Who calls this thing a god?

"Your Highness, she must have this dream for seven or eight hours, why don't you see how I will be arranged tonight?"

Lu Chan has a modest and gentlemanly appearance, hiding his bones and blood inside.

It's really like that person.

But Qiyou is not a person who follows conventional routines, so he replied with two words: "What?"

Lu Chan smiled and said, "According to your progress, I have to watch you all night. We can't sit still."

"You made a mistake." Qi You hit a straight ball back, "I said 'what', not because I thought there was something wrong with me, but because I thought there was something wrong with you."

The old Fenghuang replied in a dawdly manner, "There is a problem, and it is a big problem."

He pointed to the bedroom and said: "If you are going to rest tonight, I will accompany you as your guardian, Your Highness."

A normal person's bedroom has only one bed.

Qiyoudeng's face turned green.

He has been a god for thousands of years, and he claims to have no sense of territory, and he really has no concept of love.

But after listening to Lu Chan's words, he unconsciously thought of the scene where they were lying side by side on the same bed... No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel right.

Why is it so...

How could it be so wrong?

With a dark face, he stood up and pointed to the Dream Formation on the coffee table and said, "You don't have to stare at me, you have to stare at it." After saying that, he walked towards the bedroom.

Old Fenghuang said lazily behind him, "Your Highness, if you are afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night, you can call me, and I will tell you a bedtime story."

Qi You slammed the door loudly.

It was a night of horror.

Yesterday's debts in this world are all paid in dreams today.

"Little crying face!"

Xiang Yaoqian called her from behind.

Xia Xixi paused and turned half sideways.She seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of her lips, which were always tightly pursed, were raised slightly along with the tips of her eyebrows.

"Wow, little smiling face." Xiang Yaoqian showed Xia Xixi his dyed black hair 180 degrees without any dead ends, and at the same time said in a teenager's exclamation tone: "Look, my young bird is back .”

Xia Xixi glanced at it, and said perfunctorily, "Did you lose your hair when the season changed?"

"Shit."

Xiang Yaoqian tugged at the strap of his schoolbag and said, "My ID card is about to expire, and I'll take another photo when my face gets better. I just don't like that..." He paused, maybe he didn't know Pick the color of "red orange yellow green blue blue purple" to talk about it, and vaguely reveal it: "I don't like that color anymore."

They really had nothing in common.

Especially Xia Xixi will not forgive him for what he has done to him just because he is on her side now, but if he wants to say comfort, he is not without it.

She reminded Xiang Yaoqian three times not to approach her, or she would get burned, but he didn't listen, and Xia Xixi just let him go.

As long as he doesn't regret it himself.

"Oh yes, let me tell you, I had a disgusting dream yesterday, it was bloody. Then you can still stare at me with your fucking head off, fuck, I really wanted to give them a jb Special Model Worker Award, I made you laugh in the middle of the night." When Xiang Yaoqian finished saying this and walked to the door of the class, bunches of cold eyes shot over, somewhat similar to the one in yesterday's dream.

Fuck, are you really here to claim the prize?

Xia Xixi has long been used to it, but today there is still some inexplicable emotion in their eyes.

She sneered in her heart, and walked to her seat without looking sideways.

The dream compensation lasted for three days.

During this period, it was actually Xia Xixi's rare three days of peace and quiet. Not to mention beatings, no one dared to stand up to the face-to-face abuse.

Su Yun didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, he argued with her friend again and again, lowered his voice, opened his eyes wide, but turned off the ignition immediately when Xia Xixi walked in.

Her companions also lowered their heads unconsciously.

...a ridiculous and pathetic social animal.

On the fourth day, dreams make up for the night.

The living room in a certain room of the Ninth Bureau staff apartment was lit.

Although Lu Chan said at the time that he had to "supervise" His Highness Wuyou to solve the problem in a modern society way, in fact, he drove home in the middle of the night on the first day of Dream Compensation, and didn't go upstairs at all on the second and third day.

For what little eyesight he has left, Qi Youzhen can't wait to climb up to the roof and hang two whips to show his joy.

I've never seen such a coquettish chicken.

The Dream Compensation Array on the coffee table was still showing the live broadcast of the murder at midnight, and Qiyou was lazily leaning on the sofa to browse the baby-raising and literacy APP, when suddenly his right eyelid twitched unnaturally.

Fierce gods rarely perceive ominous omens about themselves, after all, there are few things more fierce than them.

The broom star in Fierce God is even more inappropriate.

Qiyou didn't take it seriously, rubbed his eyes and continued to browse the baby-care channel, but within half an hour, the corridor outside the door made clanking noises, which was very annoying.

Qiyou suddenly turned pale.

The ups and downs of the ping-pong-pong sound in the corridor matched the frequency of his right eyelid twitching, which made him even more impatient. He immediately locked his phone and rushed out to argue with the other party.

... It's just that he never speaks his theory.

He just touched the doorknob when the person outside knocked on the door, and when he opened the door, his eyes met.

Qi You: "..."

The chicken is out of the cage, help.

His already slumped face was suddenly filled with disgust, and he smiled at Lu Chan who was standing at the door.

Lu Chan, who was wearing a black woolen coat, said with a smile, "Your Highness, good evening."

Qi You held the doorknob with one hand, with an attitude of pinching his waist with the door at any time, "It would be better not to see you."

Lu Chan pretended to sigh, and before he could finish his breath, Qiyou said again, "Come to supervise?"

Who knew that after hearing this, instead of nodding, Lu Chan lifted the gift bag in his hand with a smile: "No, it's for my neighbor...well, my little highness brought supper."

Qi You: "..." No, what did you want to say was yours?

