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The crisp alarm clock sounded, and Moribe woke up from his dream.

The gray curtains are covered with sunlight penetrating through the gaps in the leaves, making it a bright, warm and real day.

Moribe recalled the dream of last night for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his cold lips.

The snake wine on the locker was crystal clear in the sunlight, Moribe glanced at it thoughtfully, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He turned around and walked away, the snake eyes in the wine bottle suddenly turned around, slanting small eyes to catch up with his back.

Ten minutes later, Shengbu found that all the food at home was gone. He lived alone in the outskirts of the city, so every time he went out to buy food, he would fill up the refrigerator and cupboards. It was only four days since the last time he bought food. The amount is one week.

Sheng Bu quickly walked up to the Little White Snake Wine, with a stern expression, silent, but full of inner drama: Oh, is this his punishment?Oh, it turns out that the little doll he was talking about was really me!

Shengbu put his arms around his shoulders and thought coldly, am I so tender?

The emperor was tired of seeing his gloomy face, and his heart was full of joy. The Dragon Lord looks majestic, how can you let you wait for the dolls to tease him!

The emperor secretly laughed in disgust, and accidentally grinned.

So, under Shengbu's gaze, the wine-soaked snake suddenly opened its small mouth, revealing a small bright red tongue, but quickly retracted, still dead but not stiff, stiff but not falling down Tiny.

Moribe: "..."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Moribe's pupils contracted suddenly, and his chest was suddenly emptied. Although it was only for a moment, he felt a chill suddenly rushing up his back.

The kitchen was inexplicably damp, and he had nightmares one after another. Although he knew that this bottle of snake wine was inseparable, the occurrence of supernatural phenomena was due to the outside world on the one hand, or to some kind of information received by the human nerves on the other hand. It's just that he has frequent activities, he's a writer in the first place, so it doesn't hurt to have a richer imagination.

But at this moment, Shengbu clearly saw the snake that had been soaked in the snake wine for an unknown number of years sticking out its small tongue, just like when he seemed to see it blinking its eyes that day, a strong feeling hit Shengbu's chest.

He recollected this feeling, and concluded that he was both horrified and cute, so creepy and cute.

Sheng Bu was so cute by the little white snake, he said in a low voice: "...I saw it."

Emperor Yan: "..."

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand.

Sheng Bu said, "Are you a demon?"

The little white snake stared blankly——

Sheng Bu said: "Did you enter my dream?"

The little white snake continued to stare——

Sheng Bu looked serious, and continued: "The rule of law society advocates the spirit of scientific innovation. If you expose it, you will be taken away by the National Research Institute for analysis, but—"

He changed his voice: "If you move, I promise not to hand you over."

Di Yan remains unmoved, saying that he is a dragon who can withstand temptation.

There was a trace of disappointment in Moribe's dark eyes, and he said to himself, "Am I stupid?" Then he turned to leave, but just as he picked up his steps, he suddenly turned his head back.

Di Yan: "..."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh scared the dragon to death.

Are you afraid of breaking your neck?

Sheng Bu lied seriously: "I saw your eyes move!"

Di Yan slightly rolled his eyeballs, expressing the impossibility, since it was sealed, its staring skills have been practiced for thousands of years.

At this moment, the way it was thinking completely fell into Sheng Bu's eyes. Mr. Sheng folded his arms, calm and stable, with a serious expression, and his heart was bubbling. Cute things are powerless.

Moribe thought silently, the bad little thing, love love love love.

That night, after Moribe finished updating the novel, he posted a Weibo-planning to raise a pet.

Sitting on 2000 million fans, No. 1 in the rich list of domestic writers, with a mysterious background, long legs, narrow waist, prosperous beauty and beautiful face, Mr. Sheng is ready to debut at any time. Search, the top few hot comments turned out to be the stars of the entertainment circle.

Fresh Meat A: What kind of pet does Mr. Sheng want to keep?I also like small animals.

Xiao Xianrou B: I know there is a pet store in Beijing, and the pet food in it is pretty good. If Mr. Sheng needs it, let's go together.

Little fresh meat C: Congratulations to Mr. Sheng, please post a photo.

Acting actors: When will you bring them out and see.

Acting master: TAT, Xiao Sheng, when will you add more?Have time to raise pets, do you have time to add more?Are you sorry Big Brother waits for updates every day?Who is the murderer?

Novel website official Weibo: Vote, and there will be a prize quiz to guess what pet Sheng has.

Editor Xu Zhang: Do you want to add more?

Discussions on the Internet were raging, but Emperor Yan, who was about to be the favorite, didn't know it. After listening to the movement outside, he sank himself to the bottom of the wine bottle, idly hugging his little tail, and gave a lazily slap Yawn, turn your little head over and put it on your tail - today is also a day of being soaked, no different.

In the dead of night, Di Yan's sleeping image was caught in his eyes by the monitoring of a modeling robot on the computer table. In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Moribu opened the monitoring screen through his mobile phone, and was immediately attracted by the sleeping posture of the little white snake