Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Kunpeng has seen human beings kiss, but he doesn't understand the meaning.

He hid behind the thick clouds and looked at the floating island. The morning glow knocked on people's doors. When he saw off his husband, his wife would always tiptoe and kiss him lightly;

"This action is really weird. We would never knock other people's beaks with our own beaks." A wild goose passing by him at that time commented.

"It's an expression of affection."

"To express love, it would be fine to give him young shoots with morning dew, or even fresh and plump fish and shrimp."

"Others don't love this."

Dayan was incredible: "Eating fish is not active, and there is a problem with thinking. Let's go."

It flapped its wings, and the geese passed without a trace, leaving Kunpeng alone.

In the middle of the night, the snow stopped, and the silence was like an undercurrent.

The side of Zhulong's couch is a round window.

He fell asleep peacefully, the cold white snow came in, and his whole body was as if shrouded in a cold light, beautiful and solemn, so perfect that the sky light was extremely dim compared to it.

But this beauty makes people dare not touch it.

Mountains and rivers are his backbone, rivers and seas are his blood, and wind and rain change between breaths and breaths. Compared with them, Kunpeng himself is as ridiculous as a strange ice sculpture he made.

Kunpeng felt his surging blood gradually subside.In order not to disturb Zhulong, he pulled his hand very slightly, and only then did he notice that when he was holding the stove just now, he was in a hurry, and the marks of the handle of the stove were burned on his hands.

It's good that I didn't find it, but once it was found, the scar would be painful.

He remembered that there were some medicinal herbs in the side cabinet, after thinking it over and over again, he decided not to alarm Zhulong about this trivial matter, and gently opened the drawer.

"Strange, I remember it's here." Kunpeng rummaged through it lightly, turning to the more hidden side drawer.

As soon as he pulled it away, the movement of his hands stopped immediately.

There is an ice dragon sculpture in the side drawer. Not only is it ugly, but it also looks like it was broken and pieced together.

It was the one he gave to Zhulong and smashed with his own hands.

"..."

Kunpeng slowly closed the side drawer.

When he got up in the morning, Zhulong leaned on a corner of the wooden couch and flipped through a book, and the cold wind blew in through the window, shaking the plain tassels on his crane cloak to flutter.

"Candle Dragon."

The bamboo curtain was lifted gently, and Qingyang walked in with a Linglong food box, smiling.

"I made some plum-blossom cakes, and I thought there would be a greedy person here, so I brought them here."

On the food box brought by Qingyang, there are a few green plums hanging on them, carrying clear frost flowers, which match Zhulong's plain clothes especially.

Zhulong raised his eyelids, and gave "greedy" a light look.

"Greedy" Kunpeng tried his best to keep his face sullen, pretending that Qingyang's arrival had nothing to do with him.

Qingyang also helped to cover up: "It's really just because of plum blossom cakes."

"This is not an example." Zhulong silently glanced at Kunpeng, restraining the cold light in his eyes.

... Sure enough, he couldn't hide it.

Taking advantage of Zhulong's deep sleep, he ran to find Qingyang in the middle of the night, shaking off Zhulong's injuries, and almost brought him here on the spot - of course, these Zhulongs would not allow it.

Kunpeng looked like a caught stealing cat, his face flushed instantly, just staying here made his whole body numb with embarrassment, he pretended to remember something, and hurried out the door.

When he was about to go out, he heard Qingyang lower his voice: "Show me the injury..."

Kunpeng glanced back.

Zhulong took off his plain white clothes halfway, revealing his thin and snow-white back between the hanging silver hair, and the white bones protruding from the wound seemed to be mocking him.As for Qingyang, he was leaning over to inspect it carefully.

Kunpeng felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He lowered his head and quickened his pace, but he ran straight into something.

"—Fei Lian!"

bang.

Both lose.

Snapped.

With a twitch of the wattle in his hand, the plum blossom tree trembled from Kunpeng's blow, and instead shook the snow from the little bird's head and neck.

