Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

"Snowing!"

"In August, how could it snow...ah, it really snowed!"

When get out of class was about to end, crystal clear snow began to float.

The sun has not yet set, and in the pale golden light, the sky is full of clouds.

Some lively girls leaned on the windows, raised their faces to admire the first snow in the wrong season.

...and snow again.

The world is like a gap, you can have a few surprises.

Kunpeng smiled lightly and bowed his head, not intending to control the order, and let them feel the abnormal beauty.

"It's so beautiful... It's like snowflakes are flying across the sky."

He raised his head and looked out of the window inadvertently. There was a person standing in the snow, his clothes with silver stripes on a white background were covered with frost and snow.

……This is impossible.

The textbook in Kunpeng's hand slowly fell on the table.

He still has silvery long hair, soft as cold water.The long and narrow eyes clearly have a kind of indifference far away from the world, but no matter who they look at, they seem to be full of affection.

"Ten minutes of self-study."

The students couldn't wait for it, and at the order, they flocked to the bedside and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the wonderful scene in the sky.

The female student who first noticed something strange pointed to the figure of Professor Yu Weikun in the heavy snow: "Professor Yu asked us to study by ourselves, but he is more impatient than us to play in the snow. They all ran out!"

"who am I?"

As Kunpeng expected, this question made Zhulong shake his head.

Kunpeng's house uses a lot of dark stones, giving it a cold and oppressive feeling.

He supported the dark gray stone table with one hand, bent down, and looked at the indifferent person in front of him, "...Do you not remember, or is there some other reason."

A floor lamp was turned on sideways, and the cold white light and rich shadow intertwined on Zhulong's deep side face, making him look like he had no fireworks at all.His Adam's apple with a strong sense of presence slipped, and his clear eyes looked over, making Kunpeng's heart skip a beat.

He's still the same as always, even though he's forgotten everything.

Kunpeng looked at him, and suddenly his expression softened: "However, the paper-like appearance is much cuter than the big evil dragon."

Zhulong looked at Kunpeng, half understanding.His silver hair poured down like water, shimmering faintly under the light, and it must feel like brocade drapes and soft to the touch.

Just as Kunpeng raised his hand, Zhulong, who had been sitting peacefully all this time, suddenly turned his head, avoiding his dishonest hand just right.

"—I forgot everything, but I didn't forget when I saw it." Kunpeng didn't succeed, a little resentful, "Also, can you stop this for a while, my house will be turned into a refrigerator by you soon."

There is only such a floor lamp in his house.In the illuminated hood-shaped area, soft snowflakes fluttered and slowly accumulated on the table.

"Are you in a bad mood, that's why it's snowing so much?" Kunpeng said in a low voice.

"...I forgot, you don't even remember." Kunpeng sighed softly, "You are sure, you don't even remember the reason for your sadness."

Candle Dragon lowered his eyes.

"Then we have met for the first time now. I'll teach you, I'm Kunpeng's father." Kunpeng pointed at himself, and began to fool around seriously, "You have to listen to what father says, do you understand?"

Snowflakes fluttered, and Zhulong's shoulders were covered with frost. He looked at Kunpeng calmly, wondering what he was thinking.

Kunpeng waved his hand depressingly, and the snow in the room became lighter: "It's snowing so much, I'll clean it up tomorrow."

His hand was suddenly grabbed by Zhulong.Zhulong's body temperature was still so frosty, as if it was ice that could not cover the heat.

"Okay, okay, I know that you are cold and noble, and you walk with special effects. I won't touch it, and it won't hinder your fairy spirit." Kunpeng said, trying to pull his hand away, but found that the other party was extremely serious and didn't let go.

"You are so unreasonable..."

"...Cold Crisp Wind Flower."

Kunpeng was taken aback by his actions.

Suddenly there was a smile in Zhulong's dull expression, under the fluttering snowflakes, it was as beautiful as the light of the sky.The smile was fleeting, leaving only a faint gleam in his eyes.

"Peng likes it very much."

Memories of the past are like falling snow, coming one after another.Kunpeng's hand loosened, and the playful smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"...you forgot everything, why do you remember this?"

"It's snowing!!"

This is the beginning of snow this year. When we wake up in the morning, the ground is covered with a thin layer of frost, and the courtyard is as white as the sky.Dapeng was wearing a beautiful winter coat with a red background, and the multicolored feathers on his shoulders shook with his jumping, lively like a ball of beautiful fireworks.

"Peng seems to like snow very much."

Qingyang stood under the low eaves, and there were many fine snowflakes on the sleeves of the blue and white gauze.

"Child, always watching everything is lively."

Zhulong stood by his side, with his sleeves facing the wind, not even a whiff of the flying snow touched his body.

"Peng." Qingyang smiled softly at him: "I'll show you something more interesting."

"What... oh my god!"

