You finished the joke [Quick Transmigration]

It's very quiet tonight, and you can tell at a glance that something big is going to happen.

After dinner, Yan Shu seized the bathroom and took a bath for an hour before wiping her dripping black hair.

After stuffing the change of clothes in his hand to Xiao Ming, Yan Shu pushed Xiao Ming into the bathroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

Xiao Ming stood firm, stared at the closed door, and rubbed his disheveled hair: 6, what does this mean?

360: You don't take advantage of the target when you want to take a bath, Ming, you are being rejected.

Xiao Ming looked at himself in the glasses, and squeezed his eyes through the mist in the room.

Be pretty.

Xiao Ming took off his clothes and twisted his bare buttocks in front of the mirror.

To have a figure and a figure.

The legs are the legs, and the waist is the waist.

Xiao Ming was so proud that he could not find Bei.

Then he doesn't understand: I'm so nice, why does Yan Shu dislike me?

The mirror was covered with white mist, and all that could be seen was a mass of white flesh twisting and twisting.

360: ...Wipe off the fog on the mirror first, ugly.

Xiao Ming propped his hands on the sink, wiped off the moisture on the mirror with his elbows, stretched his neck, and looked closely at the facial features of the person in the mirror.

Xiao Ming didn't believe it anymore, and muttered: You have a system, what kind of aesthetics can you have?

360 did not respond for a long time.

After a long time, a deep voice sounded: Hello, this is 361. The system 360 is blind due to some accidents and is currently being rescued. Can I help you, ugly.

Xiao Ming: ...Don't think I won't recognize you just because you lower your voice.

360 returned to normal voice: Hey, Ming, why don't you have any sense of humor?

Xiao Ming, who had no sense of humor, gave up arguing with 360, stepped into the bathtub to wash and scrub in vain, and stepped out like a lotus flower out of water.

Xiao Ming wrapped his bathrobe tightly, and curiously opened the cabinet above the sink. There were clean bath towels and towels stacked on the right side of the cabinet, and some strange sex toys on the left side.

Xiao Ming felt that the painting style of this hospital was getting more and more fascinating.

A red "good" word was exposed on a towel that was pressed down. Xiao Ming reached out and pulled out the towel, shaking it and unfolding it.

A few large characters were embroidered with red thread on the towel: Haoshuang Hospital.

360: ...no problem.

Xiao Ming silently put the towel back.

When I got out of the bathroom, the ward was empty.

360 sighed: Ming, look, you made your target ugly.

Xiao Ming pursed his mouth, the bulge under the quilt made one pretend not to see it.

Xiao Ming dragged his white slippers and stepped forward to lift off the quilt.

The man was lying on the bed, with no shoes on his upper body, a small piece of black fabric was loosely tied between his crotch, and a large bulge was formed.

Xiao Ming threw the quilt back as if his hands were scalded.

360: Is it exciting or not, surprise or not?

Xiao Ming: ...God, crazy!

Xiao Ming took a deep breath, "You, you, what are you..."

Before he finished speaking, the man lazily lifted the quilt again.

Expose the strong and slender body under the quilt.

The two mermaid lines extend to the invisible place of the thong under the body, and the scenery under the black fabric is intriguing.

Xiao Ming shut his eyes.

360 came out to make trouble: It is detected that the current atmosphere is good, please ask the host to read out the joke on the task panel to obtain the target smile value.

Xiao Ming: ...how is the atmosphere so good now!

Before the task panel popped up, Xiao Ming quickly closed his eyes.

360, the scheming bitch, slowly read the words on the task panel in Xiao Ming's ear.

Xiao Ming wanted to be rude.

But now he can't say anything except "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".

Seeing Xiao Ming lying on the ground with a smile, Yan Shu sighed helplessly, got out of bed, picked Xiao Ming up by the waist, and put him on the bed.

Stretching out the bathrobe, peeling it off gently like peeling an egg, the outer shell fell off, revealing a body with fine bones and fine texture inside.

After Xiao Ming finally finished laughing and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes out of breath, he realized that his chest was itchy.

Xiao Ming looked down, it was incredible.

He was like a plucked, white turkey.

Xiao Ming who lost his dignity: I have already lost the qualification to be a native chicken.

The man's head was in front of Xiao Ming, only the top of Hei Youyou's head could be seen.

The native chicken named Xiao Ming under him was completely naked. It had just been fished out of the water and had been cooked into a boiled chicken.

Probably because the salt was added less, the taste of the local chicken was monotonous, which seemed a bit monotonous.

So Chef Yan decided to put a few sweet and sour strawberries on the chicken for seasoning.

But accidentally, there were too many strawberries.

