After a question and answer, he fell into a speechless silence. He Ruge had a guilty conscience to coax the little monster. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why the pain would stop when he had physical contact.
He Ruge did some self-reflection and thought that the previous self was simply blinded by lard, and came up with such a flawed excuse to lie to the cat.
However, if the cat is dead, it is also romantic to be a ghost.
If he doesn't do this, he will take the year of the monkey to hold the big cat
This position is a bit tiring, He Ruge didn't dare to put all his weight on the little monster, so he bent down and hugged the little monster, his upper body immersed in the soft and thick fur, looking at the infinite scenery, in fact, his waist was suffering. support.
The tip of his nose was very close to the base of his wings, and the heat of He Ruge's exhalation was just right at the base of his wings. The little monster was so itchy that he wanted to shake his wings, but he was afraid of disturbing the young man lying on his back.
The person was so light, the little monster could barely feel the weight of the other party, which gave the little monster an unreal, illusory feeling. Without pain, he couldn't tell the truth from the false. This night, he was not alone in a corner, enduring the pain alone, and rolling around in embarrassment when the pain was extreme.
All this is like a dream, maybe if he moves a little, the other party will turn into a butterfly and fly away.
It turned out that there was someone to accompany, and the night was not so difficult.
Just when the little monster was in a good mood, he suddenly found that the person on his back was about to get up. The originally light weight became a feather, and the warm temperature on his back also drifted away.
Is he leaving
The thought popped into the little monster's heart, like a small stone hitting the water, disturbing the mood that had finally been calmed down.
Huwei subconsciously hooked on He Ruge's calf, and under the surprised gaze of the other side, the little monster pretended to be calm and said, "Without physical contact, it will hurt."
He Ruge was stunned for a while. He just bent over for too long and wanted to change his posture. The little monster is... a misunderstanding
Are you so afraid of him leaving? Is it simply fear of pain, or is there a little bit of reluctance to bear him? He Ruge looked down at the tiger's tail that was entangled in him, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Maybe the nickname he should have given to the little monster was Xiao Nian Gao.
No, it's a big sticky cake.
He Ruge squatted down and wanted to grab the tiger's tail. The thick tiger's tail was full of strength, with black and white stripes interlaced. He Ruge couldn't hold it with one hand, so he had to hold it from the tip of the tail. The thinnest part of the tail was pure. Black, and He Ruge's fingers are extraordinarily white.
The texture of the hair on the tail is also very good. Every hair looks like it has been soaked in deep-sea fish oil. There is no bifurcation from the root to the tip. The white hair is crystal clear like fine snow, and the black hair is like a brush that soaks up ink.
He Ruge couldn't help but hold the tip of his tail with one hand and put the palm of the other hand on the black "writing brush". Under the pure gaze of the little monster, He Ruge said with a high-sounding voice: "I wrote it for Miaomiao before. Name, Miaomiao, have you remembered how to write the word 'Miao'?" She looked like a teacher who randomly checked her homework.
The little monster tilted his big head, "Yes."
He Ruge was a little surprised, maybe the little monster had always been labeled as stupid and fierce in his impression, but suddenly such a small genius made him not used to it.
The blue eyes looked at He Ruge's palm intently, and the tip of his tail slowly and firmly wrote the words belonging to the earth in He Ruge's palm.
Miao.
The little monster had never seen words like this before, it didn't belong to any language he knew, and the pronunciation was strange meow meow meow.
For a little monster with only killing and gloom in mind, writing down is a difficult task. But he wants to do his best to remember everything about He Ruge. It seems that if he remembers a little more, He Ruge is more important in his heart. In this case, even if he really loses control and loses his sense in the future, he will not will hurt this person again.
He didn't want to hurt He Ruge.
It's not because He Ruge is Xi Guican's favorite, not because He Ruge's blood is delicious, or because He Ruge's songs are good.
Just because, He Ruge is He Ruge, that's all.
When he moved his tail stroke by stroke to write the word "Miao", he saw that He Ruge's black eyes also lit up little by little because of surprise, shining like the stars in the sky.
