Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The frog lady jumped out of the void again, ber, ber, ber, and stuck to the bottle like a circle of plastic advertising stickers.

The words appeared in the air again.

"Sasa, Sasa!"

"Try this bottle of mineral water!"

"Did you taste a flavor that your mother would change?"

Mori Tsukisa: ...

To be honest, she felt that if Eriri became a god, she would probably be like this...

"What do you want to say?" Mori Yuesha wondered, "Your presence will make my "profiler" unusable. If you have anything to say, say it quickly."

The card curled up a corner of itself shyly and scratched its belly.

"I just came to..."

"?"

"Come…"

Mori Yuesha narrowed her eyes: "Come...?"

After holding it in for a long time, he finally wrote a line of words.

"Come and bask in the sun!"

There's no sunlight where you live, right?

The card spun on one foot and jumped off the bottle and landed on the asphalt ground, pointing at the sun in the sky.

"Look! The great sun! The warm sun!"

"It's so warm on my body!"

"What a hot young girl!"

"Do you feel a burning sense of guilt from the sun?"

pat.

Mori Yuesha unilaterally cut the energy chain with an expressionless face.

Neuropathy.

…………

……

"Is she mentally ill?!"

The frustrated Black Mist roared!

"I've already apologized!!"

Oushite felt that neither of them should say anything to each other.

"It seems that you two are really similar in some ways..." the goddess sighed.

“Hey, is that so?” Black Mist, who was still angry a second ago, immediately changed his expression after hearing this. All the complaints in his heart turned into excitement and happiness: “Well, it’s not that similar…”

"Just a little bit, just a little bit."

The black mist squeezed out two lines with almost imperceptible gaps.

Oshit: ...

Ilúvatar: ...

The two goddesses looked at each other.

Or, let the mother and daughter play by themselves?

Chapter94 Husband's Choice 1

呲——

Running water gushed out of the curved faucet.

The man was holding a cigarette that was about to burn to the end, and his hair was neither long nor short like weeds. In the mirror, he was wearing wall-gray pajamas and had a dull look in his eyes.

"Trouble is coming." He put out the cigarette and the sparks went out in the white porcelain sink.

Wash your face, shave, dip your fingers in water, and comb your hair a few times like a comb - a man's dressing is complete.

It was past noon and the lights were still off in the living room. The dark green curtains were rustled open, but not much light could come in from outside the glass.

"It's almost infested with worms." He muttered, lowered his head, and lit another cigarette.

On the coffee table were matches, an ashtray, a metal knife stained with butter, half a cake, and a few candles. The cotton slippers dragged their confused owner into the house.

The bedroom is quieter than the living room, perhaps because of psychological effects; a jar of pills printed in foreign languages ​​is placed at the bedside, in addition to this, there is also half a cup of water and a round eye drops box.

Half a glass of water?

The man stared at the bed.

It was towering under the quilt.

"Are you home?" Flicking the ash into the cup, the man sat on the edge of the bed, bent his fingers, and tapped the towering top as if knocking on the door.

A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Not here."

Wow.

Open it suddenly!

The same messy black hair, neat bangs as if blown by a powerful hair dryer for half an hour. The woman had no makeup on her face, so the bags under her eyes and wrinkles were clearly visible; some fine but shallow wrinkles appeared when she smiled, just like the quilt that the two of them used last night, once unfolded, the creases could not be erased.

The woman's teeth were very white. She smiled foolishly and lay down in her husband's arms. Her sleepy face rested on her knees. The man's blurry face could not be seen clearly through the white smoke.

"Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"I woke up from the shock." The woman blew the smoke. She talked about the dream she had just had, but didn't go into detail. She knew the man had had the same dream. This was the third time.

"This time it has something to do with us." Whether you are a disabled person with missing limbs, or a successful person with power - as long as you don't appear in the problem of the 'Wish Fulfillment Tree', voting is a very easy thing.

It's like walking down the street and kicking a stray cat away - but if you were told that the stray cat was actually the soul of your boss...

呲.

The woman threw the cigarette butt into the water cup and extinguished it. She rolled her eyes at her husband. "Go get a divorce."

