Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

When Wu Shuyang pulled himself into his arms, Jian Mingshu had already deeply regretted it - he really shouldn't have played blindly, and only made himself into it this morning.

When Jian Mingshu came to his senses, he was already lying on his back in Wu Shuyang's arms. He tried hard to turn over, but the other party bent down and restrained his protest with both arms.

Jian Mingshu immediately lowered his face and said seriously: "Release."

"Do not."

"Are you tired of living? If others were like this, I would have-"

Wu Shuyang glanced at him.

This man exerted brute force in his hands, but his eyes could pretend to be wronged.

"You're not being reasonable."

"Oh." Wu Shuyang snorted coldly.

Jian Mingshu couldn't laugh or cry at the other party's obvious self-willed appearance. For a moment, he even suspected that the tantrum guy in front of him was a counterfeit, which was completely different from the mature and wise appearance of Surveillance Cocoon World.

He struggled hard, and the opponent seemed to be struggling with him, and he was on the bar alive.

"………………How old are you?"

Unmoved, Wu Shuyang snorted contemptuously.That appearance, just like a child who snatched a lollipop and refused to let go.

"Okay Wu Shuyang, it's just a game, it's okay if you win. Let go."

"I didn't think of it as a game."

Jian Mingshu was taken aback.

As if he was afraid that the other party would not understand, he slowed down and said it again seriously:

"I didn't think of it as a game."

He looked into Jian Mingshu's eyes.Two people, one serious and one joking, have completely different frequencies.

"you……!"

Jian Mingshu wanted to reprimand again, but the sudden force made him unable to utter a word, and only uttered broken syllables.

He felt that he was caught in the puzzle of this morning again, thinking about everything, but he didn't understand why things unfolded like this.

Isn't this just an insignificant contest?

What's even more unpredictable is that although the person in front of him has put all his strength into hugging him, the palm on Jian Jian's hair is as precious as holding a treasure.

Obviously he took the initiative to pull her into his arms, but this hug was depressing and bitter, like a trapped animal at the end.

In the chaos, Jian Mingshu managed to break out a fist, and punched Wu Shuyang in the face.

The opponent didn't dodge or dodge, but this punch lost all strength and hit Wu Shuyang's shoulder weakly.

He saw Wu Shuyang's complicated eyes.

He looked at Wu Shuyang's eyes from triumphant to willful, and finally became sad and moved.He found sadness and sorrow in these eyes, as pitiful as a puppy abandoned in Xuetian, making people unable to take this punch.

What was he thinking, and why was he so touched.

"Dean." Wu Shuyang lowered his voice, "I don't want to be your subordinate anymore."

Again?

This word is used very strangely.It seems that he used to be Jian Mingshu's subordinate.

"I can go through every cocoon world in the future with you. But not for anything else."

Wu Shuyang rubbed him in his arms, the strength was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

Jian Mingshu's heart suddenly lost its rhythm, and the blood in his whole body was surging.There were some small expectations on the tip of his heart, although he would never admit his weird expectations.

The tip of Wu Shuyang's lips was almost touching Jian Mingshu's auricle, leaving only a few minutes of distance, lowered his voice, and said softly and clearly:

"Just for you, my dean. As long as you ask."

These few words disturbed Jian Mingshu's heart palpitations.He had no experience of being forcibly held in his arms, let alone such a straightforward and bold confession.

It turns out that this feeling is so breathtaking and confusing.

In the tide of ebony aroma, he could almost hear the other party's strong heartbeat—although it was much slower than ordinary people.

Why does Wu Shuyang have a heartbeat?

Shouldn't he be the same evil spirit as Yingzhu?It should be without body and body, only a trace of gathered Qi is right.

The distance was too close, and he could even feel the firm touch of the opponent's chest, as well as the slight ups and downs caused by breathing.Wu Shuyang's cold breath slid past Jian Mingshu's ears, and then fell into the back of his neck along the open neckline.

The cold and provocative touch of the breath, like a cool icy edge across his back, caused a thrill in his heart.

