Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

Mo'an didn't wait for Rosinandi's call until dawn.

She called Rosinandy back before going to bed as promised, but no one answered.

I don't know if this little unlucky guy was being beaten, but the life card didn't change, so Mo An didn't pay much attention.

When he looked out and found that the person next door had left, Mo An felt a little disappointed again.

Her fun was gone.

Sharp-toothed boy is really not easy to tease, and she didn't say anything too weird.

Didn't this idea come from their own people?

"Forget it, let's go out and find other fun." Mo An put down the knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a soft handkerchief.

This equally sweet breakfast made her want to steal Bega Punk's food processor.

But who is having fun today?

Let’s go out first, catch a lucky spectator at random, and collect materials for making life cards~

With this idea in mind, Mo An continued to wander the streets with the chess soldiers.

With Mo An's current status, as long as she doesn't leave Cake Island, no one will stop her wherever she wants to go.

Then Mo An saw it...

Crackers patching up the wall of expired biscuits on the street.

Because Mo An cut off a section of the baguette, Cracker's hairstyle was the same as one chewed by a dog, so it had to be trimmed again.

But in that case, the length of his purple hair would no longer be able to be shaped into the original windmill baguette shape.

Mo An has also seen the scene in the comics where a rough guy with an airplane head turns into a beauty after letting down his hair.

This directly makes Cracker's somewhat ferocious expression look much gentler.

Mo An reached out and dug into his sleeves, and came closer with a smile.

"Stop! Don't come over! What do you want to do!"

Cracker also noticed Mo An immediately, and retreated back as if in a panic, looking at Mo An warily.

It’s all these bastards! The hairstyle he was so proud of was gone!

Last night, his two brothers came to him at the same time to tell him not to mess with this bastard!

Who the hell is messing with whom?

Isn’t the matter of marriage not finalized yet?

Do the two brothers mean that there will be a result soon?

He doesn't want such a troublesome guy to become a family member!

"Don't have such a bad attitude," Mo An stood still and raised his hand, "I have something to show you."

"What is it?" Seeing that Mo An had no intention of getting closer, Klicka relaxed his vigilance slightly, but still looked at Mo Anxu's clenched fist with suspicion.

"This is it."

Mo An opened her hand, and there was a small white doll in her palm.

Keliqia looked at it carefully and felt that the rough doll had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

His expression made Mo An smile even happier.

Mo An stretched out his other hand, flexed his fingers, and flicked.

With a loud bang, a small white object flew out.

"It's still different," Mo An's tone was full of pity, "You actually changed your hairstyle, but you still pinched it wrong."

Cracker: "???"

Could it be... that... just now...

"It doesn't look like it, but you can recognize it." Mo An put the doll on the ground, and then... crushed it with one foot as he told Perospero yesterday.

Cracker: "!!!"

So that’s really him!

what is this! Are you laughing at him?

Mad!

"Ahhh!" Cracker took out the pretzel hanging from his waist and slashed at Moan, "Asshole!"

I can't bear it!

Who cares what the brothers said last night?

Mo An raised his eyebrows. -

Angry ~

But it’s impossible to fight, and cookies that don’t cry are no fun.

Mo An took a step back and ran towards Bulin on the flying carpet.

"Xiao Bulin~" Mo An jumped on the flying carpet, "Has your chocolate building expired too?"

"Brynn!" Before Brynn could reply, Cracker chased the pretzel on the ground and shouted angrily, "Drop him!"

"Run little Brynn," Mo An patted her head, "Let's go find little Brynn to play~"

Brynn: "???"

The chess soldier leading the way: "!!!"

"Stop!" Cracker chased after him. He was holding a flying carpet in one hand and a pretzel in the other. The expression on his face was unconcealable and ferocious, "Asshole! I won't let you go!"

Mo An squatted down, dug into his sleeves, and took out a small water gun.

As the switch is turned on, a burst of cheerful music sounds accompanied by colorful lights, and small bubbles shoot out from the muzzle.

Mo An: "..."

no! Whose bad taste is this damn music?

Mo An still resisted managing his expression, but Cracker was caught off guard and was sprayed in the face by Little Bubbles.

At the same time as the bubbles exploded on his face, Cracker felt as if he was in the sea. A feeling of powerlessness swept through his body instantly, and his hands holding the flying carpet relaxed.

"Oh~ Yeah~" Mo An grabbed the Cracker that was about to fall, lifted him up in the air, and let him float in the air, "You're welcome~ Your adults won't let me go, so I can only find you. Let’s play~”

"Who wants to thank you!" Cracker waved the pretzel and was about to chop at Mo An.

Without saying a word, Mo An raised the small water gun again and pointed it at Cracker's face.

The cheerful music of ghosts and animals is accompanied by colorful lights, which illuminate the transparent bubbles in various colors.

But no matter how colorful it is, it can't alleviate Cracker's dislike of these bubbles at this time.

"What is this!" As the bubble exploded, the hand raised by Cracker dropped weakly again, "Why has my strength weakened?"

"Bubbles." Mo An shot Cracker in the face twice as if he was looking at a fool.

Bubbles, but not just any bubbles.

Vegapunk imagined a weapon that could bounce all bubbles. The bubbles were made from the energy of the sea and could restrain espers just like the Sea Tower Stone.

But it was obvious that what Mo An had was a defective product.

Their people no longer have the energy to work on these things, so they can only get a sample for Mo An to play with.

Due to technical limitations, although the small water gun in her hand can also emit bubbles, it cannot make the bubbles last for a long time and be strong and difficult to destroy like Vegapunk imagined.

Moreover, the range is short, the purity is not enough, and it can only produce small bubbles. Unless it is fired at someone's face like Mo An, it is of no use at all.

This thing can only be used for teasing, but in actual combat, it is just a piece of garbage and not as useful as the small sea floor stone marbles.

Cracker: "???"

Of course he saw it was bubbles! The question is why this bubble can weaken his power!

But Mo An obviously wouldn't tell him.

Mo An was sitting on the edge of the flying carpet, carrying the Cracker frame all the way like flying a kite.

As soon as Cracker returned to his ferocious attitude, Moan would give him a bubble, and Cracker's state would switch back and forth between weakness and anger.

Chess Soldier: "..."

Oops... Oops! Lord Cracker has been captured!