After being spotted by the NPC boss, I blew up the system

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"It's been five days since we saw each other."

"I'm not happy today."

"Mojana, I always like to be angry."

"Arthur said that their kingdom is beautiful, with crystal clear rivers, elegant and sacred churches, and dense forests growing in stretches."

Qi Yan was sitting at the dining table, with a bandaged leg stretched out.He was holding the leather notebook in his hand, flipping through the pages, just like a retired old man reading a newspaper.

It was cloudy outside the window.

He suddenly remembered last night's dream.

When he finished listening to the song that made his chest heavy, he turned around and found Qin Mo standing behind him.

He was still wearing the meticulous white shirt from last night, with the letter "QM" written in crimson on the chest.

"Does it hurt?" the person opposite asked.

In the dream, Qi Yan could also feel his heart rate speeding up.He didn't answer, but shook his head pretending to be calm.

Qin Mo looked a little unhappy, walked over in two steps, and picked him up.

"Qin, Qin Mo!" Qi Yan was already afraid of this action, wishing to jump off.

But the other party obviously didn't intend to let go, and moved closer to his ear, and said softly: "You know? Don't leave scars all the time in the future, it's not good-looking."

"You don't look at it...you worry about it—"

"How do you know I'm not watching?"

Qin Mo's smiling eyes were close at hand, and his open and closed lips seemed ready to kiss him at any moment.

Qi Yan woke up suddenly.

Waking up completely in the early morning when the rooster has not crowed.

He began to dislike himself.

To have such a dream.

"Hello! Princess Qi—" Qin Mo happened to stop Qi Yan's hands that almost tore up the notes when he entered the door.

"What's the matter? Are you in a daze here?" He saw that Qi Yan had finally come to his senses before sitting down.

Letting go of the notebook in his hand, a pair of tired eyes stared straight at the person who just came in.He said harshly: "It's nothing, I remembered the nightmare last night."

"Looks like it's a nightmare." Qin Mo stared back amusedly, and took out something from behind.

It was a pitch-black wooden comb, with something crookedly engraved on the comb handle, and it looked unflattering.

"Where did it come from?" Qi Yan narrowed his eyes.

"I picked it up at the door." Qin Mo stuffed the comb into his hand.

Picked up?

The comb's presence in this story is really compelling.

"But... I always feel like I've seen it somewhere." For an NPC who often enters books to do quests, everything is familiar to him.

Qi Yan secretly glanced at the person beside him who was thinking hard, and got up calmly and went to his chair.

"Little champion, I seem to remember."

The man stared at him suddenly. "If you ask me, I may be able to remind you."

If you want to know if this thing is a magic comb, it's actually very simple.

Qi Yan's eyes turned gently to the comb behind him.Then he laughed even deeper, "If I beg you, maybe you can not use me as an experiment?"

The hand holding the comb froze, and Qi Yan's breathing stagnated, as if explaining: "This, this can only make you..."

Just puts you to sleep.

As a candidate, you should not lose consciousness unless you have to.Otherwise, you may not even know how you died.

"Hey, it's done." Qin Mo knew that he couldn't help being teased, so he stretched out his hand to grab the beige shirt, and pressed it to his side. "Just don't let me fall to the ground."

"Hmm." When the wooden comb touched his soft hair, Qi Yan suddenly worried whether this black technology would be painful.After a pause of two seconds, he still asked, "Does it hurt?"

The other party did not answer.

But like losing a support point, he lost his strength in an instant.Seeing that he was about to sit unsteadily, Qi Yan stretched out his hand to grab it, and leaned the precarious body against his waist.

Looks like a stun comb.

He took off the comb, wondering whether this plot was missed or a bug.

If there is a bug, the system will usually notify you directly—the gaze moves down to a calm, sleeping face.

Breathing evenly, eyebrows and eyes are much softer.

But for a full 5 minutes, the person still didn't wake up.

Won't you wake up as soon as you take it off?

Qi Yan twisted his sore ankle mercilessly, thinking that he couldn't hold him like this from beginning to end.

After struggling with it for a while, there was always a long and nameless guilt.

Or help the person to the bed and sit on the edge of the bed by himself.

Raindrops floated outside the window, spreading thinly on the window sill.

He flipped through the notebook, feeling a rare peace in his heart.

Unfortunately, this peace did not last long.

The notes became less and less, and the characters who appeared were fixed on "I" and "Arthur".

She wrote, and Arthur enjoyed buying her presents.I often help him bring colorful ribbons, smooth and silky shoelaces, roses...

