"Look, our architectural styles are similar. Maybe we knew each other before we were alive!" Song Qingyang said as he pulled out a scroll on his bookshelf, but Ning Ke snatched it away before he could open it. "Stingy guy." Song Qingyang rolled her eyes at Ning Ke.
"This is not possible." Ning Ke put the scroll back to its original position, turned around and went out.
Ruthless. Song Qingyang thought to himself, and quickly chased after him when he saw him leaving.
"How did you make up our numbers? I am number 5213, and you are number 334. Why are we so different? A Hei Wuchang I met before was from the Qing Dynasty, and his number was also three digits!" Ning Ke walked to the backyard in silence. Seeing that he was silent, Song Qingyang curled her lips and said in a yearning tone: "But that Hei Wuchang is quite handsome..."
Ning Ke glared at her.
The greater the sin, the smaller the number.
He thought sadly, but his expression was still cold and unbeatable.
"Is it a very sad answer?" Seeing that Ning Ke didn't speak, Song Qingyang asked cautiously.
Ning Ke stopped, turned around and looked at her seriously, and said solemnly: "It's really sad." He found that her eyes were beautiful. "The lower the appearance, the higher the number."
Song Qingyang was originally very sad, but when she heard this, she immediately became furious. "Are you saying I'm ugly!?"
"Maybe Lord Pluto thinks so." He walked forward quickly, with a long-lost smile on his face, leaving her jumping in place. After walking a few steps, he turned back.
"5213."
"What are you doing!"
"You're walking too slowly."