Chapter 157 Hello.
Shu Lan put down the flashlight, held up the incense and handed it to Shu Maomao's mouth. Shu Maomao blew on it, and the sparks on the incense lit up. She gave half of it to Anselin.
In the dim light, her eyes sparkled like stars, clearly showing her expectation.
Anselin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Do we have to be so dark and ugly to be sworn brothers?"
Shu Maomao let go, threw away the headlight used for yesterday's party, plugged in a mobile power supply, and the dark beach immediately became bright.
Anselin looked at Shu Maomao speechlessly: You are awesome.
Shu Maomao tapped the table with his chin: Bye.
An Selin took half of the incense from Shu Lan's hand and stood shoulder to shoulder with her in front of the Guan Gong statue: "What should we do next?"
Shu Lan said in a clear voice: "In the name of Heaven, and with the thick earth as my witness, tonight I, Qin Xiaoshuang—"
She tilted her head to look at Anselin, who twitched the corner of her mouth and continued with the next sentence.
"I'm Anselin."
Shu Lan turned back with satisfaction and continued her oath: "We are sisters of different surnames, sharing happiness and bearing our own hardships. We don't ask to be born on the same day, nor do we ask to die on the same day. Please be my witness, Guan Gong!"
Anselin was having a hard time holding back her laughter and coughed lightly.
After Shu Lan finished reciting the useless oath in a sonorous and powerful voice, she stepped forward, bent down, and inserted the incense into the burner. Anselin did the same.
"it's over?"
Shu Lan nodded obediently, lowered her head, curled her fingers, and said shyly, "Sister, I actually have another request..."
Anselin raised her lips and said, "It seems that you don't plan to let me go tonight. Come on, sister, we are all family, there is nothing we can't agree to."
"Maomao never beat you before, and he's been holding a grudge against me. How about you... have another sparring match?"
Anselin let out a long "Oh": "Aren't you afraid that he will get hurt in my hands now?"
Shu Lan said, "We're all family, so let's just say this. You two fight, and I'll find a safe place to hide."
Shu Maomao was about to shake out the moth when Anselin raised his hand and pointed in a direction: "Luxury sea view villa."
Shu Lan's eyes lit up: "Where? I want to go!"
It is right on the mountain, and I don’t know which wealthy man’s residence it was before the end of the world. It has a garden, a swimming pool, and a large balcony overlooking the coastline.
Shu Lan, an ordinary person, sat alone on the sofa with a flashlight, waiting obediently for the two masters with special powers to finish their work.
We need to clean up the dust, corpses, bloodstains, replace the moldy furniture, find emergency generators, and replenish energy.
The lights in the villa lit up one by one like magic, the flowing air carried away the dull and corrupted smell, the prompt sounds of home appliances turning on came from every corner, and the house seemed to wake up from a long sleep.
Shu Maomao appeared beside the sofa: "It's clean up there too. He said he'd wait for me outside. I'm going out, Mommy. Call me if you need anything. I can hear you."
Shu Lan grabbed him, pointed to her head, made an OK gesture, then stroked her neck with her palm horizontally and shook her head.
Read the memory, don't kill.
Shu Maomao responded with an OK gesture.
He floated out of the villa. Anselin was standing on the beach, and the waves were crashing against the shore, creating a tense atmosphere for the battle.
Without a single word, the two men exchanged glances and simultaneously unleashed their usual attack abilities.
petrochemical.
Flying sand.
Shu Maomao lowered his eyelashes, and his clone appeared, teleporting behind Anselin who was wrapped in yellow sand. His fist was wrapped in a layer of electric arc, and he smashed it hard into the back of Anselin's neck.
He is no longer the four-year-old child who only has space and earth-related abilities as means of attack.
He is six years old!
Inside the villa, Shu Lan walked around every room curiously. There was a piano in front of the window on the second floor, which looked very high-end.
She sat down on the chair. Although she had never learned to play the piano, no one said that she couldn't play the piano without learning it.
Press each key first, and after you are familiar with the scale, try to figure out a simple score and sing while playing.
"Mr. Wang has a piece of land, eh eh eh yo..."
Shu Maomao used the Void Transformation to pass through the ice cones falling from the sky. Suddenly, he heard a wrong note and lost his concentration. His shoulder turned solid and was hit by the ice cones.
The ice broke instantly, but it didn't hurt.
He also has ice element.
Shu Maomao raised his hand, and a huge water dragon fell from the sky, swallowing Anselin's figure and instantly freezing her inside.
Almost at the same time as he froze, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against air in another place, and a bunch of sharp cold weapons were thrown out and controlled to stab the target.
The weapon stopped halfway and turned to fly towards Shu Maomao. Shu Maomao frowned and turned the tip of the knife back again. A bunch of cold weapons swayed back and forth between the two metal-controlled psychics, not knowing which side to listen to.
Shu Maomao raised his right hand, the dice froze, and a thick and wet octopus tentacle flew over and wrapped around the red figure.
Anselin used the wind blade to cut the octopus's legs and chuckled: "You called for help, two against one, that's not fair."
Shu Maomao said indifferently, "My mom says that losers feel everything is unfair. Besides, I'm not two against one."
The dice continued to roll, and all six pets appeared at once.
Shu Maomao raised his chin, his delicate face showing a haughty expression and a determined attitude: "It's seven against one."
Shu Lan had just figured out the first sentence when a thunderous explosion outside frightened her so much that her body instantly jumped straight.
Wasn't it agreed that we'd just play around and the main task was to touch the little hands and steal the memories? How could we cause such a big commotion!
She ran to the balcony. There was no light or moonlight outside. She vaguely saw six huge black shadows moving quickly. The light from the second explosion illuminated the night. A large centipede was overturned by the explosion, crushing a row of trees.
Then there were all kinds of crackling flashes of electricity, as if they were going to beat the other party to death.
Shu Lan hesitated for a moment between calling a halt and not calling a halt, and finally decided to go back and continue playing the piano to cultivate her artistic spirit.
We are all family, so relax.
But she played the complete song "Mr. Wang Has a Piece of Land" by herself, while there was still crackling music outside.
Shu Lan touched her stomach and walked to the balcony, shouting, "I'm hungry!"
The two sharp ears stopped at the same time, with the same burning fighting spirit burning in their eyes.
Shu Maomao took the sprawled, wounded pet back to his hometown, his breathing a little unsteady. "I'll fight you next time."
Anselin also stopped the wind blades flying in the sky and the flammable gas that was moving underground and could cause a large-scale explosion if it touched a spark, and landed on the ground: "Okay, tell your mother for me, see you next time."
Shu Maomao showed a hesitant expression on his face and called out to her, "Hey! Wait a minute."
Anselin raised her eyebrows and said in a teasing tone, "What else?"
Shu Maomao teleported in front of her, awkwardly extended his hand, and said in a stiff tone: "Hello, I'm Shu Maomao."
Anselin's heart moved, her eyes stayed on his outstretched hand, and the curve in her expression gradually softened.
Does this mean that you acknowledge him and want to get to know him formally?
Two hands, one big and one small, overlapped, and Anselin touched his soft palms.
"Hello."
Shu Maomao held her tightly, trying to say something to delay time: "You..."
I was so focused on how to win that I almost forgot about physical contact and memory reading.
There was no further context after the word "you" because unfamiliar memories were flashing through his mind as fast as playing a movie, and his thinking ability was completely blocked by the overload of information.
Anselin was the first to let go of her hand: "I know. Next time, I will fight to my heart's content until the winner is determined. Let's go, Shu Maomao. It's nice to meet you."
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