Is it because of the heartbeat or the fear?The subtle gap among them made Jian Mingshu unclear.He felt his ears heat up, and even his heartbeat seemed to be out of rhythm, as if he had endured some indigestible emotion.

It turned out that he overestimated himself.It turned out that it was not Wu Shuyang who was immature, but himself.

The body of the person in his arms was tense, as if all this made him extremely resistant.Wu Shuyang got some distance away, and saw that the person in front of him had a little blush on his face, like a thin rosy glow, which made people couldn't help but want to explore the taste of this rosy glow.

It was only when the beautiful woman fell into her bosom that she realized that Jian Mingshu was really fragrant, and it was an extremely unique fragrance. The fragrance of tea was mixed with a slight fragrance of cornflower, just like the gentle and kind person in front of her, quiet and charming, disturbing .

Wu Shuyang's heart hung up.

This minute-by-second silence was like a silent torture. He was afraid of hearing a different answer. If so, he might as well not listen.

He loosened his strength a little and searched with his eyes.

The eyes of the two only met for a moment, but the other party avoided his eyes as if avoiding him.He understood that the surprise and panic in Jian Mingshu's eyes were completely different from what he expected.

Like falling flowers and flowing water, a stream of spring color dissipates away, and the atmosphere between the two blows away like a cloud.

"Go to sleep."

Wu Shuyang gave up the chance to listen to the answer and whispered to him softly.

These two words seemed to have magical power, and immediately bewitched Jian Mingshu's heart.He collapsed and fell into Wu Shuyang's arms softly, like a docile kitten.

He hugged greedily for a while, enjoying his dependence to himself.

Jian Mingshu slept peacefully, her long eyelashes cast a poetic shadow, which made people touch her.This contact made his eyelashes blink slightly.

Different from the tightness all over his body just now, after he fell asleep, his whole body was limp, and he unconsciously fell on Wu Shuyang's heart as a support.

That appearance can be called attachment and docility.

His shoulders are thin and strong, with neat lines downward and gracefully gathered. It is a thin but not weak waist, which is the waist he hugged and hugged every night before.

Ming Shu's appearance of being at the mercy of others, at the same time making people love and encourage people to commit crimes - now, tear him apart, occupy him, and let him belong to you completely.

This idea is like the shadow of a picture, once it is born, it will always hang over his mind.

The bite marks left by myself on the neck are connected in a row, like the flaming berries in the winter wind.He touched it with some pity, the scars should be very painful, but Ming Shu didn't say anything.

Especially those two small and sharp teeth marks - those are the marks left by him.

This imprint, which he left on Ming Shu's neck, belongs only to himself.

The impulsiveness made it hard for him to contain it, and the demon crouching in his heart was about to break out of its cage.Even just thinking about it, the thrill, guilt, and immorality swept over, making the mouth dry and uncontrollable.

It turns out that evil has such a big temptation.

But if he really did this, would Mingshu tolerate and forgive him as before?

Wu Shuyang closed his eyes briefly, trying to restrain his xinxing.

When he opened it again, he returned to his normal look of alienation and indifference, only his eyes remained, still full of tenderness.

"Stop torturing me."

His eyes slid across his simple and peaceful cheeks.

"Ming Shu."

His heart was full of pain and throbbing, and the surging emotions almost burst his heart, and any slight touch made his heart suffer torture all the time.

In the end, he still held back, and only lightly kissed Jian Mingshu's soft nose.He gently adjusted the posture of the treasure in his arms, hugged him sideways, and walked to the bedroom.

"May my silent poetry be able to

Eloquently write down full of emotions

wish you could hear with your eyes

Hear my silent words of love"[1]

The next morning.

When Jian Mingshu woke up, the light and shadow were disturbed, and a blooming flower fell on the pillow.

His glasses were properly folded and placed on the bedside, next to Wu Shuyang's dark purple mask.The slippers on the side of the bed are also neatly placed.

Jian Mingshu casually rubbed his hair, walked to the kitchen, casually tossed the coffee dice on the water bar, and only then vaguely remembered what happened yesterday.

