When Liang Bing came to the room next door, she found that Ying Zheng was actually watching the video tape without doing anything. His expression made Liang Bing feel a little familiar for a moment.
Liang Bing, who casually closed the door, walked to Ying Zheng who was leaning against the bedside, tilted his head and thought for a while before he realized what he had just gotten familiar with.
Ying Zheng's attitude at this time is similar to that when she usually reads some so-called "novels", and even has similarities with Kaisha.
But is that possible? There is still a difference between God and King.
"You still watch such a love drama that is almost brainless?" Liang Bing leaned against the head of the bed as he was like Ying Zheng, and even straightened his legs in a naughty way, as if he wanted to compete with Ying Zheng.
It's just like a short time, of course, the more purpose may be to attract Ying Zheng's attention.
"It's boring, don't you often watch those jokes that are not funny at all." Ying Zheng's eyes moved along Liang Bing's straight legs to her chest, and then moved to the one with purity and charm.
on pretty face.
"So, we are born with a pair." Liang Bing's eyebrows jumped, and her cunning expression destroyed the purity on her face.
"You are wrong about this." Ying Zheng said.
"I was wrong? Where was the mistake?" Liang Bing asked.
"I can't belong to anyone." Ying Zheng said.
"But anyone can belong, right?" Liang Bing said in the tone of Ying Zheng, but as soon as she finished speaking, she laughed, laughing with colorful smiles, surging waves, and the white and crazy touch on her chest
It trembled, as if it had become the most dangerous black hole in the universe, enough to attract anyone's attention.
After a long time.
"What TV series did you see this? I found that you are getting more and more interesting." Liang Bing covered her trembling chest, leaned against Ying Zheng's shoulder, and said panting.
"Then what TV series are you watching now?" Ying Zheng reached out and picked up Liang Bing's jaw and looked straight into the devil's eyes.
"Now? I'm watching a TV series about vixen." Liang Bing let Ying Zheng pick his jaw and said charmingly.
"Vox spirit?"
"Yes, the story about a nine-tailed fox." Liang Bing said as he slowly got his head down, put Ying Zheng's fingers that were holding him in his jaw and put them in his mouth. His soft and naughty tongue was beating, teasing and seducing her.
The goal.
"Are you a nine-tailed fox? I have raised a few." Ying Zheng said.
"Then you don't care about raising another one, right?" Liang Bing turned over and jumped, turning the two parallel straight lines into two overlapping straight lines.
"My home is very big. Not to mention raising another one, it is more than enough to raise another group." Ying Zheng said, his palm stretching to Liang Bing's waist.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Liang Bing grabbed Ying Zheng's palm and hid it into the heart-shaped opening in his chest. At the beginning, the temptation of the angel and the demon was truly presented to Ying.
The square inch of the palm of the political hand.
"The sound insulation effect of your hotel is not very good." Next door, Angel Yan, who took a simple shower, sat on the windowsill wearing shorts and T-shirt. His delicate ears moved slightly, and he had already absorbed the movements next door.
"I think it's pretty good, but when this hotel was built, it was prepared for people, not for God, and it was not considered that this situation would occur today." Du Qiangwei, who was lying on the bed side, said.
“What’s going on today?”
"A god who likes to listen to the corner of the wall appears." Du Qiangwei, who was rarely relaxed, smiled.
"I am not a god, I am just an angel." Angel Yan smiled faintly, but there was no hint of embarrassment.
"As an angel, in our understanding, it is God." Du Qiangwei said.
"God also needs to have a life. You have too complicated imagination of God. You must know that God has a long life. If he does not have enough love for life, then wouldn't this long life be too boring?
Human beings cherish life because their lives are short, and God will cherish life because of their long life." Angel Yan said.
"This is the first time I heard of it. I thought you didn't care about time at all? After all, you have too much time." Du Qiangwei said with surprise in her expression.
“We have a lot of time, but time and life are not the same concept.”
"I seem to be going to get to know you again." Du Qiangwei said.
"What you want to re-recognize is not us, but yourself." Angel Yan stretched and said.
"Myself?" Du Qiangwei said in surprise.
"You are also a god to some extent now."
"Is God? I'm not yet, maybe never." Du Qiangwei said sadly.
God’s thinking is different from human thinking. Du Qiangwei is still very clear about this. Although she envies God’s power, she may not necessarily want to become God.
"Do you know the one next door?" Angel Yan said hesitantly, but still asked his own question.
"Are you talking about Liang Bing or Ying Zheng?" Du Qiangwei asked.
"Liang Bing has many secrets, I don't want to know yet."
"That's Ying Zheng." Du Qiangwei said, with a look of thought in her expression.
"Why, don't even your people understand your own people?" Angel Yan said unexpectedly.
"There are too many people." Du Qiangwei said, "You said you were here to find him?"
"Yes, the things left by Queen Kesha are likely to be on him, and those things are crucial to the angel civilization and must not fall on outsiders."
"Who is the outsider you are talking about?"
"Demons, Taotie, Lieyang, and even you earthlings." Angel Yan said bluntly.
"If this is the case, things may be a little troublesome, and I don't know him either." Du Qiangwei said.
"I thought I had enough mastered his information before, but when I was really in contact, I realized that it was just my self-righteous understanding." Du Qiangwei said.
"It's really troublesome. Take your time. I can't guarantee anything else. At least I can guarantee that those enemies cannot achieve their goals." Angel Yan pondered.
"That's not something I can think about." Du Qiangwei said, her eyes slightly closing, as if she was already feeling sleepy.
"Oh, listen, what does the sound next door mean now?" Angel Yan suddenly smiled wickedly.
"What did you say?" Du Qiangwei said blankly. Compared to an angel like Angel Yan, who has a long life of seven thousand years, Du Qiangwei is still young and cute.
"Her voice was excited and depressed. What was excited was her mood. The depression was because of her body and this position should be......" Angel Yan said as he put his palms together.
Du Qiangwei understood instantly, her face turned red, and then she turned over and ignored the female hooligan.