"Miaomiao is so smart." He heard He Ruge praise him so tenderly and sincerely.
No one ever praised him.
Maybe it's because he doesn't have any advantages, and even he doesn't think he has any characteristics. In fact, from the very beginning, he was the existence that Xi Guican awakened in despair.
He is the product of the mutation in this body, he is a part of the soul separation of "Xi Guican", and he is a complete monster.
In the endless darkness, he was considered by Xi Guican as a weapon to break the light, but he came from the darkness, how could he help Xi Guican find the light. A black hole will suck all the light, and he will destroy all the brilliance in Xi Guican's life.
The best result for Xi Guican was that he handed over his memory and power. The accidentally separated soul fragments stick to the original gap and mend it up, perhaps making "Xi Guican" complete.
...but he didn't want to.
He is a selfish and ruthless villain who never thinks about others, even if that person is himself in a sense.
So he has been hiding in the corner where Xi Guican can't help him, saving up his strength, hoping that one day Xi Guican's memory can be erased, so that he can occupy this body.
He Ruge concentrated on playing with the tail, and did not notice the silence of the little monster. The dream of playing tails came true tonight. The happiness one after another made He Ruge feel a little flirtatious. He brushed his tail along the hair and then reversed it. The originally soft tail hair was about to be blown up by He Ruge.
It's just that He Ruge felt a little strange. At first, one hand could hold two-thirds of the tail, and it grew silently under his eyelids.
The tiger claws in the field of vision also seemed to grow in size. He Ruge slowly raised his head and saw that the little monster in front of him was slowly getting bigger like a puffed ball. The monster, I don't know when it will grow to his chest. Looking at the trend, he has plans to rush to higher, and his body length is approaching the three-meter mark.
Yes, genetic medicine can accelerate growth.
However, seeing the picture of the little monster getting bigger has a big impact on He Ruge. Because of the relationship between natural enemies, He Ruge tries hard to overcome the physical fear of big cats every day. After finally getting used to the size of the little monster , there is not even a bit of buffer time, and we have to face the bigger white tiger!
Too, too big.
His legs are weak.
He Ruge unconsciously held the tiger's tail with both hands, like a patient with acrophobia standing on a rope bridge and holding the chain, his legs were trembling faintly. When Wen warned again, let He Ruge not even have the strength to stand.
But at this time, the little monster still brought his big head close, and his blue eyes looked at He Ruge's trembling legs strangely, "Are you tired of standing?"
His mind was blank, He Ruge seemed to see his bloodless face in his azure blue eyes, that face gradually turned into a fish pressed on the chopping board, "Yes, a little."
The stout tiger tail like an iron whip wrapped around He Ruge's waist, and the tiger's tail exploded with astonishing power in an instant, lifting He Ruge like a radish with ease. Song's heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.
When He Ruge was so flustered that his feet were kicking randomly, the little monster put He Ruge on his back, "Grab my wings and don't slide down."
He Ruge sat softly on the tiger's back, his hands were so nervous that he didn't know the strength at all, and he only pinched the thin insect wings with two fingers.
The insect wings, which were originally thin and fragile like a piece of paper, had become the thickness of a steel plate at some point, and they might make a crisp sound when they were knocked on.
"He Ruge," the hoarse voice of the boy was in He Ruge's ear, "Do you like the starry sky?"
Perhaps from the song "Little Star", the little monster came up with the speculation that He Ruge likes the stars.
In a state of high mental tension, He Ruge didn't know what he was talking about: "It's okay, it's okay."
"Then you will sit on my back and I will take you to the stars." The little monster said, "Will you be happy if I do this?"
He Ruge finally recovered from the dizzy dizziness. He spent three seconds recalling what the little monster said, and the state described by the little monster appeared in his mind, and He Ruge instantly felt cool.
Ride the biggest cat and watch the most beautiful stars.
Like every parent who heard his child say that he would be filial to him when he grew up, he showed a gratified smile: "Yes! Of course I will!"
The blue eyes that had been surging with violent flames closed slightly, covering up the excited yearning in their eyes unskillfully, and the little monster said softly, "That's good."
I can make you happy, that's great.