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Looking at the evil spirit of the speeding party who turned his head and kept spouting trash talk with Stocking behind him while accelerating, Cake "Xiao Yiren" was very angry.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow~ (I want to go racing after messing with the abbot?! Kill me!!!)"

Although the cake "Xiao Yiren" doesn't know what the abbot is, none of this prevents him from hitting the windshield of the biker party evil spirit with a cream cake punch.

"Ah... what is this! Can't see the road ahead now?! But I feel so good now! Super good!!! Feel like I'm about to take off!"

Howling loudly, the biker gang's evil spirit directly stuck out its long tongue and viciously "lu la lu la" the cream stained with apple jam on its head, laughing unscrupulously.

"Ah! The apple-flavored gasoline is so suitable, I am really a duck of Sai Gaoni!"

"Hi, yeah! I'll make you high!"

Seeing the arrogance of the guy who bumped into him, the cake "Xiao Yiren" was really furious, and the red jam on the entire surface of the cake became two brighter colors again.

Under the extreme anger, Cake Xiao Yiren even burst out his own potential, the originally dead spirituality jumped like boiling fat, and the originally underdeveloped consciousness instantly became complete.

The arm that was originally covered with cream suddenly turned into hard chocolate, reflecting a strange black light under the sunlight that just appeared in the sky.

The arms made of chocolate are protruding like blood vessels, stretching and expanding continuously. The arm of the cake "Xiao Yiren" holding the hood suddenly exerts force, and the thick arm is suddenly lifted by him, and then the cake "Xiao Yiren" is straight. Stretched out an index finger, and inserted it into the temple of the evil spirit of the speeding party

"Eat shit, you!"

Although the finger is made of chocolate, it is extremely hard at this moment. Even the shell that can barely be broken by the bullet is directly pierced by the cake "Xiao Yiren". On the road.

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"You deserve it, you bloody bastard!!"

However, the wailing didn't last for too long, and the cake's pride didn't last either. Creatures like evil spirits couldn't be solved by simple physical attacks.

In the next moment, a feeling similar to the rebound of rubber was suddenly exerted on the finger of the cake "Xiao Yiren", which was twisting wildly in the temple of the evil spirit of the speeding party.A huge elastic force suddenly hit, and immediately flicked Xiao Yiren's fingers away.A smug smile suddenly appeared on the face of the speeding party evil spirit who pretended to be suffering.

"I'm lying to you, your attack is completely useless!!!"

In the next moment, there was a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the body of the Speeding Party Evil Spirit, which was rushing forward frantically, suddenly tilted, and a bad premonition flooded into the heart of the cake "Xiao Yiren".

Although the cake "Xiao Yiren" has just been born, he doesn't even quite understand what the thing that hit him is?However, the constant transformation deep in his body enriched his wisdom and strength, and the little spirituality that belonged to Xiao Yiren's true self was enriched with his intuition that even wild beasts could not match.

Therefore, almost without any thought, the cake "Xiao Yiren" slapped his hands on the hood in front of him in an instant, and the huge force acted as a lever along the front wheels, forcing the rear tires of the speeding party evil spirit to move It rose up, and at the same time the cake "Xiao Yiren" also took advantage of this force to suddenly rise into the air.

And the same premonition as the cake "Xiao Yiren", although affected by the strength of the cake "Xiao Yiren" during the period, the rear tires of the car controlled by the evil spirit of the speeding party suddenly flew up for a moment, but the next moment the car landed again, it was directly like a spinning top Like spinning up.

Look at that crazy posture. If the cake "Xiao Yiren" was still on it just now, then I am afraid that it will be thrown out like a water stain on the barrel of a gun. It will not matter whether it flies out of the viaduct or falls on the road. It's really hard to say...

However, the rising speed of the cake "Xiao Yiren" was completely neutralized by the acceleration of gravity. After his body reached the highest point, he suddenly realized a problem - he is not the real body, he doesn't seem to be able to fly.

Touching his chin, um, it should be where the chin is, the cake face of the cake "Xiao Yiren" is blank, so what should I do next?
……

At this moment, Xiao Yiren, who was looking at the history that had happened, suddenly covered his face...

