"Ahhhhhh!! I want to use rice! I want to use rice!! If I don't give me food, I will cry for you! I want to use rice...

But what she used was not a clever trick, but a big fuss like a child who could not get a doll. Now the Son of God was pulling this sleeve of his right hand holding the pen and making noise.

"Son of God?"

There is a scene that cannot be imagined. Whether it is Budu or Tu since ancient times, they cannot help but be stunned. They cannot believe that this deformed and noisy like a stubborn rule will be the person they admire the most.

At the beginning, Han Yan might have ignored her wanting to write exclusively. The noisy noise could be filtered, but due to the pulled sleeves, he could not continue to write normally. After about the most, Han Yan suddenly put down his pen and stood up, and then walked out of the mysterious room without saying a word.

Seeing this, the Son of God, who was facing away from the direction, raised his thumbs up to the two of them, and expressed his plan to win with complacent expression. Bu Du, who was scared to the point of being a little unlucky, said to Tu Zigu: "Son of God, this, this, this honor, after all?" In their minds, the Son of God is always worthy of admiration. They are faced with this stubborn face, but they are even scared to think about it, and it happened to be in front of them now.

At this time, the Son of God lay on the tatami and waved his hands to the two, saying, "It's not a waste to get along with such a long time. Only if the bottom line is not involved in damage to his normal movements, the level of the situation will inevitably force him to listen to the request of the question." Putting aside these detailed and questionable results, they really paid attention to this posture: "No, no! Son of God, what's wrong with the truth of this dirty posture?"

The Son of God, who was not careful, waved: "Don't pay attention to this little thing.

But in addition, the two people who have been paying attention to her words and deeds for a long time could not be treated as small things. They complained loudly about her words and deeds: "This is not a small thing! Son of God, what should you do if you are seen by outsiders??" The things he planned were a bit dull, and all the ingredients were originated in the woods. The simple vegetarian food emitted a scent that attracted appetite under his peculiar healing.

The first one did not question the wooden bowl and began to eat invisibly. In addition, the cloth and Tu Zixiao frowned and explained their own comments, showing the material that looked helpless on the surface.

To tell the truth, it may be difficult for them to take over until now. Can a food made with extensive knowledge and amazing "omniscience" really be eaten?

Seeing the two people who had not moved for a long time, the Son of God glanced at their slap: "Don't have an appetite? If you don't mind, I can help you eat them." Although he had doubts about Han Yan's slap, it would be very dangerous if he was not full in this poor winter weather. In desperation, Bu Du and Kou Tu were reluctant to pick up the spoon and taste it briefly.

When the smell is involved, a breath of incredible freshness begins, showing just an inconspicuous simplicity, but how can this indescribable truth be achieved?

I didn't think much about it. The next moment, Budu and Tu were like a son of gods, and like a child, they swept away the food. After a while, the three of them stopped everything in front of them, but the three of them seemed a little unfulfilled.

The cloth sitting on the ground was all over and patted her abdomen and said with satisfaction: "It's delicious, much better than the one made by my chef!" Tu Zigu, who was still connecting the minimum limit, wiped his lips and expressed his approval of her comments: "I didn't expect that even the cooking skills were fascinating. It's really not something that people can underestimate." The Son of God lying on the ground asked Han Yan beside him: "Even cooking skills are so good, I'll think about it occasionally, what do you don't know?" At least in terms of emotions and knowledge

Han Yan felt the loss and became more and more nervous. Although he was still upholding the tenth spring, he finally had only a show of strength. The so-called gods were not omnipotent as everyone imagined. They just saw his good wall, but did not see his flaws. In his own eyes, their existence was a defective product. But the Son of God, who could not see everything, certainly did not believe his words, and said with a naive smile: "If you coax people and know everything, can't you accept me as your disciple to teach me?"

Han Yan had no idea of ​​talking to such a person at all.

The outside world is still raging. The dark night has completely surrounded the entire earth. The roaring wind is transmitted through the paper to the mysterious room, and the candlelight in the room may not be blown to the dark environment, which brings a little more gloomy.

After the meal, the three people sitting around the fire indoors became quiet, but they didn't talk to each other and the disciplined copying sound seemed a bit weird.