In an instant, the thin snow and ice crystals deposited under the feet gently floated up and flew upside down into the sky.

Kunpeng was looking up blankly, when suddenly his body lightened, and the reverse wind blew him up in the air.His small body lost balance in an instant, almost falling from the air to the ground.

"Zhulong, don't fall on him!" Qingyang reminded.

"nothing."

"...It's so much fun!"

Kunpeng had already figured out the trick, he opened his arms, let the whole body float, facing the direction of the wind.The slightly cool snowflakes fluttered from bottom to top and hit his cheeks and neck, which was cool and itchy, making him laugh.

The coldness between Zhulong's brows faded away, and snowflakes swept across his extremely shallow smile, like the first ray of spring melting the thousand-year-old snow.

Qingyang: "Come down after playing for a while, don't catch a cold."

"I won't catch a cold!"

Kunpeng put his hands on his hips subconsciously, and lost his balance, and fell straight to the ground.

"careful!"

He covered his eyes in fright, waiting to fall heavily on the ground, but not long after he fell, he seemed to be wrapped around something soft and sank into the cold and soft snowflakes.

Kunpeng moved one of his fingers away quietly, and a palm-shaped ice crystal wrapped around him, letting him lie on the soft snowflakes.

"I don't need your help."

Zhulong closed his eyes indifferently, turned and left, leaving only a ray of cold wind.

Kunpeng pursed his lips and looked at Zhulong's leaving back, and slid down from the ice crystal supporting him: "I...have made him unhappy again."

Qingyang came over and gently patted his head: "It's not necessarily that he is angry with you. He may feel that he almost fell you."

"Where can I fall here? Besides, so what if I fall." Kunpeng raised his face nonchalantly, "I will defeat the big dragon and become a great hero in the future."

Qingyang lowered his head and smiled softly: "Okay."

"Big Evil Dragon!!"

Another year of winter snow, cold and crisp, accompanied by rustling wind and flowers.

Under the green lamp, Zhulong leaned on the bamboo couch and held the bamboo slips in his hand. From the corner of his eye, he unconsciously swam to the door, waiting for the young man to walk in with a high spirit.

Waited and waited, not to mention the sound of footsteps, not even the sound of flapping wings.

"Big Evil Dragon!"

Suddenly, Kunpeng's voice came from behind, and he leaned casually on the round window, trying to look at him: "Scared."

The letter in Zhulong's hand tightened slightly, and he glanced at him indifferently.

"You're just scared, your books are all down."

"..."

Zhulong turned the scroll back calmly and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Snowing!"

Zhulong looked back at him.

Kunpeng's cheeks were flushed with cold, but his eyes were extremely bright.The soft snow velvet fell on his hair and embellished the fiery red feathers trembling on his shoulders. He held out an extremely ugly dragon-shaped snow sculpture from behind, "Here, here you go. It's handsome."

"..."

The room was warm, and the ice dragon melted a little as soon as it touched the heat from the window, and the dragon's horns and whiskers were twisted ridiculously.Kunpeng lowered his brows, looking at the ugly sculpture that looked like a joke.

"It's just melted, and it's worth being sad." Zhulong put down the scroll in his hand, and the candle warmed his frosty complexion. Bigger and better looking ice dragon, "Look, it's that simple."

He looked over with a light smile, only to find that Kunpeng was frowning, and there was even some water in his eyes.

"……you?"

Kunpeng threw the half-melted ice dragon in his hand, turned his head and left.

Seeing him walking away, Zhulong finally dispelled the illusion. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his body, and the silver-white robe was covered with bloodstains.

When it was almost time to blow the lamp, the door was opened with a bang.

Kunpeng carried the carved fireplace, and when he entered the door, he glanced sideways at Zhulong, put down the stove, turned his head and went out again.

After a while, it was Qingqiu.

"...What does this mean?"

Kunpeng gave him a sidelong glance, and just walked out without saying a word.

Come in again, it's a rattan chair, but this time it's only propped at the door.

When he came in for the last time, he brought a bowl of spiritual energy flowing through the stars.

Kunpeng turned his face to one side, and handed it to Zhulong with one hand: "Here."

He was a little surprised that Zhulong didn't pick it up.Even Qingyang can hide his illusion, how could he not hide it from Kunpeng who has only a few hundred years of experience.

Kunpeng directly stuffed the spiritual energy into the candle dragon's hand, and lowered his voice: "I know you have a problem, although... I don't know the reason. It is impossible for your book to be knocked down, and it is impossible for the ice dragon to only have four claws. Besides, your The phantom particles are trembling."

"..."

"...I haven't defeated you yet, you are not allowed to have any problems."

Zhulong narrowed his eyes and looked at the dim purple energy flowing on the spiritual energy: "If you want to win me, shouldn't you take advantage of it now?"

"What do you think of me!" Kunpeng glared at him, angrily lying on the wicker chair outside the door, with his back to Zhulong.

