Chapter 852 Savior

The splendid music-like voice, although immature, is exceptionally pleasant to the ear, as if full of unique charm, enough to seduce people's hearts.

It makes people...once they hear it, they will never forget it.

Is this a child?

Sheng Shimo was slightly surprised, and with difficulty, he let out a faint doubt from the cracks in his mouth.

"Who are you?"

"I am who I am, but the colors are different from the fireworks." The soft and waxy voice sounded again.

"What are you doing?"

"Help you!"

"help me?"

"That's right!" The child's voice was louder, full of triumph, "I'll save you with a kiss on the mouth! You see... you have been saved by me, so you should call me your savior!"

By...kissing on the mouth? !

Suddenly, the memory that had been sealed deep in my heart opened with a click.

Sheng Shimo remembered that a long time ago, when he was almost forgotten, Wen Churan had used this method on him in the stone room of the villa, bringing him back to the brink of death.

Kissing is a method that few people know about treating asthma.

How could this child...

At this moment, Sheng Shimo seemed to realize something. A ridiculous idea suddenly came to my mind.

It was so absurd that he himself found it unbelievable.

He grabbed the child's arm and asked, "Who are you? What's your name? Where are you from? And... where is your mother?"

Faced with a series of questions from the man, Little Milk Tank didn't want to answer at all.

I saved him with good intentions, but he is still so vicious!

Little Milk Can let out a dissatisfied snort from her nose, and said fiercely, "As long as you know that I saved you, I am your savior. As for my name and where I come from, you just need to know that I saved you and that I am your savior." Stop asking, I won’t tell you anyway! And... don’t think that you can fuck me just because I saved you!”

"I..." Sheng Shimo was about to explain.

But the little milk jug suddenly screamed "Oh! You're going to be late!"

Then, she kicked away the man's hand that was holding her, got up from the man's body, and rushed out without even having time to urinate.

Sheng Shimo, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to open his heavy eyelids. Through the small slits, he could only vaguely see a short figure. He stared at his short legs and ran away, and soon disappeared without a trace. No trace.

In almost only a few seconds, Sheng Shimo could no longer hold on, his eyelids closed, and he completely lost consciousness.

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Little Milk Tank rushed back to the audition venue, where Little Youtiao was standing outside the lounge anxiously circling around. When he saw him coming, he immediately rushed forward and shouted, "My little ancestor, where are you going? I can't get through the phone!"

Can't get through on the phone?

Little Milk Tank took out his cell phone from his pocket, only to realize that he had played with it until it ran out of power and shut down.

"What's wrong? Is it almost time for me?"

"My little ancestor, the staff came to call you to play ten minutes ago. I searched the entire venue but couldn't find you!"

"Ah?" Little Milk Can was surprised. "What number is it now?"

"The show just started on the 26th." Xiaoyoutiao was so anxious that he almost cried, "It's over, it's over, it's completely over now!"

The little milk jug lowered her head and saw the number plate hanging around her neck, which had the Arabic numeral 20 written on it.

So...it's not that he's almost there, but that he's missed it a long time ago, even missed it by a whole six numbers!