Chapter 830: Small painting, very cute

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Meng Ziyi just fell asleep, and Xiao Ba was excited to call it up. "The value of evil thoughts has dropped by 2 points! The accumulation of less is more, counted, these days are also a lot."
Nan Hao was happy when he heard the mood. "Small eight, don't stare at the outside, go to rest."
Xiao Ba was flattered: "Dear dear, you are gentle today."
Nanxun said: "Let you care for children."
Xiao eight:......
Manima gas beast! "In fact, like the beasts and beasts, their infancy is very short. In order to adapt to the cruel environment as soon as possible, they will grow and become stronger in the shortest time, and then they will remain at the peak of the body, and the human form will be The youngest and strongest, of course, I am talking about the kind of high
Wicked beasts and beasts, the lifespan is almost the same as the sky.

Nanxun quickly said: "So you are still in your infancy?" Xiao Ba: "That, this is not... Yeah hasn't finished yet, the Void Beast is not the same as those who are fascinating, because of the 14-year-old human form. It’s already very forked, so most of the human form is directly 14-5 years old, and then slowly grows to the adult class.
The young you have seen, fluffy, round, sprouting.

Nancy: "You can just say a ball."
Little gossip, "I am angry, ignore you."
Nan Xiao smiled and said to Xiao Ba: "Good night, little eight."
A little gossip, still returned: "...Good night."
On the second day, the day was still not bright, and Meng Ziyi left the small mountain village without disturbing anyone.
A quiet little village, natural and serene, looks very beautiful.
If you don’t come in person, who can think of the grievances and grayness hidden behind this beautiful?
Nan Zhen thought, if Meng Ziyi did not just pass by, would Sun Xiaomei become a powerful devil and kill the father and son? Even killed along with other villagers in the village? Thinking of this, Nanxun suddenly asked: "Master, can Sun Xiaomei really reincarnate? If she kills so many people, she will not be allowed to reincarnate, and she will still hang her. I heard that the tenth of the eighteen hell. The fourth floor is the death of hell. It is not easy for people to come to this world.
I am sorry for this opportunity for people. If they do not hesitate to kill themselves, cut the pulse, take poison, and hang, these practices will anger the king of the king, and after the death, the ghost will enter the dead and hell, and then don’t think about it anymore.

Meng Ziyi: "Do you still know the 18th floor hell?"
Nanxun proudly said: "Master, I know more." Meng Ziyi said: "I have not been to the government, I do not know if there is really 18 layers of hell. However, I believe that it does not believe it. If there is a sudden death, Although Sun Xiaomei hangs herself, she dies with a strong unwillingness and hate. The encounter is also sympathetic. The king of Luo may give her a reincarnation.
The chance of a baby is just... certainly not a person.

Nanxun was shocked: "The master is saying that Sun Xiaomei will break into the ... animal life?"
Mencius said, "At least ten lives are beasts."
Nanxun said: "Why did the master lie to her?"
Meng Ziyi: "Why did I lie to her? She asked if I could reincarnate and didn't ask if I could reincarnate."
Nancy: ...you won.
Meng Ziyi saw that she didn't talk, and she picked her eyebrows quite well. There was a vague figure in his mind. Although he couldn't see clearly, he had already imagined the general appearance of her eating. It must have been a small mouth and sneaked at him.
Xiao Ba did not interrupt Nanxun, silently in the space: the value of evil thought dropped by 0.2.
"Master, I just think that Sun Xiaomei will be disappointed after going to the government. She is also looking forward to being a husband and wife with Zhao Shen."
Meng Ziyi said faintly: "People always pay for the mistakes they make, whether they are intentional or unintentional, they are forced to be forced, regardless of whether the mistakes made are big or small."
"Master, then have you made a mistake?" Nanxun, this is a matter of knowing.
The expression of Meng Ziyi has become very cold for a moment.
"Pin. People who never make mistakes, that is a saint."
Nan Yan smiled and said: "If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. As long as it is not a big crime of murder and arson, we can make a mistake."
Meng Ziyi’s hand holding the handle couldn’t help but tightened. Suddenly he asked:
If the other party does not give you a chance to rehabilitate?

Nanxun’s incomprehensible tone,
Why must I change my mind to others? This opportunity is not given by others. You have changed it sincerely and you have no worries.

Give an example. For example... If I peeked at someone else’s bath and was discovered by the person, I later realized that I was wrong, and apologized to him sincerely, but he was so annoyed that he had to dig my eyes. Do I really want to stand? Do you want to dig your eyes?
The victim has a position to apologize and compensate for the mistakes or crimes committed, but the compensation they should pay for you is not necessarily correct. There is another kind of person who doesn't even count the victims, but still asks you to do this, but what do they do? Still take me to peek at someone else's bathing example. There is someone else who bathes with that person. I didn't look at him, but he actually jumped up, even more arrogant than the victim himself, saying his name.
The reputation is damaged, saying that I don't know shame, not only to dig my eyes but also to cut my hand, you said, what is the reason?

Meng Ziyi’s expression is a bit difficult to say.
"Why do this kind of case..."
Nanxun said: "I am a laity... a vulgar painting."
Then, she coughed. "Last night, I said that the master touched me and bullied me. In fact, the master really didn't have to worry about it, because I also peeked at the master's bath. I apologize to you, but we have evened it, okay? ?"
I don't know why, Meng Ziyi suddenly felt that this guilty conscience was just as telling him that the little paintings were quite flat... cute.
Xiao Ba once again silently said: the value of evil thoughts dropped by 0.2.
"For the master, with the master for so many days, I have not told my name to the master."
Meng Ziyi was surprised. "Do you still have a name?"
Nan Yan smiled. "How can I not have a name? My name is... Xiao Yan, the master can call me a small name directly, or you can call me." Relative peaks are fossils, double shadows, and clear 'This is awkward.'
Meng Ziyi didn't know what to think, and his expression was a bit strange. He paused and asked: "Who gave you the name, the painter who painted you that year?"
Nanxun said: "Who will give a name to a dead thing, this is my own. Does the master feel good?"
Meng Ziyi silently recited the name in his heart, nodding his head slowly, and his voice was softer than usual. "Good."
Nanzhao immediately said: "The master called."
Meng Ziyi groaned and licked his lips. "There is going to the town in front."
Don't be too blunt to transfer topics.
Nan Hao resentfully called him: "Master..."
"Can the master not satisfy my little wish? I haven’t talked to people since I have been spiritual, and my name has never been called."
At the end of the day, even if Nanxun is now a scabbard, others can feel how much she lost. Meng Ziyi's mouth was slightly open and tight, and then Zhang Zhang, so after repeated two times, finally slowly spit out the two words: "... oh."