"What are you doing?"

Kunpeng didn't turn his head back: "Fell asleep!"

In the middle of the night, the Cordyceps are silent, and the stars and the moon fall asleep.

Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes.Yu Jia has a short-term predictive ability, which is much weaker inherited from him, and is closer to "intuition" than "precognition".

He intuitively felt that the situation inside the door was not right, and the surrounding night was too silent, even the rustling snow had no sound.

"Big evil dragon!" He pushed open the door and looked inside. The candle dragon was lying face-to-face, with silver hair flowing down the wooden couch, shining brightly.

He walked lightly towards the direction of Zhulong. He noticed something was wrong, touched the edge of the wooden couch with his left hand, and raised his hand like opening a curtain.

The veil-like particles dispersed, and the illusion shattered.

What he saw at a glance was a back that was as cold and clean as ice and snow, strong and graceful, with long silver threads covering most of it, which instead aroused people's imagination.

Soon he discovered the problem. The usually calm and easy-going Zhulong was lying in pain. He seemed to be entangled by an invisible monster, trying to consume all his willpower.Zhulong was restraining himself so hard that his voice was a little hoarse: "Let's go."

"You...what's the matter with you?"

Zhulong turned his face, his hair hung down on his snow-white shoulders, shining slightly, and when he flicked it, spots of blood were unexpectedly exposed.

"you……"

"Let's go, I'm fine." Zhulong's voice was a little tired.

Kunpeng brushed his soft hair straight away: "Is this all right?"

In the center of the perfect back, white bones protrude from the body. Just looking at it, one can feel the heart-wrenching pain caused by this wound.

"...It's okay." Zhulong coughed lightly, "If Zhoushan collapses, it will be fine after a few days of discomfort."

"Buzhou Mountain...that's..."

He didn't have the heart to go on.

Kunpeng looked at the white bones that had destroyed such a beautiful back in a daze, and the sharp fractures formed a thorn-like shape, which was shocking to watch.

Candle Dragon controls thousands of miles of wind, swallows the sun and the moon, the earth is his backbone, and the ocean is his sigh.

The landslide in Buzhou is the fracture of the backbone of the earth, and it is also the backbone of Zhulong.

No wonder he was so freaked out and hurt so badly.

"I... I'm going to move the stove."

He was in such a hurry that he didn't even care if the red-hot stove burned his hands. He put down the stove, and the room seemed to have a little warmth back.

Kunpeng hurried in and out, and moved many warm furs to hug him, but Zhulong was like frost and snow in the deep winter, it was not warm no matter what.

He really hated himself for being helpless.

"I...I'm going to find Qingyang."

Kunpeng looked at the horrific wound, feeling powerless like a wild beast that had harvested his internal organs.

"Don't startle him."

Zhulong suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The cold white snow light and deep wounds made Zhulong's complexion look as fragile as melting snow. Even his fingertips holding Kunpeng's wrist seemed extremely cold compared to Kunpeng's warm and scalding body temperature.

"No, in case something—"

"Do not."

Zhulong lay quietly on his side, and Kunpeng always had an illusion. When he looked at him, it was like a thousand years of ice, clearly clear and close, but he couldn't touch it.

"...accompany me."

Kunpeng froze in place.He never showed weakness, and even showed no weakness at all.But he...

Zhulong didn't let go of his hand, and Kunpeng didn't know how to react, so he remained in a stalemate.

"Don't go."

The corners of Zhulong's lips smiled faintly, like winter snow melting at that moment, but after careful searching, there was no trace.

But even such a brief smile is enough to confuse people.

Kunpeng's attitude softened, and he let him hold on, pulling him closer.

He felt that he was not normal.

Why did he find the evil dragon under the moonlight so beautiful, why did his heart throb like flying in the clouds, why did he...

Zhulong fell asleep peacefully, only the sound of his slight and steady breathing remained in the room.His skin was so white and glowing that it made people want to touch it, even if their fingertips were frozen.His lips were shallow and thin, without any surging blood, instead they looked like they were made of plum blossoms in the cold weather.

Kunpeng watched for a long time before he realized the terrible thought that came to him.

He wants to kiss the dragon in his sleep.

The snow was falling deeply.

The author has something to say: Fanwai takes emotional flow!

The opening timeline, careful friends may have noticed that August—it happens to be the beginning of the story of the last wish becoming a god, the eve of the Ghost Festival.

After that, Kunpeng was about one or two hundred years old when he played in the snow, and five or six hundred years old when he was injured.

What?How big is Candle Dragon?

The age of male gods is a secret~

(Well, seriously, he lives the same life as heaven and earth)

Thank you for the nutrient solution of "", "Shanlan Momo", "Abe Haruyuki", "BARD", "123 Wooden Man", "Fantasy Cookies", thank you, thank you, and stay with me until the episode (deep bow)