My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Now that the man has not been saved successfully, but has exposed himself, the enemy should be quiet for a while.

Xuanwu thought so and saw a car parked in front of Mianmian.

"What are you doing?" Xuanwu knew that a car was a means of transportation, but he didn't want to sit in it. "Let's shrink down and get there."

Mianmian tilted her head and looked at Yang Xian: "Yang Xian called for a car. When you go out in the city, you either have to be in a hurry or you have to take a car."

Xuanwu was still not happy: "Give me a reason."

Mianmian put the small mobile phone back into her bag, her big eyes darting around, looking a little mischievous.

 She actually wanted to use magic too. It was so convenient to shrink into an inch. She could reach such a far place in one go.

But the eldest grandnephew said that they are now very important people. After the live broadcast of the Supernatural Administration is over, their every move will be watched by the public.

 If they behave too differently from the masses, it may cause an emotional backlash among some of the masses.

Even if those people like them at first, if their emotions really rebound, they will instantly turn into villains against them. It may also cause social unrest. After all, special people like them are all exposed to the public's sight through this live trial.

Mianmian thought about it and decided to make society more stable, so she gave up using magic and decided to take her Uncle Xuanwu with her in the car.

"It's fun to ride in the car. The library is not far away." Mianmian thought about it and thought of a better reason. "If we are not in a hurry, we can go slowly. Uncle Xuanwu can also use his mobile phone in the car." "

Hearing the words "swipe the phone", Xuanwu remembered that during the live broadcast, he felt that Mianmian was breaking the rules, and he was so anxious that he went directly to Mianmian's side.

 At that time, as soon as he opened the game, he was attracted to Mianmian!

Xuanwu no longer hesitated about whether to take the car or not. He picked up his phone to unlock the screen and clicked on the Honor of Kings that had automatically closed.

While Xuanwu was focusing on his cell phone, Mianmian pulled him by his clothes and led him to the car. Xuanwu was also very obedient and sat in the back seat of the car with Mianmian.

This car is a special car arranged by Su Chenjin for Mianmian. Yang Xian is the bodyguard captain and is now controlled by Yang Xian.

“How come my character has gained more lives and died several times?” Xuanwu frowned and wondered.

Mianmian didn’t know either. She had played it during the live broadcast before, so she looked at Yang Xian hoping that Yang Xian could answer.

Yang Xian glanced at Xuanwu's mobile phone interface. Half an hour had passed, and the game Xuanwu was playing hadn't ended yet.

“The King of Glory character directly follows the interface to exit or hang up, and the system will arrange for AI to take over your game character, so the character will move on its own.”

 After listening to Yang Xian’s explanation, Xuanwu said, “Is my character being possessed by someone else?”

Yang Xian: "...Yes."

Xuanwu stopped talking and began to operate the character himself to participate in the game.

Just as Mianmian said, he is very good at playing games now. When playing, he gets emotional and swears.

By coincidence, his teammates sold him out during the game, so Xuanwu opened his mouth and said, "Fuck."

When he first heard Xuanwu say dirty words, Yang Xian didn't react yet.

　　When Xuanwu woke up from his deep sleep, he looked like an "ancient man" in the way he talked and behaved. In less than two weeks, Xuanwu was able to talk about the "quintessence of China" in the mouth of contemporary young people, which was extremely down-to-earth.

Yang Xian couldn't tell for a moment whether Xuanwu was reincarnated and grew up in the current mortal world, or whether he was reincarnated and grew up in the mortal world.

 Ever since he accepted the divine power left in the idol, he has often fallen into such confusion.

 In comparison, Situ Zha did not change much after receiving the memory. All in all, Situ Zha was younger than him, both in the past and now.

 “Yang Xian, what’s wrong with you?”

Yang Xian, who was lost in his thoughts, suddenly heard a lingering voice.

Yang Xian glanced sideways, staring at the small breast sitting next to him. Xiaotuanzi's round eyes were full of worry, and his shadow was reflected in his extremely clean pupils, as if his eyes were filled with them.

  But the shadow inside had no resemblance to his appearance before reincarnation.

 “You look sad.”

Mianmian saw Yang Xian staring at her with a strange look. She stood on the chair, raised her two small hands, and held Yang Xian's face.

 She looked at Yang Xian more seriously, her eyes widened and unblinking.

 Yang Xian blinked twice instead, trying to free his face from Mian Mian's palm, but failed.

"do not do that."

Not wanting to fight against Mianmian's strength, Yang Xian could only say this in a low voice.

Mianmian pursed her lips tightly and pressed her forehead against Yang Xian's.

After posting for a while, she said: "This is what my mother said. If your friend is reticent and seems sad and doesn't want to speak, you must do this to comfort him!"

“Otherwise, he may not know that he is cared about by others, and he may not know what he is like in the hearts of his friends!”

Yang Xian was a little bit dumbfounded.

What kind of comfort is this?

Thinking this way in his heart, what made Yang Xian feel weird was that he actually found some peace in Mianmian's eyes that were staring at him.

“I named the dog Xiaotian, what were you thinking after hearing this?” Yang Xian suddenly spoke again.

Mianmian glanced at Xiaotian, who was lying obediently on the ground, and directly expressed her truest thought at the time: "I feel bad."

Yang Xian: "Painful? Does your wound hurt again?"

His tone was a little anxious.

Mianmian shook her head: "No, I feel sorry for Yang Xian. You told Mianmian before that you only wanted to be Yang Xian, but you still..."

With that said, Mianmian stopped holding Yang Xian's face. She lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "Mianmian is wondering why you are like this. Is it because Mianmian is not more powerful, so you want to beat the bad guys yourself?"

“That’s why I changed your mind...that’s why Mianmian feels sorry for you.”

Yang Xian didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Mianmian is obviously a child who has endured more than them, so why do you feel sorry for him in turn? No wonder Mianmian's expression was so strange when he called Xiaotian.

 The little monkey that had been lying on Mianmian's shoulder like a decoration now got off Mianmian's shoulder and stretched out his fluffy little hands to scratch Mianmian's face.

Mianmian was itchy from being scratched, so she quickly grabbed the little monkey's hand.

"...It has nothing to do with you." Yang Xian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Really, so don't feel bad."

Xuanwu, who was addicted to playing games, looked at Mianmian, then at Yang Xian, and suddenly reached out and took Mianmian into his arms.

 “Let’s see your Uncle Xuanwu operate!”

Xuanwu put the phone in front of Mianmian and clamped the earphones on Mianmian's ears.

I got emotional and was about to cry when I suddenly saw Xuanwu's character rushing into the enemy's encirclement. Then he yelled "Indecent" and slowly fell into the middle of the pink ultimate magic circle.

　　Xuanwu:…

 Damn it, I didn’t show off!