"Don't be like this, please." Fei Lian frowned, his antlers were not yet strong, like young branches, "Everything has a spirit. This plum tree also has a spirit."

"Everything has a spirit... I still have spirit!"

Fei Lian gave him a blank look, didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly instigated the plum blossom tree to hit him with a branch.

"Don't, don't! I was wrong, can't I be wrong!"

The plum blossom tree stopped, and the little bird of God angrily threw down the wattle.

This direction happens to be able to vaguely see the Candle Dragon in the room through the round window.He tilted his head slightly, his long and smooth hair poured down like moonlight, and only a little crease on his brow revealed his pain.

Qingyang stood behind him, he always looked quite gentle, even if he didn't smile, he was like a spring breeze.

Zhulong showed half of her beautiful shoulders, and her straight collarbone line was particularly eye-catching.I don't know what Qingyang said, but he actually smiled softly, and his eyes unexpectedly showed warmth and softness—Kunpeng rarely saw him smile, let alone such a soft and beautiful smile.

"Fei Lian." Kunpeng's voice was muffled, "...do you like Qingyang?"

Fei Lian almost fell off the plum blossom tree: "You...why do you ask such a question suddenly?" Kunpeng gave him a strange look: "I just asked casually, why are you so overreacted?"

"Oh."

After a while, Fei Lian answered him with some embarrassment: "... I like it... I guess. He is so powerful, he can move thousands of miles of stars with a wave of his hand, and the world will collapse when he talks and laughs, but he is gentle and peaceful, and never exerts power over others. He... Well then, who wouldn't like it."

"Yes." Kunpeng lowered his voice, "Who doesn't like it."

He lifted up the gravel next to him, and the small stone jumped up and hit the round window with a crash, causing Zhulong and Qingyang to look over at the same time.

"withdraw!"

"You're still so skinny even after you're over 500 years old." Seeing Feilian Kunpeng running away, Qingyang smiled helplessly.

"Still young."

"The matter of Buzhou Mountain will be dealt with in this way. I will completely dismantle it and scatter it among the mountains and rivers. After that, there will be no road to the sky in the world. It's just that if Buzhou Mountain disappears, you... will lose a piece of your spine. meeting……"

Qingyang couldn't find a more restrained word: "It hurts."

"It doesn't matter to me." Zhulong said calmly, "I was too lenient with them before, and I should be punished."

"Ah."

Qingyang raised his hand, he didn't rely on the line of strength, but put his own hand on the bone spur protruding from Zhulong's back, clenched tightly, and pulled out.

Zhulong held the hand of the wooden couch and tightened it instantly.

Mount Buzhou happens to grow on the dragon veins, it is the fifth backbone of Zhulong, it stands firm, tightly tied to the backbone of the earth, even if Qingyang's joints turn white with force, they remain motionless.

Thousands of miles away, the collapsed Buzhou Mountain began to tremble together with this bone spur.

Qingyang and Zhulong were talking to divert his attention, but suddenly exerted force in his hand, pulling out the deeply rooted bone spur in one fell swoop.Zhulong's body paused for a moment, endured it, and didn't make any sound.

Above the earth, the majesty is not perfect, and it collapses in an instant.

"Okay." Qingyang began to treat the wound: "Buzhou Mountain has been disintegrated by me. It's just hard work for you, and you need to rest for a while."

"I am fine."

"By the way, how do you think about the five floating islands?"

"..."

Zhulong didn't make a sound when he pulled out the bone spur just now, but such an ordinary sentence made Zhulong make a low sound.

Qingyang stopped his hands instantly: "What? Is there pain somewhere?"

Zhulong shook his head very slowly, his silver hair scattered on his back, shining faintly.

This is not the first time that Qingyang has mentioned this matter to him.The five floating islands are developing extremely well. According to Qingyang, they are the most advanced civilizations he has ever seen.

