Chapter 584: No matter how good-looking it is, a pink skull

Sitting in the carriage, watching the green mountains and trees flashing on both sides, she felt more comfortable, and couldn't help but sing again: ‘you are my little apple, little apple ...

While singing, she touched Kirin's back.
Although her voice is unpleasant now, fortunately she does not tune out.
When she was singing seriously, she could still listen.
Little Kirin listened for a moment, moved to tears, and hugged her hand with a small paw: "Master, you still sing for me."
This is really not it!
Ning Xuemo smiled, but did not say anything, so as not to hit Xiao Qilin's not-so-strong heart. Just patted it on the back again.
She looked at Han Shanyue on the other side. He was leaning there, closed her eyes, and didn't know if she was meditating or meditating.
There was only her singing voice and the occasional purring of Kirin in the carriage.
The sun shines in through the gauze and jumps on the back of the little unicorn, giving people a sense of time for no reason, and the warmth of quiet years.
Suddenly, Ning Xuemo felt that such a day is also good. This world is stable and there is no need to worry about living.
With this great sitting here, her heart was finally at peace. No need to be nervous anymore ...
Just wondering how long this relationship with him can last?
Three months, two months, or three years and two years? Or is it a lifetime?
She was taken aback by her last thought! How could you have the idea of ​​a lifetime? !!
He only used her as a shield, and she only regarded him as a temporary backer, but it was a mutual use relationship, how could it last a lifetime? !!
I've probably experienced too many things recently, so I'm a little bit brain-chucked, thinking about some of them ...
"Senior, where are you going?" Ma Tong asked from outside.
The carriage had already left the city, and a fork appeared in front of it. Ma Tong did not know the destination of the two, so he asked.
Ning Xuemo's eyes fell on Han Shanyue's face: "Big God, where are we going?"
Han Shanyue's eyes did not open: "anywhere."
Brother, don't do it casually! Don't you want to take me to find an expert to solve this perverted surgery?
Ning Xuemo took a secret breath and still smiled at him: "Where does the master Yirongshu live?"
Han Shanyue still didn't open her eyes: "When did this promise to take you to find him?"
Ning Xuemo: "..." She paused, moved her body, and approached him.
Her sudden approach finally made Han Shanyue open her eyes, and an enlarged old face in front of her eyes ...
He calmly moved backwards: "Suddenly come to do what?"
Ning Xuemo looked at him sincerely: "Big God, we may get along longer in the future. I keep shaking such an old face in front of you. Are you not comfortable looking? Deterrence. It's better that you manage to restore my face. Not only can you keep your eyes good, but you can also take it out with face, don't you? "
"No matter how good-looking a face is, a pink skull, all eyes are dusty. Why are you focusing on skin?" Han Shanyue pushed her old face close together, turning a white jade flute in his hand, his attitude was idle and lazy.
He glanced at her again. The girl became like this. There might be fewer flying peaches, and she could concentrate on her exercises. Or he won't take her to find that person ...
He began to seriously consider this possibility.
Ning Xuemo was scolding his mother!
Damn it! She's only thirteen years old and she doesn't want to be a pink skull!