I, VILLAIN DADDY, BULLY

chapter 28: be clear

listen to turn on the light. there was also a desperately struggling owl in his hand, and after a wild dance, the feathers fell off a lot.

"stop struggling. to be bald. the

white owl's flapping wings closed slightly. turn your head to the other side, just don't look and listen.

wen doraemon sat obediently on the quilt, doing it himself, pulling down the clothes that did not know when to roll up to his chest to cover the round little ass's stock. smell the clothes, before are specially made to match his small wings, without wings are not easy to wear, take the smell of the clothes.

it was too big to wear. almost the entire small body is wrapped up in it, and it is easy to roll up.

wen duo looked at wen ling's face, felt that the war had not yet spread to him, and carefully put his legs into the quilt to avoid the source of the disaster.

there were more birds in the room, and the white owl was gone again. there is little second possibility.

hearing let go of the white owl, folded his arms, and leaned against the head of the bed.

"say, what's going on?"

white owl: "..."what did he say?" you can't understand bird language.

all right. wen ying also quickly realized this, and he couldn't understand what the white owl said. he glanced at the old wall clock hanging in the room, and it wasn't time yet. wen ting had already guessed that things were really 'the same'.

"i'll give you an hour to explain it to me." when he finished, he closed his eyes and continued to rest. feeling that the hand was out, a little cool, the hand fished, and dragged the white owl who was still thinking carefully.

"don't move. warm my hands. "don't say, the fluffy little belly is still quite warm." the white owl was not warm, and now it was better, it used to be an ice cube. he often had the illusion that he was sleeping with a corpse.

but – that doesn't seem wrong with that. the blood clan, in his previous cognition, was a corpse that could move and speak. the bloodlines of this world bear no resemblance to what they had heard before.

they have their own class, they have their own civilization, they have their own way of reproducing.

thinking about things, wen ting gradually fell asleep, but still hugged the hot little body. the white owl's golden eyes looked at the hearing, and gently pushed the smell with the plush head, but did not push.

when wen ting woke up again, the white owl appeared.

it's just how well-behaved this posture is. smelling the face was a little burned, i couldn't help but want to retreat, but behind it was the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

because before going to sleep, wen ting hugged the white owl, so when the white owl turned back, he sat on his lap.

listening patted his cheek, he was thinking of something messy. fortunately, i thought that the white owl at this time was not big, so it was not very heavy. the white owl was very thin, with no flesh on his body, and there was no weight when he sat on his lap.

he also distractedly estimated the weight of the white owl. thirteen or fourteen years old, about eighty pounds, thin. the downside of picky eaters.

"have you figured out how to explain it to me?"

the white owl craned his neck, and his thin lips were tightly closed.

"i don't have anything to say. you have no right to ask.

"oh? i have no right to ask. okay — you give it to me first. wwen ting pushed him away from his body in a fit of rage, and sure enough, he couldn't look at him and be gentle with him.

the appearance was all fake, and he could not be fooled by this weak good appearance. come to think of it, the fellow cheaters he had encountered before had a sinister heart hidden under this weak exterior. couldn't he still see through this?

then his days of begging for life for so many years were in vain. wen ting calmed down and stopped looking at the white owl's face. what kind of people are most likely to be deceived by?

chuchu pitied unworldly girls and ignorant and naïve students.

the white owl who had been pushed away by the violence blushed. he didn't mean to sit on it either. when i transformed, i happened to be in that position.

"you don't want to confess, do you?" wen ying scratched a handful of messy hair and felt that his life was really terrible.

why did god let him appear in this world with dignity? he lived well in the original world, and it was difficult to climb from the bottom of society to a small achievement.

damn, he's got a chance to be on local tv. perhaps, in the near future, he will even have a chance to attend the spring festival gala.

all this good life was shattered by an inexplicable crossing.

he came to a bad place, had a pit daddy's son, and a bad partner. neither honest nor arrogant. damn tough mouth!

"you don't make it clear, right? well, i'm not going. what a white world, you go for it yourself.

wen ling turned over and grabbed the stiff smell of his body and pressed it into his arms. either way, this little bastard was his own. iit took him a lot of effort to give birth.

people say that october is pregnant, although he did not last month, but also brewed in the stomach for a while.

the white owl who was left hanging aside looked at the back of the hearing with his eyes, not knowing whether the other party was more lonely or whether he looked more lonely.

no, he was alone. from now on, he had been alone. perhaps it was these few days of getting along that made him have a little illusion.

listening to lying down for a while was a little regretful. well, who makes the presence of the guy behind it so strong. the little man sat behind him, saying nothing, looking deeply at his back.

how did he calm down?

"if you don't make it clear, how can i help you?" wen ying did not look back, turning his back on the white owl.

"but you're a liar, too." you used to say that you loved me very much, which was a lie. listening

to it, it was true.

"that... it's a lie. wen ting sat up, still carrying wen duo in his arms. he looked at the white owl, and the white owl showed a face that was indeed like this.

wen ling couldn't help but add, "however, i don't hate you either... i mean...... i'm willing to help you, you're what i like..." man. that pit daddy novel makes the male protagonist so simple cannon fodder, but it makes wen ting depressed for a long time.

unexpectedly, such an omission actually made the white owl have strange thoughts again. it is really easy to think about it.

forget it. he really doesn't hate it.

the white owl coughed twice unnaturally, and his golden eyes shone like stars in the night sky.

"i can tell you. you're right, that's me. one of my forms. the white owl used a very conservative statement, which could not help but make wen ting a little suspicious.

what is called one of these forms. it would make him think too much.

"one of the forms —you don't tell me, and." wen ting covered his head, what the hell is going on here?

he didn't want the surprise at all.

"i don't want to." a hint of coldness flashed in the white owl's eyes, "i hate his presence even more than you do." that damned evil guy. wen

ying was astonished. evil guys? did his dear male protagonist always think that he was a righteous man?

there will be no mistakes in your cognition. even now, you are not righteous.