Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

Shu Xiaomeng was spitting bubbles, and many bubbles came out. Shi Yiran noticed this and walked slowly to the fish tank, condescendingly looking at Shu Xiaomeng who was still spitting bubbles happily.

Shu Xiaomeng swam back a bit, and then tried hard to raise his head to look at Shi Yiran.

One person and one fish "looked at each other affectionately", and I don't know how long it took, Shu Xiaomeng suddenly vomited a big bubble and let out a "poof".

"Hiccups, I'm so full after drinking water." Shu Xiaomeng muttered.

No. 001:...

Shi Yiran seemed a little tired from standing. He moved over to a chair, then sat down and looked straight at Shu Xiaomeng in the fish tank.

Shu Xiaomeng:? ? ?

What are you doing looking at her? Looking at her like this, she can't make a poop!

I don't know how long it took, Shi Yiran suddenly got up, picked up the drawing board set aside, and began to paint something.

Shu Xiaomeng:? ? ?

curious!

Shi Yiran painted very seriously, occasionally turning to see Shu Xiaomeng, and then drawing attentively.

Although Shu Xiaomeng was curious, she couldn't go around behind him to see what he was drawing.

According to Shu Xiaomeng’s guess, Shi Yiran might show off to her again after he finishes painting!

Hmm... so she waits, can she have a bowel movement during this time?

I don't know how long it took. Shi Yiran took the pen and pointed the drawing board at the fish tank. That was still the problem.

"Does it look good?"

Shu Xiaomeng:...

She vomited a bubble happily, which was regarded as a compliment.

Compared with the previous depressive painting, this painting is obviously much better, but it is still full of depressive atmosphere.

I saw a little goldfish still in the painting, and the little goldfish was spitting bubbles in the not-so-clear water. The bubbles floated on the water and did not dissipate for a long time.

Beside the small puddle, there was a man standing with only a side face.

The man turned to the small puddle and did not seem to see the little goldfish in the puddle.

The little goldfish looked up at the man in front of him, with a desire in his eyes.

In front of the man, there is a black forest. You can't see the end, you can only see the endless black.

The man's hands are hanging on both sides, the fingers of his left hand are slightly bent, and the blue veins can be seen faintly.

The sky is a thick dark cloud, which seems to be pressed up in the next moment.

Looking at such a painting, Shu Xiaomeng vomited another bubble.

Although it still looks a little depressed, it's better than before, so is taking medicine really effective?

Shi Yiran didn't expect to hear Little Goldfish's answer. After a few minutes, he closed the painting and threw it aside.

Then it was time to boil vegetables in white water. Shi Yiran said that at this time, he missed the days when he was in other worlds.

In this regard, Xiao Er said: Ha ha, where are you a big fish, you are obviously a delicacy!

Such days lasted for several days, when both Shu Xiaomeng and Shi Yiran thought that there was no progress in the task, Shu Xiaomeng suddenly fell ill.

Su Xiaomeng fell ill without warning, and Shu Xiaomeng felt weak and so weak that he didn't even have the mood to breathe bubbles.

Shi Yiran discovered that something was wrong with Shu Xiaomeng. Shu Xiaomeng's whole body was floating in the water, almost turning his belly white.

Shi Yiran was shocked and rushed out holding the fish tank.

Little two:! ! !

People set up! People set up! People set up!