Aren't these things just "instruments of torture" to deal with the princess?

Qi Yan pursed his lips, and a bloody thought came to his mind.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and in the increasingly heavy voice, I heard someone talking.

"Uh...dizziness..."

The sound made the person beside the bed startled, and hurriedly lowered his head.Even if I endured it, the anxiety couldn't be covered up: "You, you woke up, where does it hurt?"

Qin Mo covered his forehead with his hand, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, secretly went to observe the person beside the bed, and said with a broken smile, "Well, it hurts everywhere."

Immediately, he frowned his pretty eyebrows, and his attitude was very different: "Young champion, tell me the truth."

That look seemed to kill Qi Yan, "Did you do something to me while I was unconscious?"

"No."

He struggled to close the diary.

After he couldn't help cursing a few words in his heart, he glared at the secretly delighted person.

He said unhappily: "Get out of bed when you have had enough sleep, there are still many things to do."

"My princess, it's just a test, don't take it too seriously."

"But you have to be serious about roasting meat." If the roasting is not good, his dinner will be ruined.

For a while, Qin Mo couldn't accept his setting as a full-time nanny.He licked his lips and sat up, glanced out the window, and said, "Going out?"

rainy day.

The weather is not suitable for breathing.

"Yeah." Qi Yan answered lightly.

Now the comb appeared inexplicably, and the third murder passed away safely.The only thing left is to eat an apple and lay down in a coffin for the last time, and finally kill the queen.

Before that, he had to go to the dungeon to make sure his teammates were inside.

It can be regarded as a guaranteed bottom line, and the paper will be automatically handed in after all the storylines are completed.

He could leave a long time ago, but... he wants to wait for him to wake up and make sure if he accidentally confessed to the supervisor.

"Ready to go to the dungeon?" Qin Mo sat up.

"..." Qi Yan put on the heavy cloak slowly, without making a sound.

"How do you want to throw yourself into a trap?" He casually straightened his shirt, and smelled a smell of mud when he got close to the window.

"..." Qi Yan froze when he put on his hat, and said impatiently: "Murder and set fire, steal chickens and dogs."

The autumn rain was so powerful that Qin Mo suspected that this guy had been soaked by the rain and sprouted.

Why is it a little...cute.

"It's fine to sneak around, it's not suitable for you." He got off the bed and stood opposite Qi Yan, his eyes brightened with hope. "As a supervisor and champion, you should do the big ticket!"

and many more.

Dry ticket... the big one?

Murder and arson cannot be crucified? !

"What are you driving—"

"Steal the cat."

"..."

"Why are you rolling your eyes?"

"boring."

Joking too much is likely to cause an effect.For specific stories, refer to The Wolf is Coming.

According to Mr. Supervisor.

This cat doesn't just want to steal.

And to steal the black one.

"Go again tomorrow, and I'll tell you why." He also added a condition.

"Forget it, goodbye." Qi Yan took an apple from the basket and went straight out.

"Qi Yan." He said with a stern tone.But his eyes went back and forth, but still stopped at Qi Yan's ankle.

I really don't know how to praise this little champion for being kind or not.

With a sigh of relief, he still pulled off the cloak on the hanger.Reluctantly said: "Let's go, together."

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The most disgusting thing about Qi Yan is the rainy day. Whenever it rains at night, he will stay up all night and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes.

Before, he would not have imagined.

In such a situation of heavy rain, injuries, and sleepless nights, he was always protected by his arms and walked in the dark forest without the sun.

Surprisingly... felt at ease.

Thanks to the wide cloak hat, the two could barely see each other's expressions.Otherwise, Qi Yan would never have listened to the tireless explanation beside him so calmly.

"At this time, in Europe. Cats are extremely evil animals, especially black cats, which are almost the embodiment of witchcraft. Because cats are rebellious and nocturnal, the Catholic Church gave cats a very bad evaluation."

"This cat-hatred sentiment was inflamed even more after the Witch Hunt broke out, and a series of religious texts, including The Witch's Hammer, directly referred to cats as spreaders of the plague and as witches' best friends .”

"The cat image is also associated with sexuality, often pointing to female desire and reproductive capacity."

"For example..." The bandage-wrapped ankle stiffened, and he slightly opened his lips: "Pussy in English."

It can refer to both a kitten and a girl.

"Yes." Qin Mo smiled slightly.

This word is very familiar, and it happens that there are a few strokes engraved on the black comb.

The two walked side by side as the rain poured down.

Autumn is over.