Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

Not to mention, that back looks quite like Shuang Yan, but...

I recalled the scene at that time, the sun was hanging high above my head, unless Shuang Yan had a shadow clone, it couldn't be her.

"Oh, then what do you think I smell like?" Garbage was smiling at this moment, slowly bent down, hair hanging on the side of my face, white neck rubbed my nose, I smelled the bitterness of dark chocolate and... The aroma of red beans.

My red bean fragrance.

My soul flew halfway, but I didn't want to admit defeat so quickly, so I stammered: "Taste, taste, let's not mention it for now. She, what is she talking about, dong, dong, si?"

Garbage's breathing paused slightly, and then he said casually: "She lost her car key, and asked me if I found it."

I had a hunch that there was something wrong with his answer, but before I could figure it out, he put one hand on the ground, put the other elbow on my chest, propped his head and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet. You put me Bundled in the trash can, ran out alone for nearly 8 hours, which little girl with fluttering red hair did you meet?"

Of course I can't tell him that I'm investigating his shady relationship with Yanchao Coffee: "Well, Peanut fell into the gutter, I'll go rescue him."

He tilted his head: "Oh, this is a fairy tale. There are no gutters in fairy tales."

Me: "My driver's roast duck was blocked by the mistress in the toilet, I'm going to rescue him."

He smiled: "I just came back in the car of the roast duck driver."

"I..." I was at a loss for words.Seeing his smug smile leaking to the side, I became angry with embarrassment: "Am I asking you, or are you asking me? I just went to buy some gifts and wanted to give you a surprise. What about you, behind my back? Other women are messing around!"

Furious, I pressed his shoulders, turned over, and pressed him firmly under my body.

He exclaimed in a low voice, his shoulders struggled and jumped a few times in my hands, and after seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, he regained his composure: "Hey - did you say that wrong?"

The other way around?What's the meaning?I showed a puzzled expression, but quickly shook my head.No, this is his way of diverting attention. Don't be fooled, so I yelled loudly: "Don't try to change the subject. Seriously, who is that woman?"

He smiled slightly, and his raised eyebrows and eyes were like a galaxy, casting distant and fine starlight.

"You, what are you going to do?" I swallowed, with inexplicable tension in my voice.

He's seducing me, I know he's seducing me, but so what?He swallows everything like a black hole, and I can only fall towards him.

He kept that lingering and seductive smile, and slowly unbuttoned his jacket, one by one, until the end.

"This is a gift from me." He took off the whole shirt, revealing his well-defined chest. "The latest model of Oliver's shirt may be a little smaller. How about yours?"

My eyes were straightened, and the red beans all over my body were like steam in a pressure cooker, rushing upwards, and I almost didn't push my head.

Gift, what is that?I can't think anymore.

"Is this it?" He chuckled suddenly, hooked his pinky finger around the old leather belt on my trousers, and snapped open the square clasp.

The belt slid from my waist like a snake.Slowly, with some kind of unexplained teasing.

Finally, some of my little sanity returned.

What a joke, this belt has been used for a few years, there is not much left on the surface of the cowhide, and the matte belt has long since frayed. Even if he wants it, I can't give it to him!

So, at the last moment when the belt was about to slip out of my waist, I buckled the end of the belt and pulled it back under his surprised gaze.

The belt snapped back 10 centimeters.

His eyes were very complicated, and he probably buried me in his heart again, but he didn't let go of his hands, as if he was tug-of-war with me.

But how does his strength compare with mine?

I added more force, and the belt escaped smoothly and returned to my hand. I lifted my trousers and tied it back to my waist.

I patted the belt proudly:

"Wait for me for a while."

I smiled at him and hurried to the pile of presents.

He got up, his upper body was naked, his face was extremely ugly.

But I know this is all temporary, as long as I take out the eternal aftertaste of 13140, he will rush into my arms with tears of emotion, rest his head on my chest, and look at me affectionately.

Really excited to think about it.

I looked into his eyes, shook the perfume bottle confidently, and gave him a face of perfume.

But when the fragrant and rich fragrance diffused, my complexion suddenly changed.

Coffee is the aroma of coffee.It turns out that the eternal aftertaste is actually coffee perfume.

Thinking of the garbage and the possible past of Bird's Nest Coffee, my face is as green as a painted cucumber.In the next second, this eternal aftertaste worth 13140 was lying in the trash can, never to be reborn.

"This one is broken. Wait a minute, I bought a lot more." I held out Erkang's hand, signaling him to be calm, and turned back to search among the pile of gifts.

In addition to the eternal aftertaste, I also bought another secret weapon, which is sure to impress his heart.

He sneered, put on his shirt, turned around and wanted to go back to the bedroom, how could I let him leave like this, with a present in his hand, he tore off his shirt, and dodged to block his way:

"This is a gift for me. Don't try to play tricks."

In his speechless eyes, I crumpled my shirt into a chicken coop and put it on my head.

