The first time he was called "flat", Yang Zhenzhen felt a strange emotion well up in his heart.
There is dissatisfaction, disdain, and even a little bit of happiness.
Some things may be enviable to others. But for me, it is a burden.
It's like Singles' Day is coming, and those who don't have a girlfriend lament that they are going to be tortured again. They look at the couples on the street and sigh, and they look at the small hotels that have increased their prices, with ferocious faces and disdain.
Those who have girlfriends are worried about their wallets and flower dads, holding their hands on their lower backs, sighing, and vomiting disdain at the prices of small hotels.
The two emotions are opposite to each other, but they have a common destination.
The magic value has arrived...one hundred and sixteen.
Ke Xiaoliang's ears heard a numb voice that he had long been used to.
Of course, although numb, it is still pleasant to the ears.
"How can you...how can you be so full of dirty words?" Yang Zhenzhen pointed at Ke Xiaoliang and asked with a blushing face.
She felt slighted, and felt as if she was being targeted.
Ke Xiaoliang's words had a direct impact on her throat hundreds of times.
"I'm a demon cultivator!" Ke Xiaoliang explained nonchalantly.
Yang Zhenzhen had nothing to say.
I was chatted to death.
However, Ke Xiaoliang is not a sweetheart, and Yang Zhenzhen is not a goddess with full green tea skills.
So at this time, it was Yang Zhenzhen who was racking his brains to bring up the topic again.
"Do you usually... like big ones? How big do you want them to be?" Yang Zhenzhen ran through many thoughts in her head, but never found a suitable topic. For some reason, her forehead felt hot, and she felt that she was a 'man' now and should talk about men. topic, so by some strange coincidence, I resumed the conversation I had left off.
Ke Xiaoliang looked at this righteous novice in surprise, and followed the other person's words and asked: "Have you seen it? Just ask?"
Yang Zhenzhen proudly stretched out his bare chest and said very proudly: "Of course! Of course I have seen it. The biggest one in Cuiyun Mountain... I have seen it all. Not only have I seen it, I have also measured it with my hands."
Yang Zhenzhen felt like he was going crazy after saying such shameful words.
But at the same time, there is a kind of pleasure of breaking through taboos.
So she provided Ke Xiaoliang with more than a hundred magic points.
Such a high standard of performance made Ke Xiaoliang interested.
Ke Dazuzu is very busy. Unless he has magic value, he has no interest in doing more.
"you?"
"Okay! Then give me a gesture and describe the feel and shape." Ke Xiaoliang sat up straight, as if he was very interested in this topic.
Yang Zhenzhen's cheeks were red, and she was so shy that she couldn't help herself.
The magic value is popping out.
"Shape...shape...probably...probably!" Yang Zhenzhen always had the appearance of her pair of big babies in her mind, but she was too shy to say it in person.
"Look, you righteous monks are really hypocritical. If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. If you haven't touched it, you haven't touched it. Why bother? Why bother?" Ke Xiaoliang said in a contemptuous tone.
Yang Zhenzhen jumped to his feet immediately and said: "Who said our righteous path is hypocritical? Then...it's all you evil heretics who are slandering it. It...it probably looks like this."
As he spoke, Yang Zhenzhen drew a shape in the air with his hand very hastily.
"What you drew is a square. I have never seen such a shape in this life." Ke Xiaoliang meant that he had seen it in his previous life.
Yang Zhenzhen's mind was in confusion and he was making random gestures.
"It's oval-shaped, and it's very droopy... I think what you touched might be your grandma." Ke Xiaoliang continued.
Yang Zhenzhen continued to gesture.
"This is a rectangle."
"This is a triangle."
"This is a wavy shape... This shape is okay. I want to see it. If you have a chance, can you take me to see it too?"
Yang Zhenzhen gestured again and again, and Ke Xiaoliang mocked and broke again and again.
Finally, Yang Zhenzhen was pressed to the limit, and he unconsciously reached out with his hands in front of his chest. He used his hands very habitually to weigh his chest, then moved upwards, drawing a full and round arc, and then rubbed it left and right, moving towards A squeeze among them.
Ke Xiaoliang instantly made up a fictional one hundreds of miles away based on the same arc and curve.
After seeing and experiencing it intuitively, Ke Xiaoliang took a breath.
"Hiss... Is this woman so scary?"
"It's actually more fertile than Mikami, and more water divination than Takahashi?"
"Just focus on her merits, regardless of whether she has a bad brain or whether she will be a poisonous person in the future. I am determined to be this friend." Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen and his eyes suddenly became kind. .
At the same time, Yang Zhenzhen finally realized what stupid thing he had done.
Although it was just a fictitious gesture, she had a sense of shame and collapse that she directly opened up to others to watch.
The magic value gushes out like running water, just one step away from turning black.
"You have passed! Judging from your proficiency, you must have played a lot. You, a righteous monk... are not hypocritical at all, you told the truth. I am very satisfied!" Ke Xiaoliang's timely 'affirmation' made Yang Zhenzhen My mind was broken all the way and stopped the car.
Yang Zhenzhen squatted down with his eyes blank, holding his head in despair.
I wanted to smash my brain open with my fist to see if there was any paste inside.
"You just talked about the shape, how about the feel...?" Feeling that Yang Zhenzhen had recovered a little, Ke Xiaoliang continued not to let go of the big bull.
This output is really amazing.
Compared with ordinary Demon Sect disciples, Yang Zhenzhen's demonic value output is truly astonishing. One person can produce as much as five or six people.
It's just a little worse than those Demon Sect elders.
But changing the direction, although the amount of the Demon Sect elders is large, the frequency is too low.
That's eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year. It only happens once a year. How can we count on it every day?
"How does the hand feel?" Yang Zhenzhen raised his head in confusion and looked at Ke Xiaoliang pitifully, like a little white rabbit facing a big bad wolf.
"That's right! If you describe the feeling of your hand in detail for me, then we will be friends!" Ke Xiaoliang said.
Yang Zhenzhen thought about the tasks assigned by his uncle, the heavy responsibility he shouldered, and the humiliation endured by his brothers and sisters under the oppression of those Demon Sect disciples, and his heart gradually became stronger.
"When you first press it, it feels like silk or brocade. If you press it harder, it will feel like gummy cake, which is very elastic. If you rub it... rub it... it will still bump and shake, and there will be some It still hurts a little bit," Yang Zhenzhen said.
"It hurts a little? Did it hurt your hand?"
"Artificial? The materials are wrong!" Ke Xiaoliang said deliberately.
Yang Zhenzhen was extremely embarrassed and said: "It's really... really! I mean, it hurts to be... rubbed."
The magic value is two hundred and two.
Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen with a smile, and then said politely: "I'm so hungry after hearing what you said... If you are a friend, can you find an opportunity for me to feel it too?"
"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you in vain. If you have any requests, just ask... I will do whatever I can to find a solution for you."
Yang Zhenzhen was stunned, his eyes were red, and he felt like he was in a picture for some reason. The previous preparation was too detailed: "You...why are you so shameless?"
Ke Xiaoliang laughed: "I am a demon cultivator!"
