What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

The two new rare props make He Ru songs faintly smell the **oss, who will collect the murderer and use the archiver's upgrade assistant to upgrade his last archive point.

He also has the last chance to archive, which can be archived anywhere, anytime. The only drawback is that the reading time is longer.

He Rue sang a little thought. He wants to learn 300 songs today and find a chance to sing the young people who are planning for the ice plan. According to the soft statement, after he sang a few words, it actually has an effect. It is. If he sings three times for each experiment, it should improve the survival rate of the test body.

After thinking about what to do three times in the ice plan, He Ruge bought a fruit candy and planned to feed the little monster.

You can't stop the tiger's footsteps because of physical fear.

Although the monster is so big, it can be said to be a "big monster", but his temper is like a child. Why is it that he has always called him a little monster, no matter how big the monster is, how is it in the heart of the song? To the fresh and refined little broken children.

He pushed open the 104 door and saw the little monster lying on the beggar. The new quilt that was just sent yesterday was almost impossible to hold the little monster. The whip-like tiger tail must be attached to the butt, so that it does not exceed the scope of the quilt.

The silver-white worm wing hangs on the ground. When the little monster sees the song, the worm wing unconsciously shakes slightly, and the amplitude of the wing tip vibrates like the happiness of the apex.

He Rue took a few steps to help the wall. Under the watchful eyes of the bronze bell, he tried to maintain the calmness of the surface and sat down half a meter away from the little monster. He Ruge never felt that his sitting position was so correct, his back was straight, his shoulders were desperately trying to force, and the collarbone was stretched out.

"We don't seem to have introduced each other. My name is He Ruge. What is your name?" He Ruge asked, since the little white tiger is called to blame, then the little monster must have a name.

It is okay in his heart to call the little monster a "little monster". When chatting, a "small monster" blurted out, it is not very embarrassing. After all, the "little monster" is not such a nice name as a little cute, always feels a little disrespectful and disrespectful.

No one wants to be called a "monster" by others.

The little monster's head is pressed against two sharp claws, and the blue dragonfly lifts up and looks at the song. This angle appears to be flawless in the fierceness. He was silent for a while and said with uncertainty: "I don't seem to have a name."

no name?

How can there be no name? Is it forgotten what you are calling? But the little monster is not brainwashed, and should not forget his name.

"Is this kind of thing important?" The young voice of the voice change period is low and hoarse.

"Of course it's very important. If you say so, if you don't know my name, how do you get in the crowd, let me go back and find you?" He Ruge did not explain the more profound meaning, he just gave the name the most Simple use: "If you can't find me, just call my name. If I hear it, I will definitely respond to you. Is it important that you say the name is important?"

The little monster thoughtfully sighed, "Then give me one."

"what?"

In the gaze of He Rue, the little monster said seriously: "Since the name is very important, then come and give me a good one."

"I don't have this right. The name is very important. I am not your parent, nor your teacher. How can you name it?"

The little monster replied: "But I have no parents, not even a teacher."

"That's my own, my name is my own." He Ruge does not want to name the little monster, he always thinks that the name is a significant thing, it seems to give a new life, but also can not afford The responsibility of shirking.

The little monster shook his head and whispered: "But I will do all the important things. I am stupid, and the name I came up with is definitely not good."

Then a big white tiger looks like a cub in the corner.

"Everyone will do something wrong, there is nothing in life. It doesn't matter if you do something wrong, you can change it if you know it. It doesn't matter if the name is not good, we can change a new name." He Rue songs softly follow the path .

However, the little monster is completely incapable of speaking, and is willing to be a foolish model. The bad character can't be corrected overnight. After listening to the long story of He Ruge, the little monster said stubbornly: "You take it for me."

He Ruge: "..."

I really want to pick up the ears of this little broken child.

He Ruo Ge had to take a step back. "If it is not so good, I will give you a nickname."

The little monster licked his head in some confusion. "What is a nickname?"

"The unofficial name given to a child, the close person can call the other person's nickname, and when you grow up, you will take a big name yourself, okay?"

The little monster frowned and retorted: "But I am not a child."

He Ruge: "..."

Baby, do you think you are mature now?

The little monster stared at his big claws and fell into meditation. For a long while, he compromised: "Well, what is my nickname?"

noob? Big white? Dog eggs? Fat tiger?

No, these seem too uncomfortable. In fact, He Rue thinks that "small bad", "fierce" and "bite" are quite suitable for small monsters, but the nickname still takes a good meaning, it is called "淼淼".

It sounds like awkward, this little name has more water, which can bring down the temper of the little monster.

"How are you?"

The little monster screamed and asked what it meant.

"The three water characters make up a skeleton. You stick out your claws. Can I write in your palm?" He Ruo, who originally wanted to explain the meaning, saw the fluffy big claws and instantly saw the "claw". Give yourself a wave of tiger welfare.

The sharp claws are indented, and the little monsters are handing their big claws to He Ruge. The strong and strong front paws are bigger than the two hands.

