Interstellar cat guide

The boy who was lying flat with his eyes closed suddenly raised his arm slightly trembling and struggled to sit up.He looked at his brother's back in panic, but when he opened his mouth there was a subdued and severe cough. While coughing, he persistently wanted to call his brother back, but his voice could only be sadly piled in his throat.

"No... brother... don't..."

The man finally left without looking back, the young man gave a wry smile and fell back on the bed dejectedly.

"Okay, next game!" After NGing twice, Chang Wuyou finally made a decision for the third time.

Qin Yuqi gave Mao Mi a thumbs up, and it was rare for Lu Ling not to look at him coldly, and said in a compliment, "Let's just force it."

Mao Mi breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Long Xiaoxiao found the right time to hand him a glass of warm water, just now he was coughing so badly that her heart ached.Chang Wuyou also came over to discuss a few words at the right time, and told him about the next play by the way.

The lights go out, and the phantom gradually rises.

The night was filled with silence. A crow flitted in front of several residential buildings and stopped outside the window of an unlit room. with a boy.His originally charming cat's eyes were devoid of expression, as if filled with two glass balls, weird and terrifying.

The crow twisted its neck stiffly, screamed twice, and left in embarrassment, disappearing into the night very quickly.

Ling Biyao's handsome face was still as cold and hard as a puppet, as if carefully carved by someone, without any emotion or expression, he stared out the window fixedly, as if waiting for something to arrive.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Gradually, a sound like gnawing on a bone sounded from nowhere, and a bloody hand suddenly touched the window sill. The young man watched coldly as a lump of inhuman flesh crawled up in front of him, opened and fell. "You knew I'd come," whispered the blood clotted mouth.

He tilted his head, and said indifferently as if he couldn't smell the disgusting bloody smell: "You are exhausted."

"Tonight... I shouldn't be the one to die, the wizard has already figured it out!" The monster was about to go crazy, his body was smeared with blood, and even stained Ling Biyao's lapel. "The wizard told me...you changed tonight!" fate..."

"The moon will be gone, you..."

"You don't think I'm here to pay for your life!" The monster's voice was terribly hoarse, and he interrupted him with a low growl, "Before the moon completely disappears, I can break your neck just by stretching out my hand."

Ling Biyao acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and stood up straight and lifeless, and said with a straight look: "Those who count others can't count themselves. I have sacrificed my seven souls to six souls. What difference does it make between death and immortality?"

The monster was stunned for a moment, but he didn't make a move. He struggled to look at the dark moon that was about to disappear into the clouds, then turned back to stare at Ling Biyao's face, and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood from a smile: "Unexpectedly, you are also a poor person, you He changed his life six times for Ling Yitian, does he know?"

"What's the matter with you."

"I am happy! You will be extremely miserable in life or death. You will be like a puppet in life, and you will fall into the abyss when you die! I might as well let you live like death, hahahahahaha...do everything but no one Knowing that, you will still be rejected, this is you human beings, disgusting and sad."

As if he had never been so happy, he laughed and twisted his invisible body until the last ray of moonlight disappeared, which just hid the end of his voice.

Ling Biyao stood quietly, watching the huge monster turn into a wisp of green smoke, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He was as unwavering as he was at the beginning, as if nothing had ever happened.

The door behind him was suddenly slightly pushed open, Ling Yitian raised his head and said worriedly: "Biyao, why are you still up so late?"

The young man turned his head, his mouth hanging up like a string, and he gave an extremely stiff and ugly smile: "Sleep right away."

In the night, Ling Yitian didn't notice anything unusual, but just sniffed, wondering how could there be a trace of demonic energy in the secret, but it didn't show up, and said softly: "Go to bed earlier, if you don't feel well, tell brother."

"understood."

The door of the room was closed again, Ling Yitian picked up the exorcism sword and ran out, but he didn't find anything wrong with his younger brother from the beginning to the end.

Ling Biyao walked slowly to the bedside, and for a long time, murmured to the shadow: "April [-]th, everything is over, everything is over..."

"That's it!" Chang Wuyou shouted, and the staff on the side quickly turned off the scene simulator, and all the realistic scenes finally disappeared, and returned to the appearance of the set.A staff member touched his arm and complained in a low voice: "I said at the time that there is no need for monsters to be so disgusting, you have to squeeze them like that!"

"It was the director who wanted this kind of effect. I had goosebumps all over my body at the time, but thanks to Mao Mi, I was able to act in front of this..."

Chang Wuyouquan pretended not to hear, walked over and patted Mao Mi on the shoulder: "This time is good, you are getting better now."

"...Thank you." Mao Mi rubbed her sore eyes that hadn't blinked, only then realized that her hands were extremely cold and her body was covered in cold sweat.

This is the fifth time, and each time makes him more integrated into it, just now he almost thought that he really lost his six souls, the deep sorrow, the intertwined love and hatred, and the bone-chilling desolation were nothing but nothingness in the end .He can no longer feel any emotions, and there is only one belief left in his last soul, which is to change his last life for Ling Yitian.