Don't say it, it's quite airy.

He touched my head: "Put on this hat, it looks like Ah San."

Me: "Ah San, what does Ah San mean?"

He: "Describe a person who is omnipotent, such as dismantling an aircraft carrier with bare hands, playing minecraft in Hong Kong, catching up with China in five years, and surpassing the United States in ten years. There is only a type of person who can't think of it, and can't do it."

Heh, I knew it was the photon that can make gold anywhere, I patted the hat on the top of my head: "I haven't seen it before, like me, but Ah San in Ah San."

He couldn't help but nodded desperately.

I can see that his "affirmation" is completely genuine, without any falsehood.

"Heh," I lifted the gift in my hand, "If you know it, just wait here obediently, Ah San in Ah San wants to borrow your kitchen."

"Please." He said gentlemanly.

Under his reverent gaze, I walked into the kitchen, found a plate at random, and poured the "Outstanding Beauty" bought by Huichuntang into it.

This is the high-end gourmet among the high-end gourmet, the best product from a century-old pit.It was also a gift from me.

Sure enough, before heating, my nose and stomach could not help but twitch hundreds of times.

Tai, this thing is too smelly, and it looks constipated. Fortunately, there is a packet of egg flower-shaped diarrhea soup next to it, so it doesn't look too dry.

I pinched my nose and stuffed it into the microwave as fast as I could.

Turn on "Ding Ding" for 5 minutes.

In less than 30 seconds, he rushed in.I've never seen him like this before, his face looks so ugly that he wants to eat people.

"Excuse me! Bastard! You actually used my microwave oven to bite shit!?" He no longer cared about the pretense and swung his fist.

I tilted my head: "Isn't this your favorite food?"

After I finished speaking, I realized that he is a fake. As a fake, he naturally does not have the characteristics of plants.

I shouted that I was deceived.But he rolled his eyes several times, pushed his waist, and went to turn off the "fragrant" microwave oven.

Wait, I reluctantly moved a few centimeters towards the microwave oven, and suddenly found something wrong, he seemed to call me for forgiveness just now.

Only authentic products know my name.

I looked at him, a little dazed for a while.Like, he's really like the guy I used to know.

But soon I told myself that it was impossible, after all, only fakes don't like to eat shit.Moreover, he is an NPC, how could it be true?

I'm almost caught in a cosmic paradox and I don't know how to get out.

Just when I was very tangled.The microwave oven behind him was beating sparks and making an abnormal hissing sound. This sound...

I looked at him and understood what was about to happen.

Sure enough, in the next second, the microwave oven seemed to be enlightened, and the toilet suddenly opened,

Blasted.

Accompanied by a bang.The walls made of chocolate and syrup were overturned by the air waves, and the muddy excrement splashed everywhere, hanging on every object in the room, dripping sticky.

And he, as early as a second before the explosion, shrank into my arms, using me as a shield.

My back bears the smell it shouldn't have at its age.

The only consolation is that he rests his head on my chest and is looking at me affectionately at the moment.

Although the process was a bit tortuous and bumpy, at least the final goal was achieved.

I flashed him a triumphant smile.Just about to brag about something, a drop of frangipani dripped from my "hat".

It landed on the back of his hand.

he:"…"

I:"…"

. . .

For 10 minutes in a hurry, I took off all the dirty pants and clothes, and he washed me with a high-pressure water gun for a full minute.

Then we counted the clothes.

All his clothes in the bedroom were destroyed when the microwave exploded and the walls of the kitchen and bedroom collapsed.

The only thing we can cover up with is the pair of pants he's wearing now.

"I can't live in the house, go to another place to stay overnight." He was still washing his fingers, as if he wanted to remove a layer of skin from it.

I volunteered to recommend my house to him and secretly called the duck driver to fuck off.

He was noncommittal: "I can't go out with my upper body bare."

"It's okay. Just take off your pants and cover your upper body." I said solemnly.

He chuckled eccentrically: "It's just right to take out the contents of your intestines and put them in your brain. Anyway, there is no difference between the two."

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't realize what he meant by this sentence. There are red beans in my intestines and brain, so there is no difference.

I shook off the water droplets on my body: "Then what do you say?"

After thinking about it, he asked me to turn around and squat down.

Before I could react, he climbed onto my back like a squirrel, wrapped his hands around his neck tightly, and buried his head in my shoulder socket: "Let's go, Mr. Fool."

His lips touched the skin of my shoulder, hot and soft, like braised pork just out of the pan.Every time I say a word, I can't help but tremble.

"Hmph," seeing that the red bean paste was 99% off, and the lottery ticket was only 12 numbers away from winning the prize, I forgave him for being disrespectful to me, lifted his legs, and climbed out of the towering wall with his back .

At first, we were still chatting and laughing, but gradually, the conversation became quieter.

We shuttled through the deserted alleys, the night made the road more lengthy, and the silent old house was cold like a piece of ice.He soaked in the night mixed with ice and water, becoming more and more silent.

