MTL - Lessons on Raising a Partner-Chapter 66 String string

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Too shameful!

"Teng", Hai's face and ears are all red, until the neck is still with a touch of bright red, water-green eyes staring at Auguste, the lips just licked With a trace of water, like a pink jelly, people can't help but want to take a sip. Read novels to the net

Although...he has already identified Auguste, but he has not yet given Auguste a wreath, so it seems too unruly...

Hai'an licked his lips and had not slowed down.

Auguste was so half squatting in front of Hai'an, suddenly shouted the name of Hai'an, "Haian."

“Well?” Hai’an subconsciously agreed, but then Hai’an immediately reacted, and Auguste called “Haian” instead of “贱贱”.

How to do?

He didn't know how Paladin knew he was an elf, but he did not say to August, would Auguste blame himself?

Hai'an lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, and he was nervous and upset. Even the pointed ears fell down and pressed down, looking pitiful.

At this moment, Auguste suddenly stood up and walked back without saying anything. Auguste's legs were long and the steps were big. He walked a distance in a few seconds.

Hai'an was shocked. He thought that Auguste was leaving. He didn't want him. He immediately went out of bed and ran to Auguste with both hands.

"Hey...Augu..." Hainan shouted August's name with a cry, and August stopped when he jumped out of bed in Hai'an, but before he turned, Hai'an He plunged into his lap and hugged his calf.

Hai'an looked up at Auguste with tears. "... Don't go..."

Auguste was directly laughed at by this horrible look of Hai'an. He knelt down his body, took Hai An into his arms, and stood up in Hai'an, took a sip on Hai's forehead, and then used his forehead to reach Hai'an's forehead.

"I don't go, I just go get a comb for you." Auguste's breath gently slammed on Hai'an's face. "How can I be willing to leave you..."

Hai'an has always been unable to withstand August's love words. As soon as he heard August's words, his whole person began to be confused, and his face was hot and hot.

"I, I..." Hai'an was so shy that he couldn't even straighten his tongue.

Auguste took Hai'an and went straight to the stage. He pulled the wooden chair out of the table, put Hai'an on the chair, and picked up the wooden comb in the mirror to start combing his hair.

Hai'an's hair was slippery and bright, and the hand feel was very good. Auguste held a pair of Hai's hair and gently combed it down. Suddenly he said a word, "A comb combed to the end of the hair, two combed white hair. Eyebrows."

Hai'an doesn't understand what this sentence means. Pointing at his own head and seriously saying, "But my hair is already over the eyebrows."

"It's better," Auguste lowered his head and pressed it against Hai'an's face. "No matter what you used to call, now you are my fault."

Hai'an lowered his eyes and his ears were hot. He didn't dare to look at the face of the mirror, and the corners of his mouth were not bent by his own control.

Auguste divided Hai'an's hair into two squats from the middle, took the upper part of the hair around, wrapped it with a red hair band, and gave him two baotou. Hai'an looked at the mirror for a long time, and reached out and touched his hair. He hesitated and said to his little face: "I don't look good... like a girl."

"Karl's hair is more like a girl than you." Auguste quickly retorted, and by the way black a Carl.

Hai'an thought for a moment, Carl's red wave of long hair seems to be more like a girl than him, but Carl does not look at the back or look at the front, no one will mistake him for a woman, because Karl is too tall, The figure will also know that he is a man.

A little sad.

Auguste, however, Hainan was still holding him out when he was still struggling.

"Where are we going?" Hai'an has now been able to speak fluently, but still a soft childish voice. He glared at August's neck and asked softly at Auguste's ear.

"Take you to play."

Hai'an turned around and looked around. He wanted to see what shape Carl had tonight. He had his hair tied. Will Carl compile the scorpion? As a result, Hai'an did not find the shadow of other people in a circle.

"Lidney, what about them?"

"They went out first, and we will go find them when we wait."

Auguste did not book a travel tool, but walked directly, took Hai'an on the long street, carefully guarded Hai'an, and carefully avoided pedestrians.

Long Street is actually a long ancient wind bridge. It is directly connected to the sky garden from the inn. The street is lined with shops. The small boat struts are slowly passing by, the lanterns on the lake are dazzling, the stars and rivers turn, the fireworks in the sky are scattered. Rain, like the stars in the sky, was blown down, such as falling to the ground.

The feeling of this planet is very wonderful. The quaint buildings can be seen everywhere. Apart from the escaping devices flying in the sky, there is almost no shadow of technology. It seems that the planet has never been attacked by technology.