He wants Kunpeng to be the patron saint, to protect the Wufang Xiandao.This means that Kunpeng will move out of Hongmeng Road and no longer live with Zhulong.

"Must he go?"

"Why. You were asked to accept it at the beginning, but you don't want it. Now you are asked to pay it back, but you still don't pay it back."

He continued to persuade softly: "You should let go and let him practice. Besides, Kunpeng has full wings and was born to rule the sky.

Look at Fei Lian, he is a little older than him, but he manages the Three Thousand Alien Realms extremely well. "

"..."

Qingyang: "Still unwilling?"

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Qingyang reminded in a low voice: "Candle Dragon?"

"He belongs to the sky."

"That……"

"But I always feel that he is still immature."

"Qingyang, am I strange?"

"Teaching, it should be to make him more outstanding. But when this day really comes, I am a little... hard to accept."

Even forced him to stay by the pillow yesterday.

Candle Dragon: "Can you understand?"

"Hmm..." Qingyang turned his head and thought for a while, then gave up with a helpless smile, "I can't understand it. I don't have this kind of experience. Maybe I will have the opportunity to teach someone in the future, so that I can understand your feelings .”

Outside the window, Kunpeng had already run away, and the plum blossom branch he was leaning on just now was still shaking, as if beckoning him to come back.

"...Maybe I can't understand." Zhulong closed his collar calmly.

Qingyang set out the plum blossom crisps and brought up the empty food box, intending to give up.He was about to leave the room when he suddenly heard a voice behind him: "When is he going?"

In the evening when the lights were turned on, Kunpeng suddenly became greedy, and was so anxious that he could not sit still until Zhulong raised his hand and gently pushed the plum blossom crisps on the side of the couch.

There was a slight warmth in Zhulong's brows and eyes. He lowered his eyes and watched Kunpeng holding plum blossom crisps in both hands, eating them very carefully. His fiery red sleeves slipped off, revealing his slender and fair wrists.

Kunpeng is usually naughty and stubborn, but he rarely calms down, but he is extraordinarily well-behaved.Zhulong's mood inexplicably eased a lot.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Kunpeng's face brightened for a moment, and then suddenly became cold. He quietly took away the plum blossom crisp, as if he didn't know how to eat it.

"how."

"It's nothing." Kunpeng pushed the Plum Blossom Crisp aside depressedly.

Qingyang's cooking is of course delicious.Not only delicious, but also three-point gentle.

He suddenly felt a little sour.

"Go to bed if you have nothing to do." Zhulong put on his clothes and lay down.

The companionship last night was actually a coincidence.It is the only coincidence in more than 500 years and 20 days.Zhulong didn't say it clearly, and Kunpeng also avoided mentioning it, intending to extend this coincidence a little longer.

He waited until Zhulong fell asleep completely.

In fact, Kunpeng didn't understand what Qingyang did, but he guessed that it must be very painful. Even in his sleep, Zhulong frowned tightly, as if being entangled by thorns and about to be dragged into an endless abyss.

It was not until a long time later that he found out that on that day, Zhulong's spine was severed.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Zhulong gently closed his eyes, he finally calmed down a lot in his sleep, his hair was scattered like a trickle.Kunpeng recalled that today, between his loose hair, there was a small piece of his thin and white back.

"It will be hard to see you in the future."

No answer.The appearance of the evil dragon sleeping peacefully is surprisingly gentle.

"Nice dream."

Kunpeng leaned over, casting a shadow on his sleeping face.He gently kissed the thin and clear lips.

"!"

Kunpeng stood up abruptly, his blood surging, he took a quick step back, completely at a loss for the scene in front of him.

What is he doing?

What are you thinking again?

Candle Dragon...if you know...

He ran out quickly.

In the quiet night, Zhulong opened his eyes.

Beside the couch, there is a bud bearing the night dew.

The author has something to say: Sheep and sheep: take Qingyang away, Qingyang is unique