I don't know what he's thinking.

He is always glamorous in front of people, and it seems that no suffering can overwhelm him.

But today I know that in the silent night, the chocolate sauce will slowly melt, drip, rise, and turn into dark clouds above his head.

A drop of water landed on the hollow of my shoulder.

I turned my head and asked him what was wrong, and his hands were tightly bound, telling me not to ask anything.

I know that I can't pry his mouth open, and the methods of the hardcore faction are vulnerable to him.So, I also fell silent, thinking about what a mature man should think about.

After a few seconds, I couldn't hold back anymore and started babbling about my past exploits.

I thought happiness was contagious, but he didn't think so, preferring to hear about my embarrassment over my heroic past.

For example, I ate poisonous jellyfish, and my whole body turned into fluorescent powder. Another example was accidentally stuck in a polar trench, and it took a month and a half to pull out my head, etc.

He finally smiled after I told all the bad stories about the past.

"How about, let's compete to catch flying insects." He suggested.

Just as everything is recovering in spring, there are flying insects the size of sesame seeds buzzing around the poles, annoying people.

I naturally nodded in agreement, just kidding, can a human with his two arms compare to my octopus with dozens of tentacles?

So, I stretched out my hand, as fast as lightning, and killed hundreds of flying insects like vegetables.

He also stretched out his hand and slapped the bug like a fan.

I sneered in my heart, it's just rubbish, you still want to compare with me.

So the hands worked even harder, and the two fingers danced vigorously.

By the time I realized it, it was too late: "It wasn't a game that was promised, why did you stop!"

"Oh, so tired."

"You! So I win."

"Of course, I lost." He admitted defeat very frankly.

I saw through his plot: "You did it on purpose, you just used me to help you shoot flying insects!"

"Yes." He hung on my neck, as a matter of course.

"You..." No, I must regain the initiative, let me think about the benefits of winning?

...Hey, it doesn't seem to be good! ? ?

After being slapped on by him, I went home cursing, and we sneaked into the room like thieves in the dark.

The roast duck driver has already moved from my sofa, and I don't care who he spends the night with.

My only concern is, will the trash think I'm too shabby?

But soon I knew I had something else to worry about.

The trash jumped off my back, walked into the bedroom like a master, picked out a fairly clean round-neck T-shirt, and put it on.

The T-shirt didn't fit very well, showing half of the shoulders, but it was comfortable enough for pajamas.

"The bed is mine, you sleep on the sofa." He took off his pants and got into the bed that I haven't changed for a month, completely ignoring me as the master.

Two seconds later, two stinky socks and three balls of toilet paper were kicked out of the bed, "It's really dirty. Can't you pay attention to personal hygiene?"

The veins on my forehead were throbbing. He first slapped me and then took over my house, my clothes, my bed, and even being picky. I couldn't bear it anymore: "Whose house is this? Crybaby dark chocolate .”

He lifted the quilt up, rolled his back to me, and said calmly: "Who demolished my house again, fluorescent pink taiyaki?"

holyshift, I knew I shouldn't have told him about it.

"This is my room, you, go sleep on the sofa!" I pulled the quilt and opened him like a sushi roll.

He couldn't beat me, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and said helplessly, "How about this, rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins will sleep on the bed."

Hehe, I sneered, in terms of reaction, I have never lost to anyone, no matter what he does, I can change my gestures within 0.1s.

Seeing that I agreed, he made a posture of preparing for a pk. We sat facing each other, and the whole bedroom was full of turmoil for a while.

The next second, he suddenly asked, "What are you planning to do?"

I was taken aback: "Scissors."

"Okay, then I'll give you a stone." He smiled, "I won."

"Fuck, I lost again." I couldn't believe it, I actually lost to him in the most familiar field.

He lay back on the bed, turned his back to me, and waved at me.

I had no choice but to admit defeat, so I rolled up my bedding and lay down on the sofa.

After drinking a pot of milk tea and reciting two pages of idioms, I realized that something was wrong.

Wait, is this how the game is played?

When I rushed to the bed angrily, he had already slept like a dead pig.

Shift, I have no choice but to cover him with the quilt, what else can I do?

The next morning,

The cool wind that runs through the hall wakes me up.I sniffed and vaguely felt an unusual breath.A powerful, dangerous, and deadly breath.

I turned over and sat up from the sofa, walked quickly to the door of the bedroom, and lifted the thin layer of curtain.

People are still in the room.The bare half of the chest rises and falls with breathing, like a heartless dead pig.

I felt relieved, took a coat casually, and ran towards the direction where the breath emerged.

Cross three streets and turn a corner.In the misty morning light, I saw a huge figure covering the sky and the sun perched on the roof of the building.

It was a huge octopus.A monster that not even a curse can conquer.

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Takoyaki can change the appearance of humans and food at will, regardless of day or night.

ps: two in one.