It sounds like the three people who gathered in places other than their families to sleep overnight. It is really precious to gather together. No matter who they are, it is a very strange first time. It is spent overnight with the people around them for the first time. The different excitement made the three people fall into silence.

At least, as their Biss, the Son of God took the initiative to break through this silent way and began to stir up the air: "What are you usually doing in your family at this time?"

“Read the Books.”

"Follow memorials."

But it is precious to be together, at least today and night, the Son of God is not expected or as usual: "It is precious that the people around you can gather tonight, so let's put down those rigid documents temporarily."

Bu Du, who had a bright smile on his face, smiled expectantly, "Abide by, what should we do, Son of God?" The Son of God thought for a while, and after a while, he had no choice but to find that he could not think of what else he could do except reading scriptures and memorials. The development environment of the three of them was different from that of ordinary children, so they all felt good about the fun of ordinary children.

Therefore, she turned to Han Yan and asked, "Han Yan, can you recommend anything fun?" Unfortunately, she really asked the wrong person this time. Regarding a childhood where he was a murderer or murderer, having fun was even more distant than them. Therefore, Han Yan simply replied, "No." In response to this, the Son of God began to complain: "Hey! Don't let it go, the opportunity is precious, and you can tell me what funny initiatives are there to say."

"without."

You can borrow him or insist on your original reply. The dissatisfied Son of God pouted his cute little mouth, and probably she was reluctant to spend the extravagance on one night like Xuqiu.

Suddenly, the Son of God seemed to remember something, picked up the books beside him and asked him: "Han Yan, since you can write these books, have you been to these places as well?"

She was holding a book called "The World and Earth". When she heard this question, not only she, but also Bu Du and Tu, who were close to him, also gave him a glittering look of anticipation. Regarding the three people who had never walked out of the Dalian border since childhood, they had a deep yearning for the unknown world. Regarding this question, Han Yan, who was indifferent to the question, replied in a brief sentence: "I have been there." Whether in the Gulodis era or in modern times, he had been to many places, so when copying geography or humanities books, he could always enter his own unique view. As his voice fell, the three of them asked various questions more and more people around him.

Sure enough, whether it is the child's mind, everything is entangled with the geographical customs and cultural interesting things of the nations. Because of this question, Han Yan, who used this as a question, replied to their questions, the heavy book was turned over and asked. Until late at night, the three controversial voices finally calmed down. No matter how excited the mood was, they could not change the fact that they were ten years old. At this time, Bu and Tu were lying upside down on the ground and fell asleep since ancient times.

At this time, the only people who recovered were Han Yan and the Son of God, but from the slightly closed eyes of the Son of God, she could see that she could sleep at any time.

"It's a little too much."

When a yawning Son of God saw him copying figure, he couldn't help but ask, "Huh!? It's so late, are you still resting?" He remembered the images so far, it seemed that no matter when she came over to see it, it was his consistent copying action, as if she had never seen him have any other action except for copying. Therefore, she had a question of "this one side shouldn't be copying all day long." Han Yan, who had had deep exchanges with others, now exchanges with others are limited to the questioning mode: "Is this a problem?"

The unhappy Son of God frowned and replied, "If you think so, then reply to me as a question."

It took almost half a year to get along, and she always insisted on visiting her every day regardless of the wind and rain. So far, let alone bringing him into trouble, the indifferent relationship foundation did not necessarily get closer, which made her have to question whether something was wrong with her actions.

"unnecessary."

With the strength of Shi Zhongchun, he connected his energy. He had not been asleep for many years and had almost abandoned the instinct of sleeping. Because he was afraid, he was afraid that after sleeping, he would face the scene of seven people who had been worried about him and the nightmare of countless wronged souls entangled him in his life. As he said, he was not upright, but on the contrary, he was the most vulnerable, so he refused to have deep contact with others.

But the Son of God shook his head without careful attention and said, "However, if everyone wants to sleep. Not to mention people, even monsters and immortals have to sleep. Therefore, she basically does not believe his words. However, her views are only suitable for ordinary humans or common people, and Han Yan, whose view of existence has been blurred, is no longer suitable for it.

