I am a god in script killing

Chapter 138 Doomsday Wailing (8)

Bo Jun looked down at the white tiger and closed his eyes. After mourning silently, he got up holding the cub.

This is a newly weaned tiger cub, with the same white fur and smooth tiger stripes as its mother, clean and beautiful.

The baby is also very chubby, and it is soft and warm when hugged.

Probably the only child who was really spoiled by his mother.

Bo Juan couldn't help but rumble, the little white tiger's ears cocked up, and he raised his head while humming in confusion. His eyes were as clean and clear as natural uncarved sapphires.

Looking cute and cute.

Bo Jun, who is handsome and has always wanted to raise cats and dogs, thinks seriously, but, it's amazing!
The starting point is the white tiger, which is very fulfilling!
Bo Jun grabbed the little white tiger's forelegs and lifted it up as if holding it, to see if there were any health problems.

The little tiger cub didn't know what was wrong, and it didn't understand its mother's passing. It just looked at Bao Jun innocently and suspiciously with its round and big glazed eyes.

What are you doing?
It seems to be asking this question, which is both perplexing and patient.

Bo Juan laughed at the thought in his mind, and felt that the translation sounded like Mr. System.

"Okay, it's not bad to be like Ninth Brother. I also said that I would like to raise a furry one."

Bo Jun talked to himself in relief.

I didn't catch the softness that flashed in the little white tiger's eyes.

Bo Jun's current skin is not much different from her adult appearance, it is unbelievably exquisite and beautiful, but the ominous left eye has disappeared.

With a little childishness and unfaded baby fat, the stability and indifference in the eyes dissipated at this moment, and the pure, tough and interesting soul can be seen at a glance.

The little tiger cub tilted its head, its wet eyes reflected the person in front of it, obediently and curiously raised its pink paw pad, pressed it softly on Bo Jun's nose, softly:
"Ow."

Got it, thought a certain gentleman who had followed quietly.
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"I found no one, 217, can you hear me?"

Luo Yan landed steadily, and the signal was connected to the system background.

"I can hear it," 217 yawned, sitting in front of his computer desk, the swivel chair was ridiculously soft, and he wanted to continue sleeping, "I just woke up."

"You also need to sleep? Can you respect the identity of your system program?"

Luo Yan really wanted to give his partner a punch: "Usually I don't care about you, but if you mess up this time, I won't tolerate it at all."

"I know, I know," 217 knew how important this brat's master was to him, "Victor is indeed irresponsible, but your resentment will outweigh your desire to repay your kindness, right?"

"Repay the favor?" Luo Yan sneered, nodded and said, "Yes, I will repay the favor."

"But grace is grace, and resentment is resentment."

Luo Yan gritted his teeth, his knuckles creaked:
"The old bastard saved me, but she left without saying a word back then, and didn't mean to see me when she came back. We can't talk about anything, she will just treat me like a child!"

As he spoke, the young man punched the tree next to him, breaking the big tree and falling to the ground, blowing up dust!
"Don't always destroy game modeling, calm down."

217 frowned, trying to divert attention, but Luo Yan on the screen ignored him, and just calmed down his anger slowly.

Like a flame flowing under a thin layer of ice, untouchable.

But he held back and was ready to go.

"I have to tell her." Luo Yan lowered his eyes, tightened his wrist bandage, his indigo eyes fainted with ferocity and depression, and his voice was slightly hoarse:

"When I grow up, I can even kill her and become the new 'god'."

(End of this chapter)