After thinking about it, the duck finally couldn''t bear it, flapping its wings and flying to the small table.


    He picked up a brush with his beak and clumsily splashed ink on rice paper.


    Then he picked up the paper with a few big characters, flew back to Xiang Xing and shook at her.


    ——"A Xing, that''s the original owner''s father, not your father. What are you sad about!!!"


    Three big exclamation marks bend and splash ink, like three caterpillars, it is difficult not to attract people''s attention.


    He also succeeded in shaking the little guy in front of him a little.


    The dim soft eyes trembled a little, and finally recovered a trace of expression. They slowly raised them and stared at the ducks and eagles.


    "... guqua!!"


    As soon as the ducks are happy, they quickly spit out the paper, fly to Xiang Xing''s subconsciously raised arm, stand and fall on their head.


    The little guy blinked his soft eyes, and finally silently opened the voice into the secret again.


    The next second, the cry of ducks and ducks in worry and anxiety resounded through my mind:


    [a Xing, why are you so fat that you can play autism because of such plot characters... I didn''t say that except for the happiness ambassador, everything in these small worlds is fake GA, made up GA!]


    [I know it''s fake.]


    Xiang Xing''s small head is crooked, and his words are very calm. [I didn''t play autism for Xiang Junxian, you think too much.]


    [... Then why did you suddenly become a wooden man?]


    Duck gave her a resentful look.


    The little guy paused a little, but just shook his head silently.


    His voice is light and waxy, and he can''t hear much emotional fluctuation, [there''s no reason, he just stays in a daze.]


    [really?]


    The duck blinked suspiciously at the mung bean, with a look of disbelief.


    But looking at the fatigue gradually revealed on the little guy''s face, he sighed secretly and finally stopped pressing her.


    [well, let''s go to bed early. It''s already late.]


    The duck spread its big wings and patted Xiang Xing on the shoulder.


    Then he flew to the bed, picked up the quilt with his sharp beak, and carefully made the bed for her.


    Xiang Xing looked flattered: [have you changed your sex?]


    She makes her bed!


    [... Benga took care of you because you were in a bad mood!]


    The duck''s wings are on his hips and he grunts angrily, [what''s more, he''s a gentleman''s duck!!]


    [yeah?]


    Xiang Xing recalled the appearance of a rectal animal when it solved its excretion needs. He couldn''t help covering his mouth and puffing.


    I really can''t go with a gentleman.


    Well, forget it.


    Think about it, the little guy shook his head and finally climbed into bed and got into bed.


    In the house, one person and one eagle fell asleep quickly because they were tired.


    As everyone knows, at this time, outside the door not far away, there was an extremely subtle movement, as if the air was cut by a sharp blade.


    It''s like someone left in a hurry.


    ……


    The next day.


    [... I said a Xing, do you really care about this scum father?]


    Outside the thatched yard, ducks, ducks and eagles squatted on the top of Xiang Xing''s head, turning their white eyes silently while watching the movement in the yard for her.


    Hum, if you don''t care, why do you come here to peep!


    It was angry and feigned. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain in the bird''s ass.


    Xiang Xing picked up a handful of bird hair directly for it and blew it in his hand.


    Angry tone: [I''m squatting what I want!]