The last golden silk bear in the universe

Now I am very confused, very confused.

Song Changan sat in his small basket, holding the long golden hair from the back of his buttocks with both hands, feeling its softness, and stroking his thighs, as if they were from other places Maomao is no different in comparison.

He turned around in disbelief again, and was sure that the tuft of hair really grew from the place on his tail where the potion was applied.???? He opened his mouth and let go of his hand, and the long golden hair fell off to his lap, and a small pile beside it.

If he uses the "long tail" turned into a braid, he can at least wrap it around his waist twice. Considering how precious his hair is now, he has to be A wealthy bear with thousands of hairs.

Song Chang'an wiped his face, and it grew so much in just one night, ???? This is not a hair growth agent, it is a hair growth agent!You can grow your hair up to your waist overnight even if you have a small head!

Song Changan swallowed, thinking whether he should ask Arnold to cut it out for him now,???? This feeling of having a long string behind his butt is really weird,???? He could feel his own little tail, and he would think that he had become a big mouse.

At this time, Arnold, who heard his movement, also came over. He noticed the change in him earlier than Song Changan, so he naturally didn't think it was strange at this time.

While Song Changan was still dazed and surprised, Arnold had already picked him up with his little arms, and then hung him on the long hair behind his buttocks under Song Changan's gaze. He picked it up, wrapped it around his waist twice, and then put him in the palm of his hand.

Song Changan looked down at the two circles of fur on his stomach, then slowly raised his head to look at Arnold: "???"

What a disillusioned situation this is!

Song Chang'an was taken care of by Arnold with a dull expression, packed up everything, and was taken to Quick to check the results.

The moment he saw Song Changan, Quick greeted him with a smile on his face: "I knew the effect must be very good. This is a new product I specially ordered. It takes two hours to apply. It is a one-time product. , it hasn’t been released on the market yet! It’s safe and harmless, Chang’an isn’t suffering, right?”

Seeing that Quick was concerned about his own safety and health, but his eyes were already wandering over his stomach, Song Changan knew that he was already thinking about his Mao Mao, so he immediately jumped up from Arnold's hand and pointed at Kui Ke. Ke rushed over with a claw, beating him while "pushing".

The Shadowless Claw went online again, and the enraged Song Changan frantically hit Quick, who was running around the table, but Quick didn't dare to really run away, so he could only bite the bullet and stretch out his hand to let him hit, relying on the strength of his hand to judge Little Changan's anger.

Now it seems that the situation should be more tragic.

While Song Changan was chasing and beating him, the hair wrapped around his stomach fell off, and he tripped himself. He akimbo angrily, and gave Quick another set. It took a long time before Arnold gave him hugged back.

This time Arnold didn't want to save Quick, but was afraid that Song Chang'an would get hurt again if he hit him again.

Song Changan glared at Quick, turned his head and pointed his butt at him, but after a while he thought of the hair growing on his butt, and turned around again, with a particularly disgusted look on his face.

Quick turned into old pitiful again to admit his mistakes and make amends, and served him tea and water for him to fight again, and finally coaxed the little golden silk bear.

When Quick cut off the tuft of fur with a pair of scissors, Song Chang'an felt that he had less weight on his body when he saw the long piece in his hand, and he felt extra relaxed and walked much faster.

Arnold took Quick's scissors and trimmed the fluff on his butt again. Song Chang'an carefully touched his body until it was as flat as other places.

His little butt needs to be round to look good. What's the matter with such a "long tail"?

On the other end, Quick had already cut off the cut hair and put them into several prepared small bags for comparison with the ones in the room.

Song Changan and Arnold also followed, but because his entry would affect the effect, they could only stay in the monitoring room on the other side and watch.

The happy thing is that the test results are very successful. The hair grown with the hair restorer has the same effect as the hair he grows slowly. Although it is completely incomparable with Song Changan, it can indeed maintain the cub anyway. Emotions.

Kate and Ruixia finally don’t have to lie on the same bed in embarrassment anymore. Now each of them has a small bag containing Song Changan’s hair, which is kept by their side for 24 hours. Song Changan can cling to the cub even when he is away The little bag is cute and cute.

After success, Song Changan looked at the brightly smiling Quick, and once again saw the dark future ahead.

This handful of hair can't satisfy Quick, even if it's that long, it's useless. In the recent period, Song Chang'an probably will become Quick's long-haired machine.

Song Changan: Today, I am not just a cute little golden bear, but a piece of land. As long as I sprinkle hair restorer, countless hairs will grow. He is a fertile field of hairs!

Song Changan realized his miserable future, and while eating the little apple and sighing, Quick was also discussing Changan's physical problems with Arnold and the others.

If you only paint a small area like yesterday, the hair that grows will be long, but it will have no effect on Chang An's body.

But once the base number increases, it will be different, and now the rare hairs obviously cannot meet their needs.

Long hair also consumes energy, if Changan cannot be given enough supplies, it will also make him exhausted and thin.

Neither Arnold nor Quick could accept this situation.

It took them two days to formulate a perfect nutritional recipe, which was clearly arranged from morning to night and even supper. They also specially prepared nutrient solutions with different flavors for Chang An to supplement his nutrition.