The mess of the dining table and kitchen from yesterday no longer existed, and the house was tidied up. Except for a faint scent of ebony, it seemed that no one had ever been there.

The white dice on the bar spun around gracefully and landed on "Gesha".

Geisha placed it at the innermost side of the cabinet, and after taking out coffee beans, drip pot and other tools in turn, he skillfully started to take care of his morning coffee.

Produced in Panama, this coffee has the acidity of apricot and bergamot, and the sweetness of rose and jasmine, like a fiery and intense love.

Originally, it was the coffee he was used to drinking, but now that he realized it carefully, he was inexplicably ashamed.

He touched the neckline subconsciously, and his heart was a little excited.The last memory is that I made myself die, and I made myself into it. After that, it was fragmented like a hangover. I can’t remember what happened at all.

If something happens...

The humiliation of being pinned on the bed by Wu Shuyang hit him again, and he felt a rare wave of anger rising in him.

With a punch, it landed hard on the table beside him.He didn't care about the pain coming from his joints, he just felt that his whole body was churning with anger that had nowhere to vent.

If you lose the competition, you don't make sense, if you can't say it, you just hypnotize it.

This man is clearly a demon.

Give some sunshine and it will be brilliant, not just arrogant, but simply doing whatever you want.

He really regretted that the punch hadn't landed on his face last night.How could you be touched by a look and soften your heart for a moment?

Why did he become obsessed with ghosts for a while and lured wolves into the house?

With a stinky face, Jian Ming simply washed his face.After he finished his coffee, he changed into a casual outfit with a high gray scale. The looser, softer clothes highlighted his lean and strong lines especially nicely.

When people are unlucky, nothing is pleasing to the eye.Passing the kitchen, he casually touched a Pretzel, and even the bread in his hand seemed to be twisted against him.

The laughter and playfulness from the duty room in the lobby made the noise even more disturbing.

"Ahahahaha Xiao Pengpeng! Big bastard!!"

It sounds like Bao Meng's voice, but she is Bel's spirit.

"Ah - why is it me again - hey, can I stop showing my talent?"

It sounds like Feng Shenpeng, but after being locked out yesterday, this guy didn't pat his ass and leave.According to his usual temperament, he is probably waiting, waiting to see a good show.

"Then you can talk about some nonsense about physics again, and it will be considered a talent." Chang Le's voice came next, and he has always been a loyal listener of Kunpeng's nonsense.

"Oh, I'm good at this!" Kunpeng cleared his throat mischievously, and began to talk nonsense:

"After the big bang, the universe has been expanding all the time—you should have heard this saying often, right?"

"Is this statement wrong?" Chang Le asked.

"This statement—is not entirely true. Just like a vacuum is not really empty, it is not comprehensive enough." Kunpeng's tone became serious.

"Strictly speaking, the originally perfect ten-dimensional universe was split apart after the Big Bang. The four-dimensional universe we live in is in constant expansion and explosion, while the other six dimensions are extremely curled up and shrunk until contracted to infinity and infinitesimal."

"The six-dimensional space is infinitely twisted and curled up, so small that it is difficult to observe with today's technology. Maybe, on the tip of your nose, there is a complete and complete high-dimensional space-maybe whoever touches your nose will be captured." Huge gravitational attraction, whizzingly pulled into the high-dimensional space—”[2]

The author has something to say:[1] "May my silent poems be

Eloquently write down full of emotions

wish you could hear with your eyes

Hear my silent words of love"

Huayong, the original text comes from "Shakespeare Sonnet" 23, with changes

The original text is as follows:

If only my silent volume could

speak out my full language

Learn to read the poems written by silent love!

Listen with your eyes, the wisdom of love

[2] The four-dimensional universe expands, and the six-dimensional universe compresses. This theory is a conjecture shared by superstring theory and hyperspace theory. The compressed six-dimensional universe is the Calabi-Yau manifold space.It is one of the world views in this article, and it is also the setting of World 3.

The last time I mentioned this worldview was in Chapter 28, "The Wind and the Clouds at Night".