Therefore, regarding her question, Han Yan just replied with a silent copying sound, and these boring questions were no longer useful to him. Seeing that he had no hope of reviving, the Son of God couldn't help but "confused: "Why is it so porridge? Every time I see you, I sit here to copy books."

“Distracted.

If he didn't do anything, he would definitely be forced to go crazy by the sound of the curse. Only when he was distracted and focused on other aspects could he breathe a little. This is a fact that is both sad and helpless.

"Distracted?" Therefore, she couldn't help but start to hunt for curiosity. What was the truth that prompted him to copy it with extreme methods to distract him, but she did not continue to ask, because she knew very well that Han Yan would not report her.

It is already great for children who stay up late to be able to keep their eyes open.

So she raised her staggering steps to Han Yan's left, and Zhenyu rested her head on his thigh to prepare for a good sleep.

Regarding this completely unexpected action, the quickly copied pen calmed down, and Han Yan asked her: "What are you trying to do?" Without replying to his question, the Son of God adjusted himself to a comfortable position: "It turns out that people can feel the same as the imagined." As early as when he came to approach him, he could always smell an inexplicable fragrance. She could not describe the delicate taste of the fragrance, but it must be not that artificial fragrance but a self-taste. No matter how anxious or irritable you are, you can calm down immediately.

"Get out of here

Han Yan, who did not have too close contact with others, spoke coldly and refused.

But this refusal did not have any result. The Son of God, who did not take it seriously, was still stubbornly pillowing on his legs, feeling that soft clothes were more comfortable than the pillows on the bed at home. She quickly fell asleep, and her calm breathing and innocent sleeping face all showed her peace and peace of mind. Even among the family, she had never been able to sleep peacefully. Even among the family, she had to guard against a conspiracy or was awakened by various hope noises that were approaching.

But here is different. Bu Hetu has never heard the sound of hope once he fell asleep since ancient times. Han Yan, the only revived, was the only abnormal number that could not hear any sound. Coupled with the reassuring faint fragrance and other residential buildings, it was absolutely not an exaggeration to call this place a quiet place. Han Yan, who had ignored her self-righteous behavior, began to continue writing, and he wanted to push it away, and he stopped. Because she would definitely make a big fuss again. If she was to save trouble and tranquility, she would simply let the Son of God connect this action, which would save a lot of trouble.

Just save one thing, he doesn't porridge and has no trouble with others, and he doesn't have any deep connection with other people. These three are usually too tangled and too chaotic. I don't know when, the roar of Feng Ji on the surface stopped. After the outside world, Han Yan knew that the week-long fragrance of wind finally passed. The late night after just after a fragrant disaster, the earth seemed to have thousands of dark clouds surrounding the sky gradually dissipated. The white moonlight reflected on the ground covered with a layer of frost and snow. The pure white frost and snow reflected a faint light. Even if you were separated by paper, you could see the white moonlight.

Based on the changes and direction of airflow and air pressure, I believe that the weather will be consolidated from the next day, but it is not obvious. Since winter has just begun, human beings have to face cruel nature. No matter what the pattern is, he looks forward to the strong man who can occupy the place to discover as soon as possible. Before that, he will choose to wait one after another.

The quiet under the moon, the waiting choice made him slightly sad. The next day, the winter snow passed, and the clouds surrounding the sky also dissipated. The long-lost sunlight fell on the earth, and the faint fluorescent light reflected on the earth, making the daylight look extremely unique.

A bungalow that was far away from the house and approached the woods. The entire bungalow was covered with a thick layer of winter snow, which gave a more seclusion of the world.

In the mysterious room of this bungalow, a petite figure fell asleep around him. Only a figure was consistently written by the writer, with long silver hair spreading out on his waist, and the light gauze that concealed the company's light gauze increased a bit of secret color. As the sun turned on, the earliest cloth that slept last night and Tu had gradually recovered since ancient times, but they had not yet fully recovered. Wei Sheng looked at the surrounding scenery with his eyes. The two who were sleeping vaguely remembered that they had spent the night in a place outside their family for the first time last night.
Chapter completed!