Chapter 61: My Little Golden Dragon Will Be Fine
Hey, Nanjia sighed. How did this wonderful little world turn into this?
Looking at Nanjia, who is hopeless, it is difficult to comfort her even if she wants to survive.
The survivalist started looking through the information about this world. There was nothing strange about it, so why did the darkness value suddenly increase so sharply?
Nan Jia asked: "Survival, according to the original plot development, when did Mo Yan take me away?"
"Next year." Did Mo Yan know that I raised a little hunting dog to take his place, making him feel that his own personality was insulted?"
The survivalist denied it: "It shouldn't be possible, right? How did the master know this news? And even if he knew it, there is no need for the dark value to skyrocket because of this matter."
Nanjia He rubbed his hair with both hands: "Why on earth is this? I'm so bald, ah!"
"The dark value of a good person rises when it rises. Is he sick?"
The survival student coughed lightly and whispered: "The master is sick, and you didn't know it for the first time."
The reputation of being the number one yandere in the world is not for nothing.
Nan Jia thought about it but still felt something was wrong. She stood up hurriedly: "No, I have to deal with Wangcai first."
The survival student said with a twisted face: "Nan Nan, You have been eating meat in the name of wealth for a long time. Now you have to deal with it, isn’t it a bit of a waste?”
Nanjia slapped Qiu Shengsheng hard on the head: "Qiu Shengsheng, are you brainless? The solution I'm talking about is to hand over Wangcai to someone else to raise him. Why are you thinking about silence all day long? ”
Survival He rubbed his head and said, "Hey, Nannan, I'm sorry. I've been with the master for a long time, and I have a more solid idea of the word 'process'."
Nanjia handed over Wangcai to a I have always liked wealthy servants.
The servant looked at Wangcai with bright eyes: "Princess, do you want to give Wangcai to me?"
Nanjia looked at the servant gently: "Well, Wangcai Cai, I can’t take care of Wangcai, so please give it to you because I know you will be good to Wangcai.”
The servant was excited: "Yes, princess, I will. I know that the princess has to study political affairs with the king, so she is too busy, so she entrusted Wangcai to me to take care of her. I will definitely take good care of Wangcai."< br>
Nanjia touched Wangcai's little head: "I'm leaving, you should follow the new master."
After Nanjia left, Wangcai couldn't stop shouting at Nanjia.
Nan Jia sighed, there was nothing she could do.
If Mo Yan was really angry because of this, he would probably kill Wang Cai.
Next, Nanjia would ask the survival students from time to time if their darkness value had dropped. Unfortunately, it was still three stars.
Nanjia was numb. She lay on a gold and gemstone lounge chair customized for her by her father and watched the scenery. When she was tired, she went to bed.
The lounge chair was very big. She wrapped the quilt around herself and only exposed her little head.
The quilt is also golden. From a distance, I thought there was no one on the recliner.
Nanjia slowly fell into a deep sleep.
The cry of survival exploded in Nan Jia's head, "Nan Nan, wake up, wake up. You are going to die if you don't wake up."
The cry of survival immediately frightened Nan Jia awake. Nanjia opened her eyes suddenly.
The wind was blowing in my ears, and I looked at the white clouds close at hand. Nanjia couldn't help but curse: "What the hell? What happened? Why did I fly?"
Fortunately, Nanjia's recliner had a footrest that bent upwards, so she couldn't fall off.
But I’m afraid! Nanjia held the recliner tightly with both hands.
The survivor asked quietly: "Are you happy?"
"Are you crazy? I am so happy in this situation!" Nanjia is now a delicate and frail mortal. If he falls from the sky, he will not be able to do it. Turned into a puddle of meat.
“Oh, I’m not happy.”
“What happened?” Why did she take off even though she was just sleeping?
"Look up"
Nanjia raised his head and faced the golden eyes above. These eyes seemed a bit familiar.
Nan Jia was stunned for a moment, his face twisted: "What the hell?"
"That's what you think!"
Nan Jia didn't understand: "No, Mo Why is it doing this to me? Just want to see me and tell me, there’s no need to be so extreme, right?”
"Who can understand the master's thoughts?"
Qiu Shengsheng was also frightened to death by his master's actions. Nanjia fell asleep. She didn't see such an impactful side, but Qiu Shengsheng did.
A huge creature charged at her, opened its mouth full of fangs and picked her up.
No more, no more, this is really a psychological shadow.
Nan Jia was wilted and listless.
But she adapted quickly: "Where is it holding the recliner in its mouth?"
"Hmm"
Nan Jia suddenly looked disgusted and looked a little unnatural: "It keeps its mouth open. , will you drool? What should I do if the drool drips on me? "
Nan Jia quickly curled up and covered herself tightly with a small quilt. Prevent saliva from dripping on yourself.
The survivalist opened his mouth and stared blankly at Nanjia's operations.
She is absolutely stunning!
It’s really a mistake for Nanjia to be taken care of by her master. If she doesn’t take care of her, who will she take care of?
Mo Yan glanced at the person huddled aside with his peripheral vision, and he snorted, how cowardly he is.
Mo Yan took it into his nest and threw the recliner aside. He didn't even look like he wanted to talk to Nan Jia and reminisce about the past.
It seems that he didn't notice Nanjia at all.
If it doesn't move, Nanjia must move.
Nanjia walked down from the recliner and looked at the golden dragon nestled aside to rest. Nanjia walked over and stopped five meters away from its head.
After all, Nanjia can't control Mo Yan's attitude towards her now. She thinks it's better for the two of them to stay within the appropriate social range.
The golden dragon's ears moved. It knew that Nanjia was approaching, but it did not open its eyes.
With a cold and indifferent look, it completely ignored Nanjia as a transparent person.
Not that it matters, there is still an aura of hostility lingering around it. This was a huge contrast to the shy little golden dragon I knew before.
Nanjia suspected for a moment that he had mistaken the dragon.
Nan Jia looked at Jin Long and shouted softly: "Mo Yan?"
Mo Yan paused but still did not open his eyes.
Nan Jia didn’t care about Mo Yan’s attitude. After all, he was a dangerous creature with a three-star darkness value. She was thankful that she didn’t eat her in one bite: “You’ve grown so big. I don’t dare to recognize you. Why did you bring me here? If you want to see me without going to such trouble, just tell me.”
Mo Yan lazily raised his eyelids, his golden eyes a little bloodthirsty. A feeling of oppression came over me as it watched, and its voice was cold: "Noisy, shut up."
Mo Yan: Who do you think I am?
Hey, a couple I am a fan of passed away today, so sad. The feeling of house collapse is too uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)