"My name is Ling Biyao. I came to this world on April [-]th. My dream is to be a scientist..."

A child's voice sounded, and Mao Mi came back to his senses. When he turned around, he saw that the video of Ling Biyao's fifth birthday was recorded by the staff before they checked them.In the picture, the little child is sitting in front of the cake and making a wish, surrounded by relatives.

"My Bi Yao is so good." Mom put a birthday hat on him.

Grandma also smiled and stuffed a finger in his hand: "Grandma gave this to my grandson. My grandson wears it. He must live a long life, a long life..."

Mao Mi couldn't help touching the wrench she hadn't taken off yet, her eyes felt sore, she held back and walked away quickly.

A faint voice followed his steps.

"...I want my brother to live a long life..."

"Okay, okay, you know it, come and cut the cake..."

Long Xiaoxiao saw that Mao Mi had finished filming, so she hurriedly put a blanket on him, and handed the thermos cup filled with hot water to Mao Mi: "Why are you shaking so much?"

Mao Mi shook his head, and heard Chang Wuyou telling him to go back first, so he forced a smile and said, "Go back."

Today he finished work early, and it was only afternoon when he got to the room. Taking advantage of the sunny day, he went to the terrace to read a book and added a topic to his lesson preparation. Unfortunately, this long-lost warm afternoon did not warm him up at all. , but made him more upset.Seeing the sun slanting to the west, Mao Mi stretched her waist and went to the kitchen to prepare some side dishes.

Just after washing the dishes, Zhinao flew to his eyes: "There is a video! There is a video!"

"Take it." Mao Mi took the time to glance at the name and said without any emotion.

The intellectual brain instantly turned into a light screen as tall as a person, floating with Mao Mi's movements.

On the light screen is a couple. The two are dressed in elegant and fashionable clothes. They look very good and look very young.

"Mimi, long time no see, miss us?" The woman brought her face closer and smiled.

Mao Mi laughed, but her voice did not fluctuate: "Mom."

"Your dad and I just went on a long trip. We spent two months on their starship. There was no signal. I was so anxious that I couldn't contact you." The woman said coquettishly, "Miya, I I heard that you are acting right after landing, don’t worry, when it’s released, we’ll guarantee to cover all the theaters in the area!”

After she finished speaking proudly, she paused again and asked in a low voice, "Husband, where is this coming from?"

The man smiled dotingly, and said: "Son, this is Zanghuxing, look, there are residents of Zanghuxing behind, with such long tails! Look, look!"

Mao Mi simply stopped cooking and looked behind them carefully. Sure enough, he saw many tiger people walking around with their tails flicking. He couldn't help laughing: "It's very cute."

Seeing that he looked a little lonely, the woman hurriedly comforted him: "Mi Mi, all the travel gifts have been sent to you. Please use Star Mail, they will arrive soon. This time I promise to catch up with your birthday."

"Got it, thank you."

Seeing what she wanted to say, the man squeezed her hand in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I see you are cooking, so I won't bother you, eat well, and call you later."

"it is good."

Maoya lowered her head, stretched out her hand and clicked the end button.

Zhinao flew back again, Mao Mi looked back and continued to chop vegetables.

He was slowly cutting vegetables, listening to the regular sound of the knife, smiled wryly and said, "It's been 20 years, I'm used to it, aren't I?"

Mao Mi's father is a painter, and his mother is a designer. When he was five years old, they left him to play all over the universe, and the number of times he went home can be counted on one's fingers.They said it needed inspiration, and in fact the journey did bring them countless inspirations, which made them famous for the Commonwealth long ago.His father's paintings are wild and unconstrained, and they are extremely gorgeous. People often say that his paintings are miniature universes, in which everything is contained.The fashions designed by my mother can reach the highest hall every time. If there is no her show in the fashion week, it will only become a laughing stock.

But these have nothing to do with him.

No one knew they had a son, and some even thought he was an orphan, such as the old professor.

Mao Mi still remembers his shocked expression when he knew that he did not escape from the orphanage.

"You bastard! You bastard! Don't you care about the federal law?" The old man was so angry that he couldn't breathe properly, staring at the child in front of him, and said several times, no wonder.No wonder such a small child can run out of the door alone, so no one cares at all!A child living on a smart housekeeper is really a crime. For the first time, the elderly think that the invention of a smart housekeeper is so wrong.

On the spot, he canceled the guiding function of Mao Mi Smart Butler.

"Don't take such risks again in the future." The old man said earnestly. Although there are no bad people now, it is too dangerous to run around the city with the smart housekeeper. "If you have something to ask the teacher, don't go out by yourself! Got it?"

"Understood." Xiao Maoya nodded obediently.

"Oh... that's fine, come on, the teacher will teach you to read first, so that the little bastards in your class will envy you to death."

The past was like a tide, Mao Mi wiped away the tears stimulated by the onion, and sucked her nose.

Zhinao automatically played a song for him on the table.

The soothing music echoed in the room, as if an invisible hand was gently touching his head.