The little milk dog died, and the measurement data started from the little fox on the 2nd, and the mournful wailing resounded through the room.
He Ruge couldn't bear it, but was powerless. When he measured compartment 19, the silly little rabbit was shaking like a sieve, but when he saw He Ruge, he jumped up, like a rapidly rolling snowball.
Huang Wee was taken aback by the way he played, which was very similar to the little white tiger. He was bitten by a snake once, and he was afraid of the rope for ten years. inside.
The little rabbit's red eyes seemed to be about to cry, and he shrank in He Ruge's arms and trembled wildly.
The weasel who reacted grabbed the tail of the little rabbit, pulled the snowball out, and put a metal helmet on the little rabbit who kept crying.
The little rabbit's legs twitched convulsively because of the pain. When the metal helmet was taken off, the little rabbit still had the strength to chomp on the side, and Jin Doudou fell to the ground. .
This is indeed a very stupid little rabbit, just because he fed him a piece of candy and sang a song to him, he regarded He Ruge as the closest person.
If the target of the strategy is not the little white tiger, but this little rabbit, then I am afraid that the first experiment has not ended, and the favorability will be maxed out.
The compartment on No. 19 slowly closed, and the eyes of the crying bunny hiding in the corner were like rubies washed with water, shining in the dark.
He Ruge silently pushed the frame. After a long time, he pushed it again. The bridge of his nose felt the weight of the frame. This weight would have been easily ignored in the past, but now it is as heavy as a mountain. .
A presence that cannot be ignored.
He Ruge took a deep breath and took off his glasses. Those black eyes that were not covered by the lenses stared at the screen without blinking, and looked at the crying bunny in the game from a distance, He Ruge thought, How can this little bunny have so many tears, like water.
He thought a lot at this moment, thinking of the cold corpse of the little puppy, and thinking that the little rabbit would leave silently in the end, his thin lips couldn't help pursing into a straight line.
Will the game really have a... mortal ending
He Ruge lowered his eyes and put on his glasses, all his tumultuous emotions were restrained and suppressed behind the glasses.
The iron door of the No. 20 compartment was pushed open, Huang Weasel did not enter the door immediately, he stood cautiously behind He Ruge, the little white tiger in the cotton nest saw Weasel's actions, his blue eyes showed a hint of mockery, perhaps because of his weakness, His eyes were wearily closed, and the sarcasm added to the arrogance of the superior.
The little white tiger's hatred skills were full, and Huang Wee looked gloomy and held the sea of spiritual awareness stimulator, and put it on the little white tiger's head.
After the short and long measurement, the weasel packed up the instrument and left.
The little white tiger was lying softly in the cotton nest. He didn't have the sharp-edged appearance of the weasel when he was there. He was like a hedgehog that had carefully collected its thorns, leaving the remaining softness to He Ruge.
He Ruge poured the medicine powder prescribed by the drug-seeking rat into the milk bottle and soaked it for the little white tiger to drink. This time, the little white tiger didn't turn around and carried it on his back. He held the bottle with both paws. The little white tiger sucked the pacifier solemnly, and the snow-white tiger whiskers trembled in the air.
Click [Stroking] with the mouse.
The palm landed on the little head of the little white tiger, and then slid down the neck to the back, and touched the fur. The fur under the palm was submissive and smooth, and the little white tiger narrowed his eyes as if enjoying it.
number 20
[Aw~ "A little, comfortable"]
[Do you like touching me very much? actually…]
[…I like it a little too]
When the little white tiger said that he liked it, it was originally just a simple [touch] option, and there were a lot of branches:
[Touch your head]
[touch back]
[Pinch claws]
[rubbing ears]
[Poke ass] (unlocked)
[Playing the tail] (unlocked)
[Suck Belly] (unlocked)
He Ruge: "!!!"
Sucking belly is not a dream! ! !
He tentatively clicked [Pinch Claw]. The little white tiger's claws retracted subconsciously, hesitating for a while, and under He Ruge's expectant gaze, the little claws gently rested on He Ruge's palm.