He didn't hear Lu Chan's half-bald pronunciation clearly, so he simply didn't pursue it: "Oh, do I have to give something in return, such as giving it to the end?"

He didn't believe that Lu Chan came all the way just to give himself a supper.

Lu Chan: "..."

Lu Chan smiled but said, "Your Highness, I have to tell you that in my dictionary, sending me to my death is equivalent to staying together forever."

I can fuck you.

Qi You almost laughed at him angrily.

In his dictionary, the three characters of resentment and God are equated with the little princess, and they are equated with the long-term companion when she dies. When the old ancestor heard this, he would be so angry that he would get out of the coffin and scold him.

"Have you read the words?"

Qi Youli landed on his phone and unlocked it, and pointed a certain baby-raising literacy app at him: "I don't know, learn more, okay?"

Lu Chan: "Pfft."

Qi You: "..."

He laughed so much that Qiyou wanted to send him directly to the ground.

The fifth day of dream compensation.

Gray clouds covered the sky heavily, and they were extremely low, as if they could be touched by raising one's hand.

It must be snowing.

Seeing Xiang Yaoqian standing at the entrance of the corridor, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall behind him, wondering what he was thinking.Xia Xixi raised her eyebrows slightly, but in the end she just put her hands in her pockets and walked indifferently in front of him.

"Xia Xixi!..." Xiang Yaoqian called her suddenly, his expression was a little gloomy: "Little crying face."

Maybe he sensed something was wrong with those dreams.

Oh no.

He must have finally heard what the people in the class said.

After all, 46 people had dreams with roughly the same content for four consecutive days, so it was natural to suspect her, a descendant of a witch, it was normal.

What's more, she did it in the first place.

Before asking Yaoqian, Xia Xixi said frankly, "I did it."

Xiang Yaoqian was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at her as if meeting her for the first time.

"It scared you," Xia Xixi smiled, "but I'm not sorry at all."

I'm not sorry at all, you deserve it.

After she finished speaking, she shrugged her shoulders and continued walking towards the class without expression.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yaoqian did not give up on her, but grabbed her arm and said eagerly: "Don't go!"

Don't go, it's hell.

As if hearing some love words, Xia Xixi turned her head and said with a bright smile: "It would be great if someone pulled me like this at that time."

Then I don't have to be in hell, holding grudges.

Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

What's more, I have no plans not to post it.

Xia Xixi pushed Xiang Yaoqian's hand away, straightened her back reservedly, and walked towards the classroom with the class signboard of "Grade [-] ([-])".

The window of the school infirmary was half-opened, and a fat little sparrow waving its short wings slid in with ease.

"Chirp!"

Lu Chan asked it to come over: "Has it already started?"

"Chirp~"

The little sparrow happily agreed and pecked at his palm affectionately.

Lu Chan turned his head and looked at Qi You, who had nothing to do with himself, and the plain white paper figurine on the desk in front of him.

has already started.

The moment the door was pushed open, all eyes focused on her.

Xia Xixi has always wanted to ask if I am a walking banknote, you all like to look at me so much, how can I be a mortal.

She first glanced at the four large characters written in bold and heavy red chalk on the blackboard.

"Witch to Die".

Followed by three heavy exclamation points.

Then he read it slowly without changing his face, and said with a smile: "Who wrote it. The words are very beautiful."

Her voice was not loud, but it fell like thunder in the dead classroom.

Creepy.

——She is not quite the same as usual.

Xia Xixi looked away from the blackboard and stared at Su Yun in the front row without hesitation.

Su Yun: "..."

The people around were also keenly aware of this, and involuntarily stared at her too.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

Su Yun's face instantly became extremely pale, and the hands placed under the table also trembled.

Xia Xixi uttered words slowly, like a snake uttering letters: "Is that you? Su Yun."

She keenly noticed that a certain girl sitting in the back row was obviously relieved, but she ignored it and just stared at Su Yun.

Su Yun wanted to say no, not me.

But she seemed to be strangled by someone, and she couldn't say anything.

Extremely angry, extremely resentful, extremely afraid.

Breed with darkness.

She forgot the shelf she had been holding for years, stood up abruptly, picked up a certain book on the table and slammed it on it heavily, cursing sharply: "Fuck/you/Mom! What do you think you are!"

Xia Xixi let her smash it without hesitation, and bright red blood oozed out of her forehead immediately. She turned her head expressionlessly, and raised her eyebrows very contemptuously at the class camera.

Lu Chan, who was staring at the computer in the school doctor's room, got the signal, and cut off the monitoring of Class Six according to what he had said beforehand. His face, which always had a smile on it, was now gloomy and chilling. He turned his head and glanced at the On the desk is like the God of Resentment who is taking a nap.

His plain right hand rested on a small paper man with Xia Xixi's birth date written on it, and his fingertips were filled with ashes-like resentment.

Lu Chan stood up and took off his coat and handed it to him, bent down and gently stroked his forehead lovingly, and whispered in his ear:

"Thank you for your hard work, my princess."

The author has something to say: I am really happy to see the comments of the cuties recently!

I read every comment, many times I would sit up from the bed happily and post with the cuties~

This is the first time for the author to write an article, and I am not very mature yet. I really have to seriously pick out some of my own problems and mistakes.

The original name of this article is "Resentment to You God". I have been saving the manuscript since April. It has been changed countless times and overhauled several times. Sometimes I will review the plot I wrote today before going to bed. Think about it Going to lose sleep(…)

I also saw some of myself during this period... well, let's make progress.

Now that I see the comments of the cuties, I really think it's worth it.

As an author, the happiest thing is that the stories written can make readers like it, and the words written can make readers laugh.

that's enough.

This is my first article, and I will continue to go on and tell the stories of the characters.

Thanks for all the cuties (bow)

Thank you so much for getting to know you.

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