The man was stunned and looked down at his wife. His expression was serious.

After being together for more than ten years, I felt a little uncomfortable when I suddenly heard the word "divorce".

“Do you want to go to this extent?”

Will the other half really die?

The wife buried her head in her husband's clothes and rubbed it. The faint smell of tobacco smelled nice.

She thought about it and replied sullenly, "You will die."

Snapped.

The cigarette is lit.

The long and thin grains were woven into a lingering winding thread. The husband, with his brows frowning habitually, seemed to be holding a stove in his mouth, with long smoke rising from the corners of his mouth.

"Divorce..." He chewed on the word carefully. Before this, he had never thought about divorcing his lover. They fell in love in college and got married after graduation. From being penniless, he has achieved some success now. As a husband, he dares to say that he has never let his wife down.

The same goes for her.

It’s really troublesome to get to this point, that mysterious and strange word.

The husband's bitter face made the woman laugh. She stretched out her long nails and scratched her husband's chin, and comforted him in a soft voice.

"It's fake, it's fake. Don't use that standard expression when you want a job on me." The woman tilted her head back and looked upside down at the clock face on the wall.

"It's just past noon now. If we go to line up, we have to hurry before six o'clock."

After several "problems", most people have a different understanding of time. At least, six hours can save lives.

"Hey."

The man sighed, looking at the woman's face on his lap, which was no longer young, and asked anxiously, "Will you get back together? After six o'clock, let's get married again."

"That depends on the sincerity of Mr. 'ex-husband'." The woman blinked. "What are you worried about? No one has ever pursued me."

She touched the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. In those places covered by clothes, more signs of age were clearly visible on her skin.

"I should be the one worried."

The husband laughed and blew out a puff of smoke from his head. "You are very attractive. I am old."

"Nonsense, we are obviously the same age."

When you care about something, you can't help but worry about gains and losses. In a relationship, one of the two people always cares more, and the same is true after marriage.

The wife had a good personality, she was smart and caring, and the man had no intention of letting her leave him.

"You are the only one who treats me like a treasure." With joy in her heart, the wife hugged the back of the man's hand and kissed him.

"It's settled then. I'll make lunch, and after we finish eating, we'll get a divorce."

She pushed aside the quilt and got out of bed, only to find the man still sitting there, puffing on a cigarette that had long since burned out. The woman puffed up her cheeks and patted his shoulder.

He said very seriously, "We will definitely make it this time. Didn't we miss the lottery the day before yesterday? Maybe this is where our luck will come in."

Can this thing be transferred? The husband smiled.

"I know, I know."

呲.

Pinch it out.

The couple walked out of the bedroom, one went to the kitchen and the other sat on the sofa. The news on TV was strange - after yesterday's wish was over, the man roughly guessed what happened. Unfortunately, ordinary people could not imagine how great the impact would be after those people died.

How big will it be?

On the TV screen, scantily clad artists are playing popular games with the host. Football game recordings, food shows, sports events, idol group performances - it seems...

After those people died, there was no impact?

No.

The most intuitive thing that can be discovered by men.

He stood up with his hands in his pockets, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the glass coffee table, knocked a few times, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it.

Snapped.

laugh.

Open the glass window and look down.

The most obvious thing was that there were more soldiers on the streets. He maliciously speculated about the scene of power change, and imagined a conspiracy drama with hundreds of episodes of intrigue and deception in his mind.

However, when it comes to wisdom and playing with people's hearts, we still have to import films from other countries - Japan is really clumsy in this regard, and their teachers are top masters.

Downstairs, on the street corner, on the roadside.

Rough military uniforms, heavy military boots, and weapons held high like a forest of swords.

"So cool." The man exhaled a handful of white mist and leaned on the window. In the middle of the building opposite, behind the open windows, there were also several families looking down curiously; the beautiful woman also looked like she had just woken up, with her long hair lazily spread out, and she would turn her head from time to time to chat with her lover.

A…

A bald man with brown skin.

It’s really strong.

Patting his twitching abdominal muscles, the man consciously looked away.