Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

Zhang Ji turned his head to look at the smiling Su Yanqing, his eyes were full of stars, his skin was white and his hair was black, his red lips were slightly parted, like a delicate rose.

So lovely.

Mother will love it.

Zhang Ji rubbed against Su Yanqing's cheek nervously, he smiled brightly and brightly, without any filth.

Zhang Ji dragged Yan Qing to the innermost place.

Zhang Ji turned on the lights in the dark hut.It seems that people don't come here very often. The old lights flicker and flicker with pale light, shining on Su Yanqing's flawless white face.

"Mother, we are here." Zhang Ji slowed down the speed of his voice in a low voice, his light and fluffy tone was extremely gentle.

"Sit down quickly." Zhang Ji turned his head and smiled at Su Yanqing, "Try the biscuits made by mother."

The round table was covered with soft cushions, which felt very comfortable to the touch, as if it had been woven stitch by stitch.There is also a plain vase on it, and the word "Ji" is engraved on the vase.

The font is very beautiful, but it can remind people that it was written by a gentle woman.There is a delicate and beautiful rose in it, but it is a little wilted, and no one has come to take care of it for a long time.

While speaking, Zhang Ji brought out the freshly made biscuits from the narrow kitchen, and carefully placed them in Su Yanqing's soft palm.

Under the dim light and shadow, her deep black and bottomless eyes still looked transparent and clear, like a clean black lake.

Su Yanqing sniffed it lightly, it was very fragrant, very sweet, and had a strong milky fragrance.

In fact, as soon as Yan Qing entered the room, he could smell a faint but soothing smell.

The sun-kissed flowers, as if well-tended, mingled with the rich aroma of the lazy morsels in the kitchen.

Yan Qing's eyes lit up, but he was ashamed to tell others that he liked everything that contained sweetness.He is afraid that others will laugh at him.

So, with a cold face, he ate the little biscuit in small bites.The tip of his pink tongue was faintly visible, his watery eyes drooped down, and he swallowed it carefully and carefully.

Very well-behaved, like a kitten who was ensnared with delicious food and still has sharp claws.

Zhang Ji smiled.

He sat beside him without speaking, but looked at Su Yanqing sincerely and brightly.

The crumbs on the biscuit fell into Su Yanqing's hand, before Yan Qing asked Zhang Ji to wipe it with a paper towel, Zhang Jihan got in that thin white finger.

The wet, warm touch is licking.

After licking, he raised his head with a blushing face, turned his face away to look at Void as if he saw something, adjusted his clothes, sat upright on the seat, and spoke gently to Void's invisible mother.

"Mother."

He stood up and opened the seat for his mother, and carefully prepared dessert for her.

Zhang Jibin is so polite that he looks like a gentleman.

After finishing all this, he sat next to Su Yanqing again, and continued to the void: "This is Su Yanqing."

After a pause, he bent his ears forward, then turned his head to look at Su Yanqing, smiled and said, "Yan Qing, mother praised you for being beautiful."

Su Yanqing held his hand tightly. He liked this biscuit, and he couldn't help feeling fond of the owner of the biscuit.

Just like all the "mothers" he could imagine were filled with tenderness.She would pat him on the shoulder, rub his head, and make him some delicious cookies.

Su Yanqing was a little nervous, he straightened his body, stared at the front stiffly and seriously.

But, praise?

He didn't hear it, were his ears blocked?

Su Yanqing panicked and made his eyelashes tremble slightly.

The black-and-white virtual image is a ridiculous old TV climbing bit by bit in his mind, and it is also buzzing non-stop.

"Yan Qing, mother invited you to enjoy the flowers in the backyard, do you want to go?"

Zhang Ji's voice lingered in Nuo Da's small room.

It was as if there was only his voice transmission in the whole room.

Zhang Ji paused again, as if he heard something, his smile became brighter all of a sudden.

"Yan Qing, mother said you are so good. There are all kinds of flowers and swings planted by mother in the backyard. Do you like it?"

Su Yanqing didn't speak.

He turned his face sideways, and his heart that was still looking forward to it was suddenly hit to the bottom.Misty eyes filled with fear.He has realized that something is wrong.

There are tiny shadows, whining sounds, blooming roses, and a mother that only exists in Zhang Ji's mouth.

Zhang Ji approached Su Yanqing's face, his straight nose pointed at Yan Qing's delicate face and sweaty forehead.

He said affectionately and happily, "Let's go, Yan Qing."

Without reason, he pushed Su Yanqing's thin back, embraced Su Yanqing's narrow waist, and stretched out his arms in the air to help his mother in the void.

Zhang Ji was very happy.

In this depressing and cold mansion, it was the first time he brought someone here to meet his mother, and it was his sweetheart who fell in love at first sight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jihuang shook his head, his always bright black eyes were a little lost.

His mother has a very gentle personality, and she always takes good care of him. However, his mother's face is a little blurred, and he can't see clearly.

Zhang Ji looked at the void seriously, and laughed at how he could forget his mother's appearance.His mother was clearly still standing beside him.

He continued to hold Su Yanqing's hand, and continued to support the gentle figure invisible in the void.

The backyard is quiet and beautifully kept.

It's not the gorgeous and warm beauty, but the glamorous beauty that blooms after the decadence.

The flowers are all gone, and the purple petals are dying black.

The swing had already been blown down obliquely.There is also a doll and a red wedding dress on it.

Become defeated, not like what he imagined.

"Mother?" Zhang Ji looked away blankly, he could only see nothingness through the void.

Su Yanqing was held tightly by Zhang Ji, he dared not move.Like a cat, after being frightened and frightened, it cowers and stays in its own little corner and recovers slowly.

However, suddenly, a cold hand was placed outside his eye sockets, and a cold breath invaded his body.

The sensitive body was dyed a gorgeous red color due to this evil spirit.

The smooth and beautiful black hair spread out.

"My little wife?" He was teasing him coldly but with a gentle smile.

After a while, he looked at his little wife's misty mist, her aggrieved and pitiful appearance, and even made a little fierce accusation.

"Su Yanci." Yan Qingnuo said in a weeping voice.

Su Yanyan gently helped him comb his hair, and his generous body quickly blocked the chill, although he was very cold himself.

"This copy is not bad."

Su Yanci gently lowered his long eyelids, the dark and cold pupils under the thick eyelashes seemed to be flooded with spring water.

He gently and lingeringly licked the mist from those beautiful eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

Su Yan said.

Behind him is a long-haired woman walking slowly in a wedding dress.

She lowered her head so that it was hard to see her expression clearly, but judging from the cracked arc at the corner of her mouth, it was a vicious and evil creature.