Xiao Yiren: "Please, you look like I'm dumb."

Looking at the cake in the void of history that didn't have any appearance that human beings should have, only a little imitation of his "creator" in shape, Xiao Yiren could only pat his chest to reassure him that this thing had nothing to do with him, and then continued to read. Of course, by the way, I took out a plate of peach cakes from the space, and ate them while watching...

"A little bit of my spirituality plus external stimulation? It's okay, it's reasonable, I understand how this thing was born..."

"So what's up with Stocking?"

With a peach cake stuffed in his mouth, Xiao Yiren glanced at Xiao Yiren, who was holding Stocking and playing with some cake and falling in love with angels a hundred miles away.

"Shouldn't the funny people never let me down?"

……

The field of vision once again came to the hole of history.

Cake "Xiao Yiren" now has a good news and a news.

The bad news is that he didn't solve his own landing problem. The good news is that someone helped him solve this problem.

Covering his eyes with his hands, he wanted to wait quietly for himself to fall to the ground with a slap, and then the cake "Xiao Yiren" who was crushed into cream tire marks by the police car without any place did not feel the brokenness and Feeling crushed, he immediately moved his arms carefully, and a pair of big blingbling eyes carefully scanned the surroundings.

Looking at the rapidly receding scenery around him and the howling wind on the surface, Cake "Xiao Yiren" finally confirmed the safety of his life, and involuntarily patted what he thought was his chest to show relaxation, although he himself I don't even understand the meaning of this action.

But after settling down, the cake "Xiao Yiren" looked at the driver's seat beside him, and then saw a purple-haired gothic girl with loving eyes staring at him like an idiot.

Cake "Xiao Yiren": "..."

"Why do you feel like you just stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den?"

Immediately following the instinct in spirituality, the cake "Xiao Yiren" directly raised his arms in front of him, like a little girl who has encountered a pervert.

"Don't come here, or I will call..."

Hearing the statement that the cake "Xiao Yiren" could no longer be marked, Stocking almost subconsciously made his own response.

"You yell, even if you yell and break your throat, no one will take care of you."

But in the next moment, she realized that her speech seemed to be inappropriate, so she threw the steering wheel to the green zombie dog beside her, and then leaned her figure towards the cake "Xiao Yiren" , looking at the vigilant look of the cake "Xiao Yiren", cleared his throat in embarrassment, and then said:

"Ahem~, don't worry, I'm not a good person..."

"Well, I see..."

Stocking: "..."

It seemed that he also found something wrong with his words, and Stocking quickly covered his mouth and changed the topic. Of course, the red hearts in his eyes did not decrease at all, and there was even a tendency to increase...

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now, I'm an angel, I'm a good person, we have the same enemies, you can trust me."

"You don't want us to have a conflict, and then let that nasty guy run away..."

Speaking of Stocking, he pointed to the biker ghost who was spinning wildly and howling in front of him, the meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this situation, the mood of cake "Xiao Yiren" also gradually stabilized.

Although the cake "Xiao Yiren" didn't understand it himself, at the same time, he also felt that the words of the purple-haired girl in front of him were strange, as if there was a strong smell of nuclear waste water.

However, the instincts derived from "the enemy of an enemy is a friend" and "cuteness is justice" in spirituality made him believe Stocking's words for the time being.

The only problem was that he found that the words spoken by the purple-haired girl in front of him seemed to be very similar to the language he had just learned from spirituality, but it was a bit different. It seemed to be a bit of a dialect. How should I put it...

Slightly frowning his non-existent eyebrows, the cake "Xiao Yiren" opened his mouth slightly, and then his spiritual stimulation allowed him to learn the skills of using this dialect, and said with some stumbles:

"You, hello, I, I believe you..."

Since he was born not long ago and has just learned to speak, the cake "Xiao Yiren" has a strong milky taste that completely matches his appearance. After a few sentences, he just closed his mouth and stopped talking.

However, the cake "Xiao Yiren" felt boring, but the slut opposite didn't feel that way.

The moment she heard the cake "Xiao Yiren" speak, Stocking felt a cupid's arrow shot into her heart. Almost instantly, this angel with a rough life style started to beat faster, and her fair cheeks were visible to the naked eye The speed instantly turned red.

