Ex Girlfriend Blackens Every Day

296-300: Cinnabar mole (1-5)

296: Play tricks, play tricks, play gentle and naive?

One morning, the air was fresh and Lin Lang yawned and walked out of the room, holding a small black cat with the same sleepy eyes and tears in his arms.

The clock in the living room points to seven.

"Master meow? We got up too early meow? Go back and sleep well, meow?"

The briquettes squeezed themselves into a slit, struggling to cry.

Lin Lang touched his head and said his righteous words and lessons, "Little fat cat, one day's plan is in the morning, how can you waste a good life of time to sleep lazy? Master I usually teach you this way? No wonder I feel the body recently Sleepy, I ca n't do anything, is this little **** bad? "

The bristle cat's whiskers couldn't help shaking, and continued to cry in the storm.

Master meow, you can't treat your loyal and adorable pet like this.

Obviously, after finishing his task, Mud sleeps every day until he wakes up three times a day. He wants to get out of bed and does not give a hush, but he must hug him as a pillow. Why is this pot called innocent?

Lin Lang plucked a handful of cat hair again, and the technology became more sophisticated.

The briquettes are moaning and chanting a few times, well, it is the master's meow in life, and the master's meow in death.

Do n't let the master ruin you!

Jun Wan sat on the sofa, frowning at the transmitted information.

"What's wrong, his face is so ugly?" Lin Lang walked over, lying on the soft edge of the sofa. The briquettes were squeezed and rolled his eyes. He almost didn't stick out his tongue.

Since the base friends are big brothers, the secrets in the space-time headquarters are not secrets for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang glanced.

Oops, the whole army was wiped out, it was really miserable.

Jun Wan couldn't bear his anger, "It's all unclear."

"Okay, don't be angry." Lin Lang quickly put out the fire and squeezed his friend's shoulders. "You see, these missionaries are little guys. It needs more experience."

Jun Wan looked at the task situation of the women's matching department. Several female task persons indulged in the plot world and were reluctant to leave.

"They are young? They are all high-level missionaries, so naive, and really consider themselves as characters in the world's plot? I thought they were deep in the drama. I didn't expect to be a man without even thinking about it." Jun Wan sneered. "I don't think about it, if there is no beauty and talent endowed by the system, can the men with eyes on their heads see more of them?"

You can enter the play, but you can't use it.

This is the overarching principle of her task with Lin Lang.

"This kind of situation is not very common." Lin Lang is the old god. In the mission world, the male master is the only god. Where can his appearance be? The handsome and loyal dog's affectionate male match is another catch. For the missionary who is tossing in one cycle after another, is it the existence of the other side?