If he talks about China, or how good socialism is.
"205 AD." He said a number casually, no one knew whether it was true or false.
"Ah!!!..." Mo Xiaoqiu screamed, almost two thousand years ago.
The man frowned slightly, and at close range, his ears seemed to be stimulated by the high-decibel scream. A big palm accurately covered her mouth and even her nose, preventing the head from continuing to abuse him.
breasts, "Woman, are you pretending to be stupid? Tell me, who are you?" [
With such momentum, if she exerted even a little force, she would be crushed by him and die.
Mo Xiaoqiu's breathing suddenly became difficult. He was not fully awake, and his head was still confused. He had arrived at this place for no apparent reason, and it would take some time for him to adapt.
"I...who am I? It's hard to say, mortals won't believe it." I accidentally said "mortal", and suddenly I thought of gods. In ancient times, people were in awe of ghosts and gods, and would kneel down and worship them.
Dare to be disrespectful.
At least it's easier to save your life!
"Mortal?" The man seemed to be very sensitive to these two words.
"Uh. I was so naughty that I let someone...immortal kick me down." She raised her head and looked timidly at the holes in the roof. She spoke hesitantly, as if she was covering up, but
He also covered it up with a frown, which invisibly increased the persuasiveness of his words.
Mo Xiaoqiu felt that after all, he had been living in the society for more than ten years, and it shouldn't be difficult to deceive an old antique based on his experience.
"You said you are a god?" He raised his eyebrows in suspicion.
"No! It's not -" Mo Xiaoqiu hurriedly shook his head in denial, but his eyes were clearly saying, how did you know? The pride in your heart will be convincing.
The man remained silent, just staring at her little face.