Then in the next moment a dense whole emerges from Stocking's hair, forming a heart shape in mid-air.

"Ahhhhh - I can't help it."

In the next instant, Stocking threw himself directly in front of the cake "Xiao Yiren", and thumped on the car.

And suddenly being knocked down by someone, feeling the heavy breathing constantly slapping on his face, and the slime constantly bullying on his chest, the cake "Xiao Yiren" had a dazed look on his face .

"What about the teammate you promised? The enemy of the enemy you promised is your friend? Did you agree that you are a good person? Why are you attacking me directly when the enemy is still in front of you?"

Of course, although the cake "Xiao Yiren" is ignorant, his actions depend on his spiritual intuition. Good thing" instruction, he can only lie obediently in the spacious car, let Stocking's heavy breathing pat the cream on his face, motionless, like a large doll...

Undoubtedly, the appearance of the cake "Xiao Yiren" who is allowed to pick up shoes also aroused Stocking's inner desire, as can be seen from her intensified breathing and the pink love in her eyes that almost filled the entire white of her eyes. Clue.

……

Looking at the situation in the historical hole, Xiao Yiren from the outside world was really dumbfounded.

Nima, this is a bit outrageous, there are actually people in this world who can be in love with desserts.

Emmm...

Of course, the ones made by those teachers who specialize in dessert shape design are not counted...

Different from those dessert models that are just as beautiful as hand-made, the cake of "Xiao Yiren" is not a simple prefix, this product is really real, it is in the shape of a birthday cake.

The prototype is completely a cylindrical cake. Even if it is spiritually infected, the whole cake still looks like a pillar, with a chocolate tricorne hat, a sugar-coated monocle, and chocolate five limbs.

It's really hard to imagine someone being in love with something like this...

People can't, at least shouldn't...

"But Stocking seems to be an angel rather than a human..."

"That's alright..."

Silently waving his hand, he miraculously wiped away all the Coke he had sprayed all over the floor, and then Xiao Yiren picked up the popcorn in front of him and continued to look at it.

"Well, it turned out to be posted on the spot, which I really didn't expect."

Understood, after the cake "Xiao Yiren" and Stocking's general "love, hatred and hatred", Xiao Yiren couldn't help but glance at the cake that is now hundreds of meters away and has a high-speed rail ghost hanging on his body.

Looking at the thing that looks like a King Kong, and then looking at the historical hole, this small cake that is at most 1.7 meters, Xiao Yiren sat down patiently and continued to look at it.

"Then what made him grow into what he is now?"

……

The field of vision returns to the hole of history again...

Although the current atmosphere between Stocking and the cake "Xiao Yiren" is very good, with Stocking's character and the simple folk customs of Falling Sky City, it seems that it is not strange for one person and one cake to make some cakes in public
But don't forget that the two are still fighting, and this fast and furious battlefield is obviously not for the two to make out.

I don't know if it was an accident, or even the evil spirits of the Speeding Party couldn't bear the sour smell of love between a person and a cake. A violent jolt directly interrupted the strange atmosphere between the two, and Stocking's head directly slammed It hit the car door on the left side, and the spontaneous girl was hit with stars in her eyes, she almost lost her footing and was thrown out of the car.

Seeing this situation, the cake "Xiao Yiren" also took advantage of this opportunity and quickly sat up from the car seat, inexplicably relieved, and at the same time, the sense of regret in his spirituality also slightly infected his mood, and he was inexplicably unhappy. He began to search for factors around him that affected his performance.

Immediately, his eyes locked on the speeding gangster in front of him who stopped spinning like a big spinning top.

Almost instantly, the spirituality in the cake "Xiao Yiren" spoke.

"Use Italian guns, fuck the son of a bitch!"

Almost instantly, the shape of the cake "Xiao Yiren" changed drastically. The legs made of chocolate instantly twisted into a spherical shape, the chocolate triangular hat on the top of the head opened the hole, and the whole body of the cake stood up straight, a huge The muzzle pointed directly at the evil spirit of the Speeding Party in front of him.

"Grandma, how dare you spoil my good deeds! Eat my Armstrong Spiral Jet Armstrong Cannon!!!"