Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

In the chaos of coma, Wu Shuyang had many complicated and beautiful dreams.

He dreamed that peaches and apricots were flying, and a young man in brocade clothes and golden saddles rode past on a horse, and the horseshoes stepped on the flowers along the way.

He dreamed that he was going to the east of the river, and the two of them took a boat to watch the sky and clouds together. After a while, the dream was clear, and when he woke up, the boat was full of stars. [1]

He dreamed that every year, with beautiful and warm fur, someone would hold his hand and teach him to write stroke by stroke. The last point of "Jue" was clicked, and the deep snow in the courtyard collapsed the pine branches.

The shadows of candles on the screen were chaotic, and the handsome man patiently watched him drink a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge.He had been hungry for a long time, drinking all over his face, the man smiled softly, and wiped the porridge stains on his cheeks with a handkerchief.

In his dream, he yelled those two haunting words over and over again, each time making his heart tremble.

"Qingyang. Qingyang."

In the dream, the young man didn't know the ending from now on, he smiled carefreely, thinking that the peaceful and peaceful days would last forever.

The sound of jade leaks, the fire in the courtyard, the light of swords and swords disrupted a series of dreams, and the flames of karma ignited. It was a massacre battlefield where blood flowed into rivers and corpses piled up in flames.

No one knows why General Wu, who opposed the rebellion, fought against the king's army with his hands, and why he became the devil king. [2]

The sound of music was leisurely, and a ray of fragrant wind entered the dream, pulling him away from the nightmare.

In the darkness, Wu Shuyang opened his eyes.He was lying on a somewhat familiar bed with a quiet bouquet of baby's breath on the bedside.

Wu Shuyang got up, weakness and pain still lingered in his body, and he felt a dull pain in his head.He was familiar with this feeling, either it was a fever, or the demon heart that had always been restrained broke through the shackles.

He really shouldn't have been fighting continuously, he had been chasing Zhang Yongqing for several months before the twin cocoon world.After the twin cocoon world, he searched for Jian Mingshu's information overnight, and then followed Jian Mingshu's steps to monitor the cocoon world.

After all this hard work, I don't know if he will lose his habitual restraint.

The memory of yesterday has been fragmented since Jian Mingshu walked towards the Velociraptor Lord God. Even how he lay on this bed was chaotic and blurred.

From far away, there seemed to be a trace of music, and for a moment, he thought it was his own dream or auditory hallucination, but the increasingly clear consciousness made him feel that this was not a dream.

Followed by the seemingly absent music, he passed through the door and walked through the long and dark corridor.

"...I will take you into my greenhouse

You can't escape the scent of flowers..."

Wu Shuyang vaguely remembered the name of this song, which was "Girl in the Flower House" that had been played in the surveillance cocoon world.

Okay, why did Jian Mingshu suddenly play this song?

He walked to the end of the road with faint singing, and gently pushed open the door with a glimmer of light.

The room was small, with thick carpets and sound-absorbing treatment on the walls. There was a grand piano on one side and large floor-to-ceiling windows on the other.

Facing the window, Jian Mingshu was leaning on a smooth white single bed, wearing glasses, quietly reading a book of "Selected Poems of Wordsworth".

His glasses have beautiful new wire edges, and elegant silver leaf chains hang from the temples, hanging down, embellishing the profile of his face very delicately and beautifully.

The sound of opening the door startled him, Jian Mingshu raised his head to look at the door of the room, his brows were calm and gentle, like the wind of peach blossoms in spring, flying straight into his heart.

At that moment, he felt his heart, which was as dead as dead, began to beat powerfully.Starting from the apex of the heart, a strange numb feeling traveled all over the body like the wind.

This is really strange, he obviously just looked up at himself.

He hadn't seen this face that made him frightened for a long time.It's been so long that he has forgotten how he surrendered, how he was willing to live for it, die for it, and be invincible for it, and fell into the abyss for it.

After the song "Greenhouse Girl" finished singing, she began to narrate it from the beginning again, and happened to sing that line - "You dare not look up at my face".

This reminded Wu Shuyang of his face in the cocoon world, covered with a light golden hollow mask.He is different from the usual gentle man, with soft and graceful hair, flowing eyes, and that little red lips, which are heart-wrenching, another kind of beauty.

It is similar to Qingyang Shenyun, but slightly different.

Just recalling the pictures in his memory, he could feel his heartbeat, which had been silent for a long time, start to speed up and sprint.

Heart-pounding.

"Wake up. I can really sleep." Jian Mingshu's soft voice came along with the singing.

This time, Wu Shuyang slept from the early morning when he came back to the dawn of the day.

"Okay, what happened to you this morning?" Jian Mingshu asked.

Wu Shuyang's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Jian Mingshu closed the book, got up and stretched a little, and asked casually: "Are you hungry?"

"—No, do you eat? Our Yingzhu never eats—or, once or twice a year is enough."

In this regard, Yingzhu is no different from ordinary ghosts in the world.

In the world, even the worst ghosts have to worship once a year, otherwise, the good ghosts will be so hungry that their spiritual energy will be exhausted and turn into a wisp of green smoke in a short time.

Wu Shuyang nodded: "Eat."

However, listening to what the other said, he felt a little suspicious, did Jian Mingshu regard him as the same evil spirit as Yingzhu?

The person in front of him has changed into gray-blue home clothes, paired with soft and clean white pants, his graceful hair looks like it has just been washed, and his body is full of refreshing tea fragrance.

