Venerated Venomous Consort

Although Gu Xizhen did not speak, she didn't even look at her, but she always watched the other side, watching her caressing her belly, her face was smiling, and her smile was even pure warm, with maternal light. Understand that the other person is a child who really cares about the belly...

Just care about it~

That way, she doesn't have to work with her hands behind her.

"Have you ever raised a pet?" Gu Xiyu suddenly spoke and said that the gossip could not be played together.

Wu Wuyan has a slight glimpse, hard state: "No!"

"I actually have a few pets, each with their own temper, very fun..." Gu Xizhen is like a boring, began to gossip home, talking about pets.

Wu Youyan doesn't know what topic she wants to introduce, so she has been very cautious, and she has to ponder every word she said, but she is afraid of traps.

But Gu Xiyu said that it was really a pet, and she said that her pets were almost smashed, Datun, Luwu, Fengzhao, Yunbao...

Her words are not many, but they are lively. Several pets have their own personalities and each has their own defects, but it is precisely because of this that their personality is extremely vivid.

Wu Youyan is gradually attracted to her topic, and occasionally inserts a sentence or two.

After hearing it, she did not agree with it: "You have given them too much freedom? It is easy to get them out of control."

Gu Xixiao chuckled: "Why must we control them? Are they independent individuals? Is it not? You should have their own life, I will treat them like friends, they will treat me like friends, and they will be very hard at the crucial time. No need. They are taught to be obedient like machines. They are not human accessories. Even if they are masters, they cannot completely arrange all their lives..."

Wu Wuyan: "..."

She snorted and didn't talk any more, but it seemed to be shaken deep inside.

She looked at her hand and suddenly found that it was someone else's body, what others look like -

Although her soul is free, she can enter any human body instead of others, but she is not a family after all, and the re-image is also a substitute.

She couldn't even find out who she was and forgot what she was.

Everything she has is arranged by the owner, more loyal than the dog.

Even pets have their own appearance, and she seems to be even worse than pets...

No, the owner is still very good to her, the most like to bring her, presumably in the owner's heart she is a very important existence, indispensable. Absolutely more important than any pet...

loyalty! She only needs to be loyal to her owner!

The owner will not abandon her at any time...

So she didn't talk anymore, she closed her eyes and meditated there.

......

In another cabin, Van Gogh’s front is sinking in the water and looking at a black-colored dragonfly.

There was a light red worm lying in the cockroach. The worm was so dry and not angry. It was obviously dead.

His fingers clenched slightly and the sharp light flashed.

The other party not only broke his mother, but also killed the mother!

It hurts him to lose a little.

It seems that he can only implement the second option -

He took a sigh of relief and sat there in a weird sitting position, raising his hand and placing seven jars.

He held out his fingers, three fingers pinched a scorpion, and the other seven fingers blew the hemorrhoids. He put the blood beads on the sealed jar.