He is a girl of words

Chapter 124 8. Pasta of Love and Newsletter
An hour later, Baimu chose to leave first.

"Meng, just send it here, and I will send you women's clothing tomorrow."

"Farewell!" Bai Xiaomeng clasped his fists in both hands, closed the door without turning his head, leaving behind Bai Mu who squinted and smiled outside.

Staring at the tightly closed iron door, she sighed after a while: This child actually has something hidden in his heart, since it doesn't matter if he doesn't say it, it's better not to disturb him.

Mother Bai touched the small bag she was carrying, found a photo of Bai Xiaomeng's exquisite western dress, and walked downstairs to the room with a smile.

Gumei Apartment, the second floor!
In the room, Bai Xiaomeng sat at the head of the bed and took out the game console, played the exciting "Monster Hunt", and relaxed himself no matter what.

There is an old saying that goes well: games are a man's romance, no matter what, romance is indispensable.

Originated from Bai Xiaomeng A Zhai Quotations.

His mobile phone ran out of battery just after using it, and now he doesn't want to do anything for a while, so he just connects to the game console and plays games first.

Looking at the picture of the fierce battle on the screen, his thoughts have drifted to nowhere. Apart from being able to feel what his fingers are pressing, there is always an afterglow of the picture in front of his eyes.

The short life in another world changed Bai Xiaomeng's mentality more or less, even in the end he never thought that he would have such a powerful ability to accomplish that kind of thing.

The Song of Death and the Song of Rebirth.

These two sets of weird lyrics inexplicably surfaced in my brain at that time, as if they were my natural memories.

As long as Bai Xiaomeng had a thought in his mind, he would sing it out on his own.

But when Bai Xiaomeng found himself back into a male body, he couldn't recall those lyrics no matter what.

What the hell is going on with this body?

Bai Xiaomeng was even more unpredictable. He originally thought that he had used the Speech Spirit for a while, and felt that he was more or less aware of its abilities.

but……

In the end, I realized that I was sitting in a well and watching the sky, not only destroying the world, but even resurrecting people is easy.

But what price did I pay for doing these things myself?

People will think about a lot of things when they are free, and Bai Xiaomeng is no exception.He felt that he could accomplish such a thing, even if the price was that he could only use it once or let himself die.

But things are not that simple.

Based on the inexplicable feeling of my body: as long as I am willing, it is estimated that I can destroy the original world a few times and then resurrect it a few times, and it does not seem to have a great impact on me.

This kind of thinking is too anti-human, don't think about it, don't think about it.

What if it's an illusion again, for example, I can open up the world at will and kill the world...

He wiped a sweat stain from his forehead, to free himself from the horrible fantasy in his mind.

I tapped the interface with my finger, only to find that the time on the game console was almost eleven o'clock. To be honest, I didn't seem to have had lunch yet. Thinking of this, hunger came from my stomach.

Bai Xiaomeng's body is not afraid of hunger, and as time goes by, he sometimes forgets that he still has to eat. Sure enough, the difference between the two bodies cannot be changed in a short time.

For example, due to the height difference, he has been looking up at people for more than ten days, and Bai Xiaomeng, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, also subconsciously looks up at things.

Standing up slowly, Bai Xiaomeng planned to have a cup of delicious and comforting cup noodles for himself, but found a wok covered with a lid in the kitchen.

Is it left by the mother?Bai Xiaomeng thought subconsciously, no wonder the smell in the room always smelled a little bit, and he thought it was an illusion.Bai Xiaomeng opened the lid, and inside was a piece of cold noodles.

It is estimated that Bai Mu had already prepared a pasta breakfast for him, but because the conversation was too long, she forgot it in the end.By the way, his mother hasn't eaten yet, Bai Xiaomeng is keenly aware that the bowls and chopsticks have not been touched, and the noodles inside are for two.

Feeling a little touched, Bai Xiaomeng sighed, as expected, my mother is still my mother, no matter how unscrupulous she is, she will take care of herself.

Bai Xiaomeng warmed up the pasta, poured it into a large plate, and brought the warm pasta to the small table in the room.

"Then, I start."

Put your hands together and pick up the chopsticks.

"I take back my foreword. It's really unserious! Why am I moved because she made me breakfast? Don't I have a deep memory of the experience in the early years?"

Bai Xiaomeng scratched his head in distress and went back to the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw a small piece of paper hidden next to the stove, with beautiful handwriting written on it.

Xiaomeng, I'm very sorry, I added too much salt!
Feelings, you know that what you cook is dark food, so you choose to forget it, hey!Not only was there too much, Bai Xiaomeng could feel the smell of smoke between life and death after one bite.

He flipped through the seasonings. Although he doesn't cook very often, he occasionally cooks a few side dishes.Sure enough, according to the original impression, a small half of it was missing.

Fortunately, Bai Xiaomeng's sense of smell is still very sensitive, and he felt that the taste of this pasta was a bit off, so he just ate a little bit, otherwise he estimated that he would become the first person to be salted to death because of this bowl of pasta.

And it has to be described as: the first Yanling boy who destroyed another world and returned to this world but was salted to death by his mother's dark cooking... boy.

Helpless, I boiled a pot of hot water and poured it on top of the pasta.

But pasta is mostly sweet, so what do you think about adding salt? Could it be that innate warriors can't tell the difference between salt and sugar?
In the end, what looked like a beautiful pasta turned into a mess.

Bai Xiaomeng suppressed his killing intent and ate all the noodles, thinking while eating him: It would be great if Hoshino Chizuru was here, facing the blood girl with perfect cooking ability, he trembled and said that he could still have a meal.

I'm full... Forget it, I finally finished my love of salty pasta, Bai Xiaomeng turned on his phone, and sure enough there were quite a few messages in his communication software.

For example, Mr. Kanda asked himself if the situation was better.There were also a few students in the class who asked curiously.

And most of them are friends on the Internet asking for strategies and flying information.

It's too miserable, please take care of me, a poor time traveler.

Bai Xiaomeng flipped the phone in distress, replying messages one by one, and suddenly, he found that a person named "Qiushan Nana" had left a bunch of messages for him.

"Baijiu mulberry, Baijiu mulberry, please guide."

"Don't lie, it's been so many days, and the game hasn't been finished yet."

"Wow, you're not cold, are you?"

"farewell."

"It won't be really cold, Baijiu-sang, don't let anything happen!"

"Baijiu-sang has been missing for three days, please reply to poor me when Baijiu-sang sees it."

"Sign in on the fourth day."

……

"Sign in on the fifth day."

Feelings, you use me as a sign-in building!
Please pay attention to your morals, you unreliable netizen!
Xiaomeng threw his phone on the bed, and it showed that the last message was sent two hours ago, which was the fifth day of check-in.

Akiyama Nana's original ID is the dark sword master, that is, Akiyama Ayaka.This screen name is actually a pertinent current screen name she gave herself at the end of her second awakening.

In fact, he was still a senior middle school student, but he didn't dare to admit that he was a second year student at the beginning, pretending to be a senior middle school student.

But to be honest, since he promised her to give her the game strategy that day, but in the end he disappeared for four days because of the sudden time travel, and he has not replied. I am really sorry for him.

Bai Xiaomeng sighed and typed a reply on the software.

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　Thanks to the rudder master "I don't know the amount" for rewarding 10000 coins, thanking me for the tax evasion of women's clothing for rewarding 100 coins, thanking Mr. Xiaoxianggua for rewarding 500 coins, and thanking Yanwen (this Yanwen can't type) for rewarding 100 books Coin, thank you for your support, save -1
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