Lu Zhichen soon arrived at the little house of God of War.

It's a small house, but it's not a small house.

The old house of the Lu family occupies a large area, and almost everything is available in the small house of God of War.

There is also a dedicated toy area.

When Lu Zhichen entered, God of War was lying on his stomach, looking like he was ready to go to sleep.

"God of War." Lu Zhichen shouted.

The God of War raised his eyelids and didn't think much of him.

Lu Zhichen always rubbed its head and said some weird things, and said that it might depend on it for life-long events.

Still expecting it to give you a dog that month old?

The God of War is a clever dog and doesn't want to care about this naive human being.

Lu Zhichen pointed the screen at the God of War, and Xing Jiuan clearly saw the disgust of the God of War towards Lu Zhichen.

She couldn't help laughing.

It really didn't hold back.

Lu Zhichen again said in a very pitiful tone, "Twenty-one, you see, it despises me too much, and usually bullies me."

Lu Zhichen walked over and met the gaze of God of War.

The look seemed to say, "Are you still a human?"

Lu Zhichen glanced at it, "Twenty-one, look at it, look at this look."

The tone is particularly straightforward and strong.

It seems that I was really wronged.

Xing Jiuan ignored him.

"God of War, remember me?"

When the **** of war heard the familiar voice, he couldn't help but screamed and flicked his tail, looking very excited.

It's just that, looking at the empty mobile phone screen, it seems a little confused.

"Wang." It looked at Lu Zhichen, as if asking where the person was.

Lu Zhichen hadn't answered yet, it stretched out its claws and pulled it again, thinking that Xing Jiu'an was locked in this little thing.

Lu Zhichen took the phone and let it pull it, still complaining.

"Twenty-one, look, it still bullies my phone."

God of War retracted his claws.

"Wow."

"Twenty-one, it's still killing me." Lu Zhichen continued to complain.

Xing Jiuan simply wiped his hair, tied it up casually, and turned the camera over and pointed it at his face.

"Mars."

"Wang."

One person and one dog were particularly enthusiastic, so Lu Zhichen, the human-shaped mobile phone holder, sat down at will.

The God of War flicked his tail and looked very happy.

Xing Jiu'an said a few words, and Wang Wang, the **** of war, seemed to be very kind.

"Twenty One." Lu Zhichen stretched his voice slightly, searching for a sense of existence.

Why does the supporting role of God of War have a faint tendency to be the protagonist?

Someone never thought that what he and others said was watching the **** of war.

"What's the matter?" Xing Jiuan took the time to return him.

Lu Zhichen leaned his face over.

Xing Jiu'an caught him off guard.

Both of them were in a trance.

Beauty crit.

"Ah, what's the matter with you?" Xing Jiuan was a little embarrassed.

Lu Zhichen pursed his lips, "You ignore me."

He complained.

Xing Jiu'an: "..."

"I do not have."

"You ignored me."

"I'm just talking to the God of War."

"you…"

The God of War was slowly squeezed out of the video range by Lu Zhichen, his eyes filled with confusion.

Lu Zhichen's complaint came to an end soon, and he concluded in one sentence, "You should comfort me."

The first video call seemed to have been many times. Compared to Xing Jiu'an's uncomfortableness, Lu Zhichen's face was especially thick.

Xing Jiu'an opened his mouth, he was at a loss even with his movements.

"Then... Am I wrong?" The tone was questionable.

"That's not the case." Lu Zhichen looked at the girl's blankness in the video with a gentle smile.