Chapter 2022: Different experiences, different illusions
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, and Xiaobai continued to lie in the desert, using branches to swipe on the sand.
"All the plots are written by the white predecessors?" Song Shuhang suddenly asked.
Because he thought about it, he always felt that there was part of the plot, very subtle.
"Time is up." Xiao Baidao.
Is this line again?
Song Shuhang wondered: "What time?"
"We are standing." Xiaobai replied.
After all, Song Shuhang only felt a whirlwind, the passionate desert spread, and his figure has returned to the ‘Flying Swordsman’.
The real illusion was lifted.
He looked at the white predecessor in the driver's seat for the first time... I saw that the white predecessors didn't know when, they were already asleep in the driver's seat, and the flying swords were driving automatically.
Song Shuhang looked forward to the long hair of the white predecessors.
Long hair, not yet waist, but a little longer than the last time, long hair is now below the back, the area above the waist.
[Looks, it’s fast and waisty. 】 Song Shuhang pinched his chin.
"Hey, is your book shorted by your book?" On the side, Su Shi’s sixteen.
"Cough, because of all kinds of irresistible factors. I will send long hair to cut." Song Shuhang turned to look at A XVI, the tortoise and the green mother, asked: "Speaking, sixteen, green mother, you just Have you entered the 'real illusion'?"
Su Shi A-six nodded gently, her face was reddish, her long fingers wrapped around her short hair.
The shy Afghan is beautiful.
If it is not a wooden body now, Song Shuhang’s heartbeat rhythm must change.
But the question is, why is she shy?
Song Shuhang looked awkward.
At this time, on the side of the green lady smiled and said: "I entered Song Songhang your room, and then saw you one, constantly sitting in the bed of the room, mouth in the mouth of a preface, no words, What 'I am by your side', ah, what 'fast brakes, the front is the cliff', and then propose to me. But every time you ask for a marriage, you will inexplicably die and become a body. From the beginning of the real illusion to the end, the room was full of half of your body. It was quite horrifying at first, and then it felt interesting."
Song Shuhang eyes wide open.
The ‘real illusion’ of the succulent lady and his entry are obviously not one.
She entered, it should be the second ‘real illusion’ of the white predecessor, the version that has not yet been completed.
"Sixteen, are you also entering this version?" Song Shuhang looked to Su Shishi, asked.
"Yeah." Su Shi A-16 whispered.
"So, in the sixteen, ‘real illusion’, Song Shuhang also proposed to you?” Lui Niang smiled.
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky.
Around him, the tortoise suddenly waved its forelimbs and snorted and inserted: "Dead, don't know the names of people, even called the turtles. And, I am a turtle, not a green turtle, impossible. Long hair."
"Ha??? Little turtle?" Song Shuhang did not know how to express his expression to express his heart.
It seems that the second ‘real illusion’ of the white predecessors has changed. Moreover, if it is the line that proposes marriage, is there only one sentence?
[White, waiting for your long hair and waist, marry me. 】
But obviously, in the second ‘real illusion’ of the white predecessor, this line was changed.
Then I contacted the six-faced red-faced A-Six, and Song Shuhang could almost imagine the scene.
I am afraid that the lines have become [16, waiting for your long hair and waist, marry me. 】some type of.
For the lynx, replace the name with the lynx. The turtle's predecessors encountered the name directly replaced by the ‘small tortoise.’
At the thought of this, Song Shuhang’s liver hurts.
Because according to this plot... In the event that a man is involved in the white ‘real illusion,’ in the real illusion, will he show love to that man?
For example, the members of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' were involved in the white ‘real illusion’.
[Huangshan, waiting for your long hair and waist, marry me? 】in this way.
Looking at it... heaven!
Song Shuhang patted his face with both hands.
I can't continue thinking about it. If I think about it, he will have a nightmare at night.
As a result, the second ‘real illusion’ of the white predecessors became terrible.
Next time, we must pay attention to it, and we can't easily let the white predecessors display the 'real illusion'.
For your own future.
"The ‘real illusion’ you encountered in Book Air is not this scene?” The voice of Bai Long’s sister sounded.
Song Shuhang sighed long and nodded. "I entered the old version of the white ‘real illusion’, the desert world. Then... I was stepped twice by the horseshoe.”
"Hey? It is not the same illusion. I thought that you will encounter a picture of yourself confessing to yourself." White Dragon sister regretted.
She also thought that Song Shuhang would have long haircuts because he also encountered the courtship of courtship, and he would cut his waist and cut it. I didn't expect it to be.
Song Shuhang mouth twitching: "..."
Bai Long’s sister was originally a gentle and intimate sister, and her every move was full of femininity and gentleness like a big sister. Song Shuhang began to miss the original white dragon sister.
At that time, as long as I heard the gentle voice of Bai Long’s sister, it would make people feel a cure.
The white dragon sister's small claws stretched out and put on a smirk, saying: "I was still thinking that if a Song Shuhang suddenly popped up and showed love to Song Shuhang's body, the picture would be very interesting.
For example.
In the real illusion, a Song Shuhang sits up and faces the Songshu Fairway: [Book Air, waiting for your long hair and waist, marry me. 】
Then, Song Shuhang happened to be in a long-haired state, long hair flying, and answered: "Good. 】
The picture must be very interesting. ”
Su Shi A-16 hurriedly called: "White Dragon sister."
"This picture is too bad." Song Shu waterway, but suddenly, he made a slight meal.
Sister Bai Long blinked at him: "Hey."
"Haha, haha." Song Shuhang grabbed his head - this time, except for laughing, he couldn't say anything.
At the same time, in his mind, he could not help but think of the December Susie Annual Meeting.
The tortoise's forefoot picks the chin and is a master of psychology. It has already guessed a lot of things from Song Shuhang and Su Shi's face.
The two pedicels of the onion mother are on the turtle shell, and they are also thoughtful.
"Mountains, mountains, mountains!" At this moment, the black skin feathers suddenly appeared and shouted.
Song Shuhang turned his head and turned his head.
“Mountain Mountain, white predecessor!” Song Shuhang yelled, and he quickly rushed to the white predecessor and reached for the white predecessor.
嗡
On the white predecessors, there was a body of light flashing past.
Song Shuhang was shot and flew out.