He looks clean and soft, like the best sunshine in March when peaches and plums are blooming.

The spring breeze is called Ming Shu, and the spring day is called Qingyang.

Ming Shu and Qingyang.

Changing back and forth, his name can't get around this gentle season.

Jian Mingshu didn't know what was going on in the other party's mind, he carried the book and lazily walked towards the door: "There is nothing to eat at home, you can only make do with it."

The man walked over with loose steps, but Wu Shuyang couldn't help but hold his breath.

Seeing the scar on Jian Mingshu's neck at a glance, he frowned slightly: "The wound on your neck...?"

The wound has been simply cleaned, no more bleeding, only a few deep bite marks and a patch of bruise remain.

The bite marks on the fragile neck are like wild mountain flowers blooming everywhere, which has another kind of beauty.It has to be said that this scar matches his fair neck so well, as if this delicate place should be branded by nature.

Jian Mingshu glanced at him lazily, and there was a bit of amusing anger in his eyes.He didn't answer Wu Shuyang's question.

"Who bit it?" Wu Shuyang asked.

A sullen anger rose in his heart—who hurt his Mingshu——

At this time, Jian Mingshu happened to pass by him, and walked towards the kitchen with the book in his arms.A burst of light fragrance passed by, without turning his head, he lazily replied:

"Dog bites."

Wu Shuyang's gaze followed the past suspiciously.

The tooth marks on the nape of his neck, with two extra deep small marks, are quite symmetrical, revealing the perpetrator's pair of pointed teeth.

Wu Shuyang felt the guide in the dark night.

He touched his lips in embarrassment. He usually spoke in a small way, which was hard to be noticed, but he did have two small and sharp canine teeth.

Is it...

Nervousness, excitement and guilt came together, and he seemed to be taken out of time in an instant, and he almost staggered.

There began to be some pyrotechnic noises from the kitchen.He hasn't tasted Mingshu's cooking skills yet, and when he thinks that the children in Pingdu Hospital can often eat it, he feels a bit sour in his heart.

His movements are familiar, and he seems to be familiar with the kitchen, especially the appearance of a bag of fried eggs, which makes people feel extraordinarily refreshing and handsome, and radiant.

Maybe it was because he was worried that Wu Shuyang was too hungry, so the whole waiting process was not long.

It's just that the concise "make do" is not at the same level as Wu Shuyang expected.

"Here, let's make do with it."

The whole process took less than 10 minutes, and when it was served, the richness was beyond his imagination: a round sun fried egg, a few fragrant crispy bacon, a small piece of toast, and a pile of red and sticky I don't know what it is.

Wu Shuyang sat at the first place on the right side of the dining table, looked down at the suspicious mushy thing on the plate, and didn't start it.

"This is baked beans in tomato sauce. It doesn't look good, but the taste is okay. You wake up too late and you don't have anything at home. It's the fastest way to make these."

While explaining, he brought Wu Shuyang a cup of black tea by his hand, sat on the host's seat, propped his chin, and patiently looked at the person in front of him.

Jian Mingshu seemed to be in a pretty good mood.It relieved Wu Shuyang's worry about the string of tooth marks in his heart.

Wu Shuyang scooped some up and tasted it, and seemed to agree with the statement that "the taste is not bad", and then began to eat in a gentle manner.

It didn't look like he had been hungry for a long time, but he seemed to be deliberately suppressing it and eating it with a pretentious appearance.

He ate cautiously, and the tomato juice still somewhat stained his thin lips with a maple red color.There was a little maple stain on the corner of the mouth, like a tiny speck of cinnabar, eye-catching as if burning one's mind.

This cold and pale face, paired with the tomato juice on his lips, finally has a touch of humanity.

Wu Shuyang's appearance can be called Wangyou, who made Jian Mingshu gnaw a few mouthfuls of his revenge on him, and forgot to the horizon in minutes.

Seeing him eating in a serious manner, Jian Mingshu couldn't help laughing, and his forehead hair swayed slightly.

"What's so funny?" Wu Shuyang asked strangely.

"This is funny."

Jian Mingshu took out a neatly folded silk handkerchief from nowhere, and gently wiped off the maple color around his lips.

"How grown up, you can still eat everywhere." Jian Mingshu said softly.

Wu Shuyang was taken aback by this move, and let him wipe off the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were complicated, Jian Mingshu was smiling, but his smile gradually cooled down.

Wu Shuyang was clearly looking at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at him. It felt like he saw someone else through him.

He silently withdrew his hand, only feeling that he was as abrupt as a biting child.

There was an awkward silence for a while.Wu Shuyang, who was already eating cautiously, seemed to be even more tasteless.

Jian Mingshu changed the subject, trying to defuse the atmosphere: "Let me say, what do you think of me?"

This straightforward question was like sparks falling into the wasteland, igniting Wu Shuyang's heart.

The author has something to say: [1] Hua used "I don't know the sky is in the water when I am drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the galaxy".

[2] Wu Shuyang fought Qin Wangjun with his hands: Generally speaking, the rebel army and Qin Wangjun are opposites.The rebels rebelled in order to kill the emperor; Qin Wang was in order to save the emperor.Wu Shuyang opposed the rebellion, but slaughtered King Qin's army who was supposed to be on the same front as him.

**The title of the chapter comes from Xin Qiji's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom"

I see how charming the green hills are,

Liu Qingshan sees me as it should be.

love and appearance,

slightly similar.