restrained and suppressed behind the lens.

The iron door of the 20th compartment was pushed open. Huang Qi did not enter the door immediately. He stood cautiously behind He Ruo, and the little white tiger in the cotton nest saw the movement of Huang Wei. The blue dragon showed a hint of mockery, perhaps because of the weakness of the body. The double sullenly stunned, the sarcasm of the color added the arrogance of the superior.

The little white tiger pulled the hateful value full of skills, so that Huang Hao looked gloomy and held the spirit of the sea stimulator, and put it on the head of Xiaobaihu.

After a short and long measurement, Huang Hao packed up the instrument and left.

Xiaobaihu lay softly in the cotton nest, without the sharp appearance of the jaundice in the time. He was like a hedgehog that carefully took the thorns and left the remaining softness to He Ruge.

He Ruge rushed the medicine powder opened by the medicine rat into the bottle and soaked it to the little white tiger. Xiaobaihu did not turn around this time, two paws holding the bottle, Xiaobaihu seriously sucking the pacifier, the white tiger must tremble in the air.

Click [touch] on the mouse.

The palm of the hand fell on the small head of Xiaobaihu, and then slid along the neck to the back. The hair was touched, and the fur under the palm was smooth, and the little white tiger looked like a very enjoyable eye.

number 20

[嗷~A little, comfortable]

[Do you like to touch me? in fact……】

[... I also like it a bit]

When Xiaobaihu said that he liked it, it was just a simple [touching] option, and there were a lot of branches:

[touch]

[touch back]

[Pinch claw]

[揉 ears]

[Pun ass] (unlocked)

[playing tail] (unlocked)

[sucking belly] (unlocked)

He Ruge: "!!!"

It’s not a dream to **** your belly! ! !

He tentatively clicked [Pinch claws]. Xiaobaihu’s claws subconsciously retracted, and for a while, in the eyes of He Ruge’s expectation, the little paws gently placed on the palm of He Ruge.

The small claws are small and exquisite, occupying only a third of the position of the singer's palm.

number 20

[Oh, my claws will become very big and cover your hands completely]

【……Roar? Growing up...the meat pad is also pink]

The mouse clicks [揉 ears], the slender fingers loosely smother the tiger's ears, and the flower-like tiger ears are folded. The little white tiger licks his head like a tickle, and looks at the blue dragonfly of He Ruge with a complaint.

number 20

[Don't move, don't move, itchy]

[Hey, you move again, I will..."

[... I will lick your ears]

The little white tiger turned his head and escaped the hand of He Rue song playing with the tiger's ear. The pitiful tiger's ear trembled up like a ruined flower bone. Inconsistent with the poor ears, Xiaobaihu's pointed tiger teeth, he snorted with a warning and snorted.

The milky murderous, the murderous little white tiger that has not been seen for a long time is back.

Although He Ruge wants to continue to rub his ears, but afraid that Xiaobaihu is angry, he clicks [touch].

Xiao Bai is stunned by He Ruge, perhaps after the high-sensitivity brushing, the system defaults to change the strength of the head, from the original fluttering touch, to touch the head at this moment, will move the fur back, Xiaobaihu The angry dead fish eye was pulled into the apricot eye because of the movement of the forehead fur.

The next day, the apricot eyes that are not stupid are turned into a dead fish eye.

number 20

【……Humph】

[No. 20 is getting better gradually]

【Humph】

When the little white tiger was cold, the pink nose was slightly moved, and the nose was the image of love. Every time it was cold, it was like Xiaobaihu launching love for He Ruge.

He Ruge’s mood is pleasant to click [touch back], and the white tiger that is strong and angry is swaying and touching, and the tail of Xiaobaihu is gently shaken.

number 20

[...哼...哼唧]

[20th is very happy]

[No. 20 likes you to touch his back]

He Ru song sat with a smile and satisfied with the underground line. Happy time is always short-lived, and unconsciously he has been addicted to the game for more than an hour.

A code-word machine without feelings: "You are a dead pigeon! The code is up! My nine thousand words are all finished!!!"

He Ruo stunned the penguin and pretended that he had not seen anything. He opened Jinjiang and wanted to see if the spray in the comment area was still there. The familiar green oil and oil interface appeared. The id name of the newspaper has disappeared. The comment area is a large piece of Jinjiang throwing thunder text.

- I don't care about the sky, no matter where the land is, no matter the air in the middle, just use it to bury you!

- Day is even more a dream, rocket launcher!

He Ru song was awkward. what happened? Everyone... How come suddenly thunder?

Hundreds of new comments suddenly came out, some are familiar id names, but more are strange ids that have been diving.

- hug the author greatly

- Big, telling you things, you may not believe that our world is actually a master world, authors, screenwriters, cartoonists, etc. to create a variety of derivative interfaces. But in the world, there are always so many bad guys who want to rule everything, so there are vandals. They cross the interface and become the commentary area where various sunspots appear under many large works to prevent you from creating a lot. Hey. So I have to refuel, don't be defeated by the dark power, I believe that the evil is not upright!

- Come on, big, do you want to lend my diamond heart to you?

These comments... are all published in the latest chapters. He Ruxiang remembers, and he is explaining what he is doing. Before playing that episode, he did not think that there would be so many and so many readers comforting himself.

He simply wants to explain it, to prevent readers from seeing comments in the commentary area misunderstanding.

He sang every comment, his eyes were a little moist, and he took off his glasses in some disappointment and caught the red eyes. Before the Ming Dynasty, I was cursed by the squirting poison, and I didn’t cry, but now the tears really can’t stop.

... Why do you want to write a text? Why choose Jinjiang?

Because the readers of Jinjiang are recognized as the warmest, most lovely and most beautiful little angels in all stations.

At this moment, He Ruge really feels that he is being loved. 2k novel reading network