At this point, Song Changan finally waited until the time to pronounce his fate.

He has been waiting for this moment, so he doesn't think about carrots or carrots, and he ate a corn kernel because of it yesterday.

He squatted on the table, and when he saw Quick coming over with the little black bottle, he hid from Arnold in fear.

A single tuft of hair is already so ugly, but a lot of tufts of hair would be a little monster?

Thinking of this, Song Changan felt that his image would be damaged, and his eyes turned black when he thought about it.

Song Changan: I am such a cute little golden silk bear, why did I have to go through such a terrible thing?

But he looked at the neatly stacked fruit pieces in front of him, at the fluffy little chair specially prepared for him, at the small fan in Colin's hand next to him, and at the water he could see not far away. Juice and milk, Song Changan felt that he was already moved by these preparations.

He is making a contribution to the world, and he can enjoy such good treatment. Seeing how hard Quick and the others are trying to please him, wouldn't it be too bad for him to repent at this time?

Song Changan clenched his fists to cheer himself up: Isn't it just ugly?What are you afraid of? If they dare to laugh at him, he will beat them to see who dares to laugh at him.

Song Changan sat down on the little fluffy chair after finishing his psychological training, and waited for Quick to apply the hair restorer on him.

Arnold was still guarding him, Song Changan waved his hand and told him to leave quickly, people who have to work every day, how can they waste time here?

Arnold looked at Chang An's casual look, touched his head and said, "Then I'll go, and I'll come back to see you later."

Song Changan nodded, and urged Arnold to leave quickly.

As soon as Arnold left, Quick approached Song Changan with a small cotton swab with a smile on his face. Looking at the obsequious smile on his old face, Song Changan couldn't help giving him a sympathetic look. , moved his butt to signal him to start painting.

Receiving the hint from the great little golden-haired bear, Quick smiled and began to apply hair restorer to him.

For the sake of Chang'an's image in the future, the hair on the back and butt should be trimmed well. If the hair on the stomach and head really grows, it will be difficult to cut it back to its original shape. Hair restorer on the back and buttocks, and all that's left is the elbow and the one on the thigh.

After Quick finished painting, Song Chang'an looked down at his wet body, and couldn't help but sigh that Quick really was reluctant to give up any fertile land!

After Maomao was dried, the feeling of cool swish was gone. Song Changan changed from sitting to lying down, waiting for someone to feed him with his belly turned upside down. Here, Quick gave him various fruits in turn. Come on, feed them one by one into his mouth, Song Changan's little life is still very comfortable.

But he ate like this crazily, and he didn't feel full after eating for a long time. Song Changan panicked a little. He stood up and turned his head to look, and found that the hair on his back seemed to have grown a little.

Song Changan: "..."

Although he knew that the hair restorer worked really quickly, Song Changan was still a little nervous when the time came. God knows what he would be like after the hair restorer fully exerted its effect.

He waited nervously for a while, and found that the growth of Maomao was actually his own illusion. After waiting for a long time, it didn't change at all.

Quick was still watching over him, Song Changan thought for a while, lay down there and prepared to take a nap first, after all, it is easy to get sleepy after eating too much.

Seeing the little golden-haired bear slumped on the chair blinking and blinking, and then narrowed, Quick smiled, his eyes soft and loving.

Two hours later, Song Changan still hadn't woken up, but the expressions of Quick and Kelin standing aside had changed somewhat.

Colin: "I feel that after Chang'an wakes up, you should be beaten again."

Quick said with a bitter face: "Don't talk, let me feel better for a while."

Colin looked at Quick's frown, thought for a while in embarrassment, and finally said: "If you were not so greedy and painted on Chang'an's arms, the problem might not be so serious."

Quick: "...it's too late."

Song Changan, who was lying on the small chair, was sleeping on the table at this time, but neither Quick nor Colin disturbed him, nor were they afraid that he would catch a cold, because he completely slept on the hair he had grown. Looks like he slept comfortably.

It's just that his current appearance is a bit unflattering.

Because there was no lotion on the head and stomach, Song Changan's head and stomach were still the same, but the back was covered with thick hair, such a long thick hair, which can no longer be described as a pinch.

And there is also a bunch of long hairs hanging on his arms and legs. When his arms and legs move slightly, the bunch of hairs will move accordingly, looking like a little monster with extremely developed hair.

Slowly, as time passed, Song Changan still hadn't woken up, but at this time his head and stomach were no longer visible. When he turned over, the fur on his back covered him completely. Quick was afraid that he would fall asleep. Sometimes I can't breathe, so I have to go over and help him open a gap.

Colin stood by and looked at Quick, who was frowning, and gave him a sympathetic look: "Think about it for a while."

Quick stuck his neck and said: "You didn't come up with an idea? You didn't refute when I spoke. If Chang'an gets angry, you have to count it too!"

Before Colin could say another word, Song Changan, who seemed to be disturbed by their movement, moved, as if he was about to wake up under their gaze.

Quick: "..."

Colin: "..."

Song Changan opened his eyes in a daze, first rubbed his eyes, and found that the movement was extraordinarily difficult, he wanted to see what was going on, and then found that when he turned his head and looked around, the surroundings were pitch black.

Song Changan: "...?"