The small paws are small and exquisite, occupying only one-third of He Ruge's palm.
number 20
[Aw "In the future my claws will become so big that they can completely cover your hands"]
[… Roar? "Growing up... the pads are also pink"]
The mouse clicked [rubbing the ears], the slender fingers loosely folded the tiger's ears and folded the bud-like tiger ears. The little white tiger tilted his head as if it was ticklish, and looked at He Ruge's blue eyes with accusation.
number 20
[Roaring "Don't, don't move, it's itchy"]
[Roar 『If you move again, I will…』]
[… Ow "I'll lick your ears"]
The little white tiger turned his head and avoided He Ruge's hand playing with the tiger's ear. The pitiful tiger's ear stood up tremblingly, like a torn flower bone. What didn't match the pitiful ears was the little white tiger's pointed little tiger teeth. He bared his teeth and let out a low growl with a warning.
The milky little white tiger, who hasn't seen him for a long time, is back.
Although He Ruge really wanted to continue rubbing his ears, he was afraid that the little white tiger would get angry, so he clicked [Touch his head].
The little white tiger was slapped on the head by He Ruge. Maybe it was because the system's default stroking strength changed after the favorability level was raised. The angry dead fish eyes were torn into almond eyes due to the movement of the fur on his forehead.
The next moment, the stupid almond eyes turned into sullen, dead fish eyes.
number 20
[… Humph]
[The mood gradually improved on the 20th]
[Humph]
When the little white tiger snorted coldly, the little pink nose moved slightly. The nose was the image of love. Every time he snorted, it was like the little white tiger sending love to He Ruge.
He Ruge clicked [touch the back] happily, and touched the little white tiger who was pretending to be angry, and when he touched it, the little white tiger's tail swayed slightly.
number 20
[… hum... hum hum]
[I am very happy on the 20th]
[No. 20 likes you to touch his back]
He Ruge walked off the assembly line with a satisfied smile. The happy time is always short, and unknowingly he was addicted to the game for more than an hour.
Emotionless coding machine: "You dead pigeon! Are you coding! I have finished coding all 9,000 words today!!!"
He Ruge turned off Penguin with a guilty conscience, pretending that he didn't see anything. He opened Jinjiang and wanted to see if the troll in the comment area was still there. The familiar green screen appeared. The ID name of the "Newspaper Office" had disappeared.
- I don't care about the sky, the ground, and the air in the middle, I just use it to bury you!
- It's not a dream every day, a rocket launcher!
He Ruge was stunned for a moment. What's wrong? Everyone... Why did you suddenly throw a thunderbolt
Hundreds of new comments suddenly popped up, some are familiar ID names, but most are unfamiliar IDs that have been diving.
- hug the author
- Da, let me tell you something, you may not believe that our world is actually a main world, and various derivative interfaces are created by authors, screenwriters, cartoonists, etc. But in the world, there are always so many bad guys who want to rule everything, so there are saboteurs. They cross the interface to become various sunspots and appear in the comment area under many great works to prevent you from creating great works. Na. So do your best, don't be defeated by the dark forces, I believe that evil is invincible!
—Come on, do you want to lend you my diamond heart
These comments... are all published in the latest chapter, He Ruge remembered, he was explaining the negative things. Before writing that paragraph, he didn't actually think that there would be so many, so many readers to comfort himself.
He simply wanted to explain it to prevent misunderstandings by readers who saw the trolls in the comment area.
He Ruge looked at every comment in a daze, and his eyes were a little wet. He took off his glasses with some gaffe, and covered his red eyes. Mingming was cursed so viciously by the troll before, and he didn't cry, but at this moment, the tears really couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes.
…why do you want to write essays? Why choose Jinjiang
Because Jinjiang readers are recognized as the warmest, cutest, and most talkative little angels in all novel websites.
At this moment, He Ruge truly felt that he was loved.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
He Ruge: You, your tongue actually has barbs!
Xi Guican: Actually, there is another place.