But even if you don't look at the sky, just walking on the long street will not make people think that they have returned to ancient times.

After Hai'an was taken to the streets by Auguste, he discovered that the hairstyle that Auguste combed him was really simple and ordinary. Hai'an believes that even if Karl goes to the streets, using flowers as a hairpin to make a big scorpion to sway through the city, not many people will notice him.

Because Auguste took him for a few minutes, Hai'an has already seen at least ten "tourists" who look very strange.

For example, the blue giant who has just passed by them is more than three meters tall, the hair is full of octopus tentacles but the hot woman, and a group of fish head children, they have a fish tank on their heads, inside Filled with water, as they breathe, they are constantly bubbling...

Hai'an: "..."

Compared with these outstanding pedestrians, he and Carl's hair are just too normal, and they are all inconspicuous!

“Is there anything I want? I will buy it for you.” Auguste saw Hai’an’s eyes wide open and looked at the front, thinking that Hai’an was interested in what he was selling on the street.

Hai'an turned around and looked around. He had never touched the oriental culture before. He didn't know anything he sold on the long street, and he didn't know what it was.

At this time, Hai'an discovered that the group of fish-headed people he had just seen ran to a person. The man held a strange grass handle, and a bunch of red fruits were inserted on the grass. The fruit seemed to be wrapped outside. Layer of sugar, looks sparkling.

The fish-headed people took several bunches of red fruits from the grass handles, and then extended their wrists to reveal the light brain on their wrists. The man holding the grass handle bent down and swept their brains for a while. After the blue light, the fish head people ran away with the red fruit.

"What is that?" Hai'an pointed to the grass and asked Auguste.

Auguste followed Hai'an's hand and saw the snack merchant who sold the candied fruit.

Sugar candied fruit is a very common snack in the Eastern Hemisphere. It is a kind of food that has been handed down from the ancient earth and is loved by children of Huajiexing.

"Sugar gourd, eat." Auguste briefly answered the question of Hai'an, and then hugged Hai'an to the side of the candied fruit. "Which one?"

Hai'an held a chubby hand, hesitated, a small face wrinkled, a snack merchant selling candied haws saw the same clothes of Auguste and Haian, and saw the lovely appearance of Hai'an, could not help but admire, " Sir, your son is so cute."

August: "..."

"This is my object, not my son." Auguste was not happy when he heard this, so the obvious couple installed this person can actually be seen as a parent-child costume, what eyes!

Snack merchants:! ! ! Do I want to call the police? !

Hai'an still doesn't know which string to pull. He is tangled there. He didn't pay attention to the conversation between August and the snack merchant. Auguste pulled a big bunch for him, directly stuffed it into Hai'an mobile phone, and then quickly paid. The money, holding Hai'an went to the side of the handrail.

"How do you eat this?" Hai'an held a candied haw, and his voice softly asked, and the tender voice sounded like a feeling that people wanted to bully him.

Auguste looked at Haian, remembering what the fresh-staple businessman had said, and he was a little unhappy, so he suddenly got together and took a sip of the top of the candied fruit gourd.

"To eat like this."

Hai'an:! ! !

is this real?

Although Auguste had no expression on his face, Haian sniffed a trace of danger and made him less convinced of Auguste's words.

Hai'an removed the candied haws and raised his neck to find out if there were other people nearby who were eating candied haws and wanted to see how they ate the candied fruit.

As a result, Hai'an saw the fish head villains again!

The fish tank on the head of the fish head seems to be openable. I saw a hole in the top of the fish tank. The fish head man opened the fish mouth in the water and stuffed the sugar gourd from the mouth.

A long chain of candied haws was put into the mouth by the fish head, then closed his mouth, and after a few seconds, only a bare bamboo stick was left.

Hai'an: "..."

Hai'an swallowed his mouth. It seems that the eating methods of different species are still not the same. Anyway, the fisherman's eating method can't be learned. Don't say a string, that is, one can kill him.

"Sugar gourd! I want to eat!! Brother, buy it for me!!!"

How is this sound so familiar?

August and Haian looked back at the same time and saw the brother face of Colin and Cossen.

When Colin saw the candied fruit in the eyes, it was like a fire, and with a look of excitement, he walked over with Corson.

Corson was bothered by Colin and had to buy a bunch of candied fruit gourd to him, wanting to plug Colin's noisy mouth.

"A bunch, you are asking for food? I want all!" Colin looked at the small candied fruit gourd in his hand, dissatisfied with roar.

Corson: "..."