Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

People who didn't know thought she was practicing some secret advanced soul hunting technique. Where could you see that she was trying to write?

"The writing posture is wrong."

A long legged oba stepped in, and his military dress for the banquet had been replaced by white soft silk pajamas. The pajamas were very close and smooth, which showed his tall and mighty but not rough figure incisively and vividly.

"Can you do it without handwriting?"

Hua Canling raised his head and said with tears wet.

"No, get up, sit on the chair and write." his highness did not compromise at all, and his tone was very cold.

"Who invented writing with a pen? How could such a brain cripple happen? When you use a wristwatch, you can input while talking, and even connect brain waves to form words on the satellite network. Why is there such a way of writing? I have never used a pen to write. My dear husband, husband, your highness, the great patron saint, please forgive me Shall I this time? "

Hua Canling threw the pen, got up, rushed to Xingyu's feet and hugged his calf. He was both coquettish and begging for mercy.

The little mouth of red Dudu's charming and gorgeous is as sweet as honey. One title after another is greasy. It doesn't pay for its life. I hear that the ice cool face of Xingyu's high mountains is drawn one by one. The golden eyes look down and stick to his wife like a little milk dog. Their hearts are so soft that they collapse and paste extremely.

He should have been so tired of him. He would spoil her in the sky.

The next second, he pulled up the flower remnant spirit.

Hua Canling was secretly pleased. Sure enough, it was still useful to sell cute and act like a spoiled child.

The little face smiled stealthily and cheaply.

But the next second, she was asked by Lingli to sit down on the chair. The pen and paper she threw away fell gently on the table in front of her. At the same time, a man's cold voice said, "write."

"Ah!" Hua Canling's cheap smile froze in amazement and howled bitterly. If the previous life had not known that the coquettish and cold man in front of her loved her so much that she didn't even want her life, he would have fought with him forever because he now forced her to write with a pen and had no room to turn the world.

Xingyu quietly brought his lovely wife with such a smart expression into his eyes. He was very happy. He was not shaken by her angry little woman's expression at all. He stuffed the pen into her hand and said coldly: "finish writing early and rest early."

The tone is indisputable, completely not confused by beauty.

"I can't write, I really can't write!" Hua Canling put down his pen and raised his hands as a surrender. His eyes were watery and greedy. He was very pitiful and flattering: "honey, I know I'm wrong. I'll never act alone against the strange spirit in the future. I must inform my dear to save me at the first time! Let me go this time!"

As soon as the voice fell, Hua Canling's own body trembled for several times: Hey, mom, is this sweet and sweet voice really from her mouth? Vomit ~ vomit ~ let her vomit first~~

This is the most terrible torture for a person who takes up a pen and cuts left and right on the paper as if he were holding a sword. He has been dancing for a long time and has not been able to write the inspection of a review, but has wasted paper.