Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 572: One Minute of Eye Contact Every Day

"What kind of lyrics are these?"

Fu Xuan lay on the soft bed, holding up the photo album of An Ming's sleeping face in both hands and admiring it carefully, but in his ears came the heavenly singing of the robin and the abstract lyrics.

Although I had expected that the robin's wonderful voice would be ruined sooner or later, I didn't say it would be ruined in this way?

According to Fu Xuan's original idea, given how much Xiaoxiaoniao was obsessed with An Ming, if An Ming didn't say anything to her, she would become anxious and directly start the Six Ding and Six Jia mode, and her well-protected throat would naturally be slightly damaged.

But what she didn't expect was that the part that the robin was trained on was the lyrics. In the past, the robin would not even be able to create such abstract lyrics, let alone sing them.

But since being influenced by the abstract literature of A Xing and An Ming, Xiao Xioniao would occasionally sing a few lines of abstract art lyrics, such as the famous work he just completed a second ago - "Black Tower, Black Tower, Why is Your Hat Pointy?"

The piano music was as heavenly as ever. Although Fu Xuan had many opinions about the robin as a bird, he never had any opinions about her music.

Looking at An Ming's beautiful photos while listening to the singing of robins helps to cheer up one's mood, and this is also the way that Taibu had to find to divert his attention while An Ming was recuperating.

Otherwise, they would have been unable to resist the traditional daily house-stealing activity of the dream girl, but surprisingly, no one stole the house this time, but really gave An (Yaozi) Ming some rest time.

"Sister Xuan'er, why is your Qiongguan formation so sharp?"

The robin smiled and stood in front of the mirror and said, "Don't you like the way of praising people that An Ming taught me?"

Fu Xuan curled his lips and said unhappily, "Don't learn those abstract literature from him in the future. Be careful that your idol filter will be shattered by Liuying."

You know, Firefly and March Seventh are both avid fans of Robin, but since Robin also became one of their dream girls, the speed at which their fan filters shattered can be said to be quite fast.

It was actually okay for Firefly, after all, she returned to the Star Core Hunter Base after Pinocchio, but it was different for March Seventh. She had witnessed Ms. Robin's amazing house-stealing scene with her own eyes, and she had a cute physique that would faint as soon as she had an orgasm.

The end result is that March 7th likes robin more!

Of course the bad news is that the robin is her rival and is the best in stealing the house even more than the dream girl, but fortunately the robin can only be there for about three hours at most. Although it is not a pure trash, it is at least one of the few trash, and March 7 is comforted mentally.

As long as not everyone can last as long as Huangquan Liuying, Sanyueqi will be satisfied. In this way, her trash will not be particularly conspicuous.

But in the words of the robin, "If you can enjoy the same happiness in one hour, but it takes a whole day to reach the underworld, then one hour is definitely more comfortable."

Did you believe it on March 7? If you did, there is a kind of beauty in self-deception.

"How long can Sister Xuan'er endure this?" Robin pursed his lips and smiled, taking the photo album of An Ming's sleeping face from Fu Xuan's hand, "It's just drinking poison to quench thirst. You will only become more thirsty after reading it."

Fu Xuan bit his lower lip lightly, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and he said angrily: "I am not as good as you in star language!" As the saying goes, life is not only about stealing home at night, but also about poetry and distant places.

Lord Taibu decided to change his mood. If he continued to stay in the inn, he might not be able to resist his desire and take An Ming in the living room.

"really?"

A hint of smile flashed across the robin's beautiful eyes. "But I clearly heard some moving songs last night."

Fu Xuan's pretty face turned red instantly, "You, you you you! Lingshi's ability is for you to use for this!" She stuttered to the robin.

I just couldn't help doing some handicrafts last night, and how come the robin heard it?

"I observed the celestial phenomena at night and knew that you couldn't help yourself the other day!"

"Eh...?"

The robin also blushed and said unconvincedly: "Sister Xuan'er, the Qiongguan Formation is not meant for you to use for this kind of thing, right?"

The two of them looked at each other, and finally snorted and turned their heads away at the same time, but no one mentioned the craft again.

After all, letting An Ming have a rest wouldn't make yourself suffer.

If he really had to endure it for a whole week, well, not a month, but just a week. But for someone like Fu Xuan who had a minor faint every two days and a major fuck every five days, seven days would feel as long as seven years.

"gone!"

Fu Xuan snorted proudly and left Xiao Xiaoniao's room.

The robin, whose truth was exposed by Fu Xuan's divination, was also a little shy. After all, such things were still very personal. But who would have thought that one of them was a envoy and the other had a poor observation array. Anyway, they each had their own methods.

So Heita, who was sitting in the living room sipping tea, saw the back of Fu Xuan leaving the inn angrily. If he remembered correctly, this was the former Taibu Fu Xuan who had made many impressive achievements in Luofu. Well... I don't know why, but now Heita is not surprised at all.

"Then it's settled. When you return to the space station from Pier Point, I will personally greet you," the black tower figure nodded cutely and said, "Of course, the real body."

"Shh...it's such an honor."

An Ming said this, but what he really thought in his heart was that Heita would not gank his remaining saved manuscripts offline. He did write a little secretly, and planned to send it to Heita bit by bit later, so that he would not be accused of not updating.

"Of course~" Heita raised his cheeks and said proudly: "This doll is in your hands now. Remember to send it back to the space station."

Without giving An Ming a chance to reply, Heita's consciousness went offline, leaving only the unconscious Heita doll on the sofa.

The corners of An Ming's mouth twitched slightly. Although he had a black tower doll when he was in the space station before, it was finally used as a clothesline and was not used for anything else.

It is hard not to doubt the purpose of Heita deliberately leaving a doll. An Ming felt that with Heita's temperament, if he really dared to get involved, Heita's little man would immediately turn into a 360-degree bull crusher, making An Ming bid farewell to the rest of his life completely.

An Ming pondered for a long time and finally decided to place the black tower doll next to the CD player and take it away when he left Luofu.

But just as An Ming left the room to look for Long Jing, Ah Xing walked out of the room right after, holding the black tower doll and intending to overcome his psychological fear.

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