A soft voice floated out of the ruins.
"Honey."
“Do you know how to take care of a gourd?”
Yaya lay in Wang Ran's arms.
The sun shines on her fair skin, like shining into a pool of milk.
"I don't know. Can you try Baidu?" Wang Ran asked doubtfully, "Do you want to maintain the Immortal Killing Gourd?"
Yi Ya nodded his little head seriously.
"yes!"
"It's so worn out and old that I'm embarrassed to take it out during a fight."
The babbling voice was full of distress.
Wang Ran wondered: "Don't you hang it around your waist every time you go out?"
"Because it is my most powerful treasure!" Yi Ya pouted and said, "If there is something more powerful, I don't want to use it. The handicraft gourds bought at street stalls for ninety-nine yuan are more beautiful than it."
Buzz!
The Immortal Killing Gourd suddenly shook.
"Oops! Baby is angry!"
Yi Ya knelt down and sat up.
The sunlight streamed down her hair, along her back and onto the soles of her feet.
The picture has a texture like an oil painting.
Yi Ya held up the Immortal Killing Gourd and said with a serious face: "Good baby, I will find a way to take care of you and make you beautiful...ah!"
Snapped!
Wang Ran retracted his hand and said with a smile: "This gourd feels good."
Yi Ya's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. She threw away the Immortal Killing Gourd, angrily threw herself at Wang Ran, stretched out her small fist and beat Wang Ran's chest crazily.
"Disgusting! Big bad guy!"
How can there be such astringent people in the world!
"Haha! The big bad guy is here to help you take care of the gourd!"
"ah!"
"Maintaining the gourd! Mainly depends on oiling!"
"Let me go! Oooh! I don't want to get oiled!"
"..."
豱辱辱豱辘
The immortal-killing gourd that was thrown to the ground rolled silently under the bed.