Chef Yan frowned.

There are also a few pink and tender strawberries embedded on the butt of the chicken, which looks like a rash.

It doesn't matter, Chef Yan comforted himself, the guest is himself anyway.

So Chef Yan ate the strawberry chicken without hesitation.

The shy tool in the hospital nightstand finally comes in handy.

Xiao Tuji was gnawed to the bone.

In the middle of the night, a force woke Xiao Ming up, and the people around him lowered their voices, "Don't talk, follow me."

The man dressed Xiao Ming, dragged Xiao Ming and escaped from the hospital.

It was so dark that he couldn't see the road clearly, Xiao Ming was in a daze, yawning and following the man.

At a corner, the man firmly pulled Xiao Ming to stand still, leaning against the wall, "Don't move."

Exhausted, Xiao Ming nodded and fell asleep on Yan Shu's body.

As the footsteps faded away, Yan Shu sighed helplessly, and carried Xiao Ming on his back without complaint.

When Xiao Ming opened his eyes again, he found that he had gone from the five-star presidential suite to the dirty old hotel by the side of the road after a blast.

Xiao Ming:? ? ? ?

360: One shot?Are you insulting the ability of the target, or are you insulting your IQ?It's obviously the Seven Cannons, okay?

360 counted all night and has the most say.

After Xiao Ming woke up, he realized that he was on the train now.

As the train passed by on the rails, the sound of "Kang Dang", "Kang Dang" came from the window, Xiao Ming tugged on the man's sleeve, "Where are you going?"

Yan Shu rubbed Xiao Ming's forehead.

When I got off the train, there were only a few people on the platform.

This is an old town.

Blue tiles and white walls, small bridges and flowing water.

On the small river, the scull boat made a creaking sound, turning slowly on the heavy water.

Passing through the alleys with twists and turns, the man led Xiao Ming to a house, and pushed open the creaking wooden door. Moss climbed up the walls in the house, and the environment was quiet.

There is also a backyard in the house, and there are many flowers and trees in the backyard.

Xiao Ming was a little dazed, this place...

Why do you look familiar?

Clearly...

It was the palace where he stayed in the second world.

After thousands and hundreds of years, the palace has changed beyond recognition, and now it is just an ordinary house.

But the flowers and trees in the courtyard are still there, and the stone table in the courtyard is still standing lonely in place.

Yan Shu held Xiao Ming's side hand, "Do you like it?"

Before Xiao Ming could answer, Yan Shu looked at the flowers in the yard. The branches trembled slightly. The man reached out and plucked a small flower that bloomed just right. He twirled it in his hand and laughed softly, "I saw it in my dream. .”

Xiao Ming's heart trembled, and he turned to look at the man's profile.

Yan Shu lowered his head and placed the stamens on the stone table, which was polished smooth by the wind and rain.

The pink and white flowers lightly touched the lonely stone table, warming the cold place with their own strength.

I don't know how the man found this place, but Xiao Ming really likes it here.

Especially knowing that this is his new home with the man now.

Xiao Ming: 6, I really can't imagine it.

360: Ming, why is your imagination always so elusive?

Xiao Ming is very happy now and doesn't care about 360.

All the daily necessities in the house have been prepared, and Xiao Ming wonders if his man has any cheats.

The little days of the two were very nourishing.

Yan Shu not only cared about Xiao Ming's full stomach, but also cared that Xiao Ming's butt was full too.

After a few weeks, the big white steamed buns became more round and delicious.

The only downside is that Yan Shu was not satisfied with Xiao Ming's reaction to the thong, so he forced Xiao Ming to quit the thong.

In Yan Shu's view, Xiao Ming can only react to himself if he wants to react.

So Xiao Ming personally experienced the despair of being wiped out with a strong masturbation, until his legs trembled when he saw the thong from now on, and the shit went away.

Time flies leisurely in the small town, but the winter solstice is coming in a blink of an eye.

It's time to eat dumplings.

Xiao Ming and Yan Shu bought a few catties of corn and pork, and a few packets of flour from the vegetable market.

Xiao Ming intends to show off his skills by making dumplings himself to open the eyes of the man.

As soon as he got home, Xiao Ming got busy.

360 Curiosity: Ming, what will happen if you don’t eat dumplings during the winter solstice?

Xiao Ming and face: If you don't eat it, your ears will fall off.

360 discussed with Xiao Ming: Ming, why don't you stop eating dumplings and let me see what it's like to have no ears.

Xiao Ming was too busy, he couldn't hear a word of 360.

Xiao Ming looked charming in a pink apron, and Yan Shu couldn't hold it back.

