The feeling of pain was never experienced before. After recovering from the pain, Wen Jin immediately turned his lower body into half the size of his original body, guaranteeing that he would not touch it casually. Then he straightened up his waist and took a deep breath against the wall.“What kind of clothes do you wear?!” For the first time in his life, he felt the pain of his eggs being pulled. Wen Jin’s voice was filled with resentment and he looked in the direction of Dewitt.
The other person’s face was not very good-looking, but his brow slightly frowned and seemed to be scared by his just expression.
“Did you wear it?” Dewitt seemed to be looking up and down for the source of Wen Jin’s expression and finally his eyes fell on his clothes, which were just right. His eyes were somewhat surprised.
These were his clothes. Especially the coat covered with it. The Marshal’s military emblem was only owned by Dewitt in the whole empire. It couldn’t be better distinguished, but the size of it… But absolutely not his.
“Yes.” The clothes on his body looked very fit from the outside, but Wen Jin still had a lingering palpitation. When he stood up from the wall, he could not help but make his bottom smaller. After consoling himself that he would not talk about it for half a day, he started again. “A little magic, you don’t want to try that around the Uttar. What were you doing inside?” Wen Jin said, paused, as if something had been punctured and covered up in his mind again. His eyes moved down in memory, staring at the slightly bulging position beneath Dewitt without concealment, then narrowing their eyes and abandoning them. “You’re done?”
“… No.” Dewitt was very wronged. When he saw Wen Jin’s face turn white like that, his heart cracked. With these thoughts, his lower body had already recovered. “Usually that’s the case.”
How was that possible? Wen Jin subconsciously wanted to retort. He said how he did not look like it. However, he subconsciously compared the size of the tent he had just come in to see with the current situation.
The refutation that slipped to his mouth was swallowed back by Wen Jin. His ears were feverish, his head twisted and he went out without saying a word.
Behind him, Dewitt witnessed the whole process of Wen Jin’s change of face. He hooked his lips and his smile was somewhat unintelligible.
He followed Dewitt to the outside of the room and met several curious eyes. Wen Jin couldn’t help frowning.
This reflected that his face should be unfamiliar in this place. Usually, the group of people had to check in and out so much, hands and eyes brushed back and forth. If there were no Dewitt nearby, he might have been stopped long ago, but maybe it was because Dewitt was beside him that the group of people stared at him. Wen Jin thought so, turning his head and looking at Dewitt.
As for the way these people fought in the past, Chen Xiong lied to him. Chen Xiong was under surveillance because he could change into a person. His situation was similar. It was hard to explain the appearance of such a big living person and he didn’t know what his little tail was thinking.
However, when he turned his head, he did not see any confusion and embarrassment from Dewitt. The other party seemed very open and handled a few pop-up messages.
So Wen Jin put his heart down and looked left and right. Occasionally, when curiosity was great, he simply pushed the door in. The whole process was basically in front of him, followed by Dewitt, who was constantly pulling and pulling at the young person who forgot to see, so he would bump into things, or keep up with the explanations.
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I Heard That My Fiancé is Super Fierce
Non-FictionTHIS IS NOT MY STORY!! it's only for offline purposes! Author:Shānyǒu Guāxī, 山有瓜兮 Status: Completed (103 chapters + 6 extras) Dewitt, known as the Iron Marshal, is now on the verge of death. Just when the whole empire thought he was not going to su...