Dressed as a petite jerk

Hearing this, Mozun obediently let go of his hand, but then added a sentence worriedly: "Then you must come back sooner, I..." I'm afraid I won't be able to wait.

"Okay." Luo Qing nodded, turned around and left.

Seeing her coming out, the sales lady hurried forward: "Do you want to see other styles?"

"No, my husband celebrates his birthday today, so I'll go downstairs to the restaurant and order him a bowl of longevity noodles." Luo Qing said.

"There are western restaurants downstairs, so it may be hard to find," the sales lady said, "If you don't mind, we have a staff kitchen and noodles here. I can go and cook a bowl for you."

Luo Qingci's eyes lit up immediately: "Where is it? I'll cook it myself..."

Eight or nine minutes later, Luo Qingci re-entered the fitting room with a bowl of steaming noodles.

Mr. Mozun's little consciousness has already controlled Mr. President's body. After putting on the skirt, he took a picture in front of the mirror, and suddenly found that this image was very close to the image of the little fairy in his mind!

He stared blankly at the "big guy in women's clothing" in the mirror for a while, and the discomfort in his heart lessened a little.

Indeed, regardless of differences in status, energy, and environment, no matter whether it is a professor or the president, or a demon king or the president, they are all the same person.

He could suddenly understand that the President's becoming like this had a lot to do with his tens of thousands of years of suffering...

She wanted to punish him for hurting her, but she was willing to go to great lengths when facing another him.

It is tantamount to forgiving his past, and still caring and pampering him for his present and future...

She is so nice.

He is so despicable...

Thinking of this, he became a little anxious again, and wanted to say a few more words to her.

The door opened, and Luo Qingci came over with his face in his arms. He stood up abruptly and wanted to pick her up, but his calf hurt like a needle prick, and he fell to the ground with a "plop"...

Luo Qing quickly said: "Jiuqin, your legs are not good, just stay there and don't move, I'll come over!"

Mozun's heart warmed up, and he obediently remained motionless.

Luo Qingci quickly came over with his face in his hand, put his face down first, and went to help him up.

But he grabbed her and refused to let go: "Qingqing, I want to tell you that meeting you is the luckiest thing for me."

When he was young, he was murdered. If he hadn't met the stone statue Qingqing, he might have died, or he might have changed into a different look in loneliness and resentment.

Later, he didn't care about anyone, but she came back and told him that apart from cultivation and hegemony, there are other beautiful things in the world...

"Of course, I was born to bring you luck." Luo Qingci smiled slightly, helped him straighten his clothes, and brought him a face: "This is called longevity noodles. After eating longevity noodles, you will live a long and healthy life and smile often. open."

"Happy Birthday!"

Mozun's eyes turned red immediately, and he took the longevity noodles: "This is... the best birthday gift I have received."

But then, he shook his head: "Head...a little dizzy..."

The President is about to wake up, it's time for the demon king.

He suddenly exploded, and the power of the Xianxia world came over and swept away the bowl of longevity noodles.

In front of him, he disappeared before his eyes out of thin air. Through the mouth of the CEO, Mozun left his last words: "Qingqing, I am in God's Domain...waiting for you!"

"Okay!" Luo Qing responded with a resignation, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He took out a small knife and pulled off the clothes on Mr. President's shoulders: "In order to let you remember to treat me well in the future, and you can only treat me well, I decided to engrave my name on your heart. name!"

"Jiuqin, what do you think?"