Chapter 2001: Are you back?

There, God Jiuli made the vortex there and made no mistake, even the fish that had been slaughtered in his hand forgotten, and he was thrown aside, rolled out by the vortex, and rushed to Ning Xuemo.
Ning Xuemo grabbed it, looked at Shen Jiuli, looked at the fish in his hand, and touched his cooing belly.
I said decisively: "Big God, you are practicing here first, I will go up and grill the fish and wait for you." Turn around and go upstream.
She had just been two or three meters upstream and had not yet emerged from the water. There was a loud splash in her ears. Her waist was severely strangled and fell into one's arms.
Ning Xuemo turned his head and saw the shining eyes of Shen Jiuli: "What are you calling me?" His voice was slightly dull.
This man is drunk so fast!
Ning Xuemo blinked, her eyes were pure: "Jiu Li?"
Shen Jiuli's arm stiffened slightly, holding her slightly weaker: "No, what did you just call me?"
Ning Xuemo blinked again: "God?"
Shen Jiuli stared at her eyes, and Ning Xuemo stared back at him curiously.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Finally, the light in Shen Jiuli's eyes dimmed, slowly let go of her, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and whispered: "Is this seat ... hallucinatory?"
His voice was very small, but Ning Xuemo still heard her, and she explained to him sincerely: "I think you are drunk, not an illusion."
Shen Jiuli condensed her eyebrows and restored her indifference again: "This seat is not drunk, this seat has never been drunk!"
Ning Xuemo's heart moved. Generally, drunk people never admit to being drunk. This is common sense, so Ning Xuemo automatically ignored his previous sentence.
However, he was interested in the last sentence. Drunk people often need to think backwards. He said that he never gets drunk, does that mean he must be drunk every time he drinks?
Ning Xuemo's eyes sparkled.
Shen Jiuli's body sank again, meaning to sink to the bottom to meditate.
Ning Xuemo didn't care about him anymore, and continued to go upstream. When she swam to the water, she glanced down at him, he was sinking slowly.
The great is the great god, and the sinking water can sink like a Buddha. The water is very clear, and the water is very clear. Ning Xuemo watched him sink slowly, and the sash was floated with water.
"Big God, I deeply feel that you can draw a picture of this sinking water and put it up for worship ..." Ning Xuemo couldn't help teasing him and turned over and went upstream.
She didn't recover much of her effort. She was a bit suffocated after a long time in the water. She had to rise to the surface and breathe in fresh air ...
It was just that her mouth and nose had not yet surfaced, but her body was pulled down by a great force and she sank down suddenly!
Almost in a blink of an eye, her body was locked in a embrace again, and she couldn't move again!
Shen Jiuli looked down at her. The dark blue eyes seemed to be choppy, but his face was still. He slowly said, "I heard it! It's not a hallucination, you call my god!"
Ning Xuemo pretended to be confused: "What's wrong with calling your god?"
"Are you back?" Shen Jiuli held her tightly.
"Huh? I haven't been there all the time?" Ning Xuemo blinked again. She resisted the idea of ​​stretching her arms around his neck. Every time she fell into his arms, she wanted to hold him backhand ...
God Jiuli did not speak, but kept looking at her.