From this point of view, the claws are like the snow-capped mountains. The lines from the front to the arms are like the rolling hills of the mountains. The snow-white thick fur is smooth and slick, and at first glance it is the dense hair that the sturdy body is not.

The feel is definitely very good and slippery...

He Ruo's hands turned the claws of the little monster over, letting the pink meat pad face up, and the powdered meat pad bigger than his palm was exposed to his eyes. Why did the hand of the song claws tremble slightly, he twitched. Poke the small monster's q-bomb thick meat pad, and look up in the psychological shadow to observe the reaction of the little monster.

The little monster looked at He Ruge with a blank expression. "Write it, I don't itch."

When the fingertips fell on the meat pad and the first stroke was written, the little monster suddenly sighed, and the long tiger had to tremble. The sudden movement allowed He Ruge to retract his hand in a reflexive manner and watch the little monster with fear. For fear that the little monster will bite him.

After seeing the reaction of the fear of the song, the little monster closed his mouth in a sullen mood. After a moment of silence, he said with a sigh of relief: "I don't itch, I... won't bite you."

He Rumei, who promised the little monster, breathed a sigh of relief and his expression was awkward. In fact, he also felt that his reaction was awkward and hurtful. The little monster would give him his meat pad, which is equivalent to the hedgehog. Hide it and leave the remaining softness to the people in front of you.

He will definitely hurt the heart of the little monster.

He Ruge felt very sorry when he thought of this possibility. He quietly glanced at the low-pitched monster and decided to make up for his mistake.

"Hey." He Ruge screamed a small monster's nickname, and under the gaze of the little monster, he came to the pink meat pad for a "kissing ceremony."

The thumb is covered on the meat pad, and the pale pink lips are kissed on the finger. However, from the perspective of the little monster, it seems like the song is warm and soft in his palm.

Maybe this kiss is too soft, it is lighter than a feather, more soft than a gust of wind, and his meat pad is too rough, can not feel the gentleness, have not waited for the little monster to have a good feeling The person in front of me raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"淼淼~" with a call of laughter.

The little monster stared at him like a song, and the tiger ear shook with two ears.

He seems... some understand the meaning of the name. There is a name that belongs to you, and the name that can be called by such a gentleman is really a very, very good thing.

If time can be fixed at this moment, then there will be no more monsters in the world, only you.

After He Rue song saw the appearance of the little monster rejoicing, he let go of his heart and wrote the word "淼" on the meat pad.

"Oh, I hope you can be gentle and watery." He Ruge explained.

The little monster stared at the palm of his hand, and there seemed to be a tingling tingling in his palm. He shook his ears and said to him: "I am only gentle to you, okay?"

Gentle big cat?

He Ru song laughed and said: "Okay."

He seems to find a little fun to raise a little monster, a fierce and violent little monster, a small monster accustomed to tearing the body of the prey with a claw, only lowering his head to him, only to give him claws and belly, only to give him exclusive love, The summary is a word -

Cool.

Although I can only touch the claws now, I don’t even dare to touch them at will, but I’m still thinking that mystery is happy. He restrained his claws and restrained the little monster: "I will sing a song."

The little monster erected his ears and expressed his expectations.

You can test the golden finger on the little monster, plus why the song really wants to sing to the obedient little monster.

So what songs do you want to sing?

Looking at the eyes of the little monsters like the blue sky, He Ruom suddenly remembered the night when he went to see the stars with the little white tiger and the little rabbit. The evening starry sky was like a jewel box knocked over the black velvet, and the stars were beautiful.

"A flash of sparkling crystals, all the stars are small stars, hanging in the sky to brighten, like thousands of small eyes."

The little monster quietly squats on the bed and listens to the people who sing in front of him. He keeps watching the eyes of He Ruge, who seem to be shining, and the starry sky seems to have emerged in his mind.

"The sun slowly sinks to the west, the crows go home to a group, the stars are staring at the small eyes, and the flashing lights are shining to the dawn."

Everyone has become a star, whether it is gold, bunny, crow, or the experimental body behind the crow, they fly to the starry sky, no longer have to endure the troubles of the world.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……"

All the pain is falling asleep, this is the peace and comfort that the little monster has never felt. The blue dragonfly slowly closes, and he falls asleep quietly.

The author has something to say: There is a relationship in the commentary area that describes the little monster and the little white tiger. It also has the same meaning as the author wants to express:

I have always felt that the relationship between the little monster and the little white tiger may be similar to depression?

I remember reading a self-reported cartoon of a depressed person before, so I said -

There is a dark monster that has been pestering me. I followed me when I was walking. I stood behind my back when I was eating. I lay in bed and opened my eyes. It was still watching me.

I hate it, I want to kill it - when I took a shower, I tried to push it into the bathtub, but I didn't stick to the end; when I was standing on the high floor, I wanted to push it down, but the building was too high. I don't dare; when I have a knife in my hand, I think maybe I can stab it like this -

It just looked at me like this. The wound is very painful.

It is still watching me.

Finally I dropped my knife, hugged it and cried.

I forgive it. By graffiti notes 2k novel reading network