After watching the starry sky and the Milky Way, Tu Mianmian and Sivir both returned to the bedroom.
The beautiful scenery makes people feel happy. When Tu Mianmian sat back on the big bed, his face was full of joy.
The mutated plant sent by the Duke was handed over to the robot to be cultivated in the backyard of the Duke's mansion. When the mature ramets are cultivated, Tu Mianmian will be able to gnaw the interstellar Chinese cabbage as he wishes.
Tu Mianmian was lying on the bed, shaking her calves leisurely, humming an unknown tune, chatting with someone on the optical brain.
Sivir looked at Mianmian, who was obsessed with Xingwang, and saw that it was getting late, so she was about to find out her clothes and take a shower.
His Excellency the Duke knows his stuff like the back of his hand. Almost the moment he opened the closet, he realized something was wrong.
"Mianmian." The Duke accurately pulled out the military jacket Tu Mianmian had worn, "Have you worn my clothes?"
Tu Mianmian looked up: "..."
Sivir looked at him: "..."
Tu Mianmian: "..."
Seeing that the picture didn't answer, Sivir looked down at his clothes again. But he discovered something else.
He reached out and twirled a soft white short hair at the collar, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "This is..."
Tu Mianmian opened her mouth wide in surprise.
= Mouth =...
He lost his hair! ! !
Is he going to become a bald rabbit? !
Tu Mianmian felt dizzy for a while.
He took a deep breath, looked at Sivir's face, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry."
Sivir is switching the optical brain to the testing state. The thin white short hair was scanned by the optical brain, and the answer was immediately given——
[The hair of a stuffed animal named "rabbit" in the illustrated book of extinct creatures.]
Tubentu Tu Mianmian: "!"
Sivir got the answer from Guangnao, and turned her head to comfort Tu Mianmian: "It's okay, Mianmian, you don't need to apologize."
Xiaojiaofu can make anything with his things.
Tu Mianmian stared at Lord Duke's light brain without saying a word: "..."
There are suspected living individuals of the extinct stuffed creature.
But how could the hair appear on his clothes? His Excellency had a lot of doubts about this matter.
In the blink of an eye, he saw the nervous look on the little girl's face, and he had a flash of inspiration, and guessed: "Mianmian, did you raise a 'rabbit'?"
Tu Mianmian was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said decisively, "Yes!"
I feed myself!
Sivir lifted the collar of his military coat and looked inside, only to find more white soft short hairs.
So this dress of mine...was it taken by the little girl to make a nest for stuffed animals
Sivir put the clothes back in the closet.
"Mianmian, if there are still individuals of extinct creatures, they belong to the special protection animals of the empire and are very precious." The Duke gave a science popularization to Xiaojiaofu.
"You have raised a 'rabbit', remember to take good care of it." Sivir said: "If you have time, you should take it to the professional department for registration. It is best to bring a few professional breeders back."
Tu Mianmian was stunned, and asked stupidly, "Why?"
Sivir sat on the side of the bed, stroked Tu's luxuriant hair, and said in a gentle tone: "Because interstellar law is particularly fond of rare animals, if you don't follow the regulations and raise them privately, you will be punished, and if you raise them to death, you will be sentenced. "
Tu Mianmian: "..."
He, his life is so precious!
The way Tu Mianmian looked at the Duke changed instantly.
— This person actually raised such a precious stuffed rabbit!
How can He De!
Seeing that Tu Mianmian's face became weird, Sivir thought that he was frightened by the strict regulations.
Sivir instantly regretted it. Compared with rare animals, he is of course more partial to Tumian.
He pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter."
The Duke changed his words and overturned his previous instructions one by one: "You can raise it privately without registering it, and it doesn't matter if you raise it to death. You raise it according to your own preferences, and you don't have to worry about the consequences."
"The Duke's Mansion is quite powerful, it can protect you, and you don't need to pay attention to rare animals." The Duke tried his best to turn the tide, trying to make the little girl feel at ease.
The picture that was "merely": "..."
Tu Mianmian felt as if his mood fell from heaven to hell, he stammered, "Okay, okay."
Seeing this, Sivir was relieved.
It never occurred to me that the iron-blooded and ruthless Duke would one day ignore interstellar laws for selfish reasons.
His Excellency the Duke entered the bathroom.
Tu Mianmian's heart was very heavy. Holding the optical brain in his hand, he couldn't continue talking with Robbins during the day when he was chatting happily.
Sighing, Tu Mianmian simply picked up her nightgown and went into another bathroom to wash up.
When he came out, Sivir was already sitting on the bed. The night outside the window was blocked by curtains, and Sivir turned on the light brain to handle affairs under the bright light.
Tu Mianmian's freshly blow-dried hair is fluffy and soft, and a strand of hair is slightly raised at the corner of his forehead, adding a touch of cuteness to him.
He climbed up one side of the big bed, which sagged slightly under its weight. Sivir turned to look at him, then turned off the optical brain, as if waiting for the little girl to sleep.
"By the way, Sivir." Tu Mianmian remembered what she had promised Robbins, and asked while getting under the quilt: "Are there any good-looking young people with a future in your subordinates?"
"Yes." Sivir frowned slightly, and suddenly felt vigilance in his heart, "You ask this... do you need anything?"
"Yeah." Tu Mianmian nodded, "I have a friend who is about to get hot. He wants me to introduce him to someone who will help him through the hot time."
Sivir was taken aback. For no reason, I thought of the picture of Adjutant Yuri usually making friends out of nothing for spoils of war.
For example, I have a friend who is about to die and need this energy stone to save his life. I have a friend who is so poor that he jumped off a building and needs me to lend him star coins...
— Actually Yuri himself needs these things.
The picture of a large-scale unreal friend gradually overlapped with Tu Mianmian's words. The Duke looked deeply at his little wife, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."
Tu Mianmian: "... huh?"
His Excellency the Duke repented deeply: "I didn't think carefully about this matter, and I left you out in the cold."
Tu Mianmian: "???"
"Ah, what are you doing..."
"Well… "
A little farewell is better than a newlywed.
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