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One thousand eight hundred and ninety-two

Little William was still thinking like this.

I didn't expect the other party to come to my door by myself.

Because of the little demon in the east, he spoke in a faint voice: "It's nothing to shake hands."

Little William suddenly straightened his body, his red hair changed, and his whole body exuded a kind of breath. Since you were trapped in the trap, I will give you a deep lesson now!

Qin Mo was wearing a black down jacket, and the scarf was pure white, wrapped around his neck, like Mo Feiran, and he stretched out his hand.

Little William smiled and thought he was very evil and unruly, and his hair was still red.

The moment the finger touched it, William used his strength to wait and see the man kneel down and beg for mercy.

Wait a moment.

This...this...this seems to be wrong.

Little William's eyes became bigger because of the pain from his fingers. The child could not hide his emotions and looked surprised.

I just want to use more effort to return the respect.

But the other party didn't give him this opportunity at all.

His right hand began to get numb!

However, just when William felt the pain and was about to bend down.

The person on the other end suddenly let go of his hand, then he curled his lips and his voice was very light: "Hand hurts a little, William, you are so strong."

Little William with thorny hands: Excuse   me????

He should be the one who shouted that his hand hurts!

Little William was so angry that he was about to pull up the little monster's collar.

Bo Jiu directly held his wrist, his big eyes were still dark, and his little face asked seriously: "William, you want me to beat you again, right?"

William Little:...This is not the date he imagined!

He seemed to tell Jiu that the little monster was acting.

But, looking at the monster turning his head, it seemed that he was really hurt.

Little William was about to cry.

Are you Chinese so good at acting?

"Nine..." Little William's eyes turned red.

Bo Jiu Xiaohu patted his shoulder, and the tiger became angry: "William, don't pretend to be weak, go in, and give you some giants you like to eat."

Little William: Why does he pretend to be weak when crying?? Very angry!

Wait a minute, what does it mean when the little monster swept to his shoulder again, and the murderous aura appeared in his eyes?

Hahaha, are you not planning to pretend?

Just as William took a deep breath and prepared to fight.

Unexpectedly, the person standing opposite him had his eyes half-hung and shook his hand. From his perspective, he actually felt that the other party was a little lonely.

If he was not the person involved, he would think that the other party was really injured!

But he knew the other party was not injured!

I really want to speak!

However, Jiu had already made an action over there: "Momo, are you okay?"

"Yes." Qin Mo's mood seemed to be low, as if it hurts: "It doesn't affect eating hamburgers."

Little William wants to say, if you pretend like this, your conscience will not hurt.

There is no effect at all, but there will be ghosts if it affects them.

Don't think I can't see through your routine.

You are just trying to confuse people.

Little William turned his head reluctantly, and what he saw was Jiu's distressed face.

He watched Jiu pull the hand of the little demon in the east, put it on his lips, and whispered, and the slight little tiger voice with a slight singer: "Momo, I will not hurt you if I kiss you. Next time, Little William shakes your hand again, you can just look at him. He is so strong that it will easily hurt you."
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