So halfway through rolling the dumpling wrappers, Xiao Ming's pants were ripped off.

The man picked up Xiao Ming, put Xiao Ming's soft and smooth buttocks on the cutting board, and the buttocks were covered with flour, thick and white.

The rolling pin squeaked and rolled on one side, too embarrassed to stop.

I don't know if I am making dumplings or steamed buns.

The winter solstice is not long away, and the new year is coming soon.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, firecrackers sounded everywhere in the alleys of the town.

The once cold town finally gained some popularity.

Early in the morning, just after dawn, Xiao Ming took the man to the only small shop in the town to buy firecrackers.

Spider cannons, black tiger cannons, and even milder ones, there are fairy sticks and throwing cannons, which are displayed in a transparent counter, waiting for someone who is destined to come and take them home.

What to buy? Xiao Ming suffered from difficulty in choosing.

With a big finger, Yan Shu bought a box whose name he had never heard of before.

Double cannon.

The man nodded, the name has a good meaning.

Back home, Xiao Ming was so hot that his nose was sweating, he took off his heavy coat, picked up the newly bought firecrackers, and was about to run outside.

Yan Shu stretched out his hand to fish it out, and pulled him back.

Pulling a few tissues into Xiao Ming's clothes, Yan Shu wiped off the sweat on Xiao Ming's back, then bent down to pick up the coat on the sofa, and forced Xiao Ming to put it on.

Xiao Ming tightly hugged Yan Shu's waist, "Don't wear it."

Yan Shu looked serious, "You can't take it off, you'll catch a cold."

Xiao Mingsheng has nothing to love.

Anyway, after putting on the coat, I can finally go out to play with firecrackers.

Xiao Ming was alive and kicking again.

Xiao Ming took out a small pillar-shaped firecracker from the small palm-sized box like a treasure, rubbed it on the side of the box, and was about to throw it out, when he squinted and saw that Yan Shu had already thrown the firecracker in his hand, Xiao Ming hurriedly threw it out. Cover your ears.

Xiao Ming's ears exploded.

There was a loud "bang".

Xiao Ming was stunned.

Knowing that Xiao Ming was likely to hurt herself, Yan Shu chose this kind of firecrackers with high sound and zero power when buying them.

Seeing Xiao Ming's sluggish expression on the spot, Yan Shu failed.

Hearing the man's schadenfreude laughter, Xiao Ming threw the firecracker box in his hand on the ground, stomped on it hard, "I'm not playing anymore!" Then he went into the room angrily.

Yan Shu followed up dumbfounded.

He should comfort Xiao Ming well.

Spring goes to winter, autumn goes to summer solstice.

The flowers in the yard bloom and wither, I don't know how old they are.

White hair crawled up his temples until one day, Xiao Ming found that his eyes were dim and his back could not straighten up.

But according to the data provided by 360, Yan Shu's smile value still stays at 99 points.

This world really lasted a long time.

Xiao Ming counted on his fingers.

Xiao Ming: 6, how long have I been in this world?

360 didn't move.

Xiao Ming: 6? 00? 60?Little 3?

360's voice is very old: what are you doing?

Xiao Ming: 6, what's wrong with your voice?

360: I am tired.

360 continued: It has been 55 years, Ming, you have no physical capital now, I guess this task cannot be completed.

Xiao Ming looked at the man sitting on the rocking chair by the window watching the sunset.

When a man is old, he should be called an old man.

But even when he was old, his masculinity remained undiminished.

Seeing Xiao Ming approaching, the man's gaze was like a breeze, but also like a warm sun, "You're here."

"I'm waiting for you." Yan Shu smiled lightly.

What Xiao Ming didn't expect was that in this world, men would go before him.

Following the prompt that popped up in front of him, 360 also understood now.

The way to eliminate the target's resentment value is to let Xiao Ming stay with him until he grows old.

"Congratulations to the host, the smile value reaches 100, and the countdown to the next world is 1 minute."

Xiao Ming sat on the rocking chair beside the man, pulled up the blanket covering the man's legs, and then put his hand on the back of the man's withered hand.

Xiao Ming leaned back on the chair and swayed, looking at the precarious sunset in the distance.

"Fortunately, I'm leaving too."

"What would I do without you?"

The author has something to say: I was coding in the pig slaughter house, and when I looked up, the couple on the opposite side actually kissed mouth to mouth

Oh, my god

too hot eyes

Hmph, if it's two men, I'll forgive you

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Ah, I remembered Xiao Hei's episode, alas (sighed the old elder's long breath)

Let’s talk about it after the book is finished (Smiling faces around)

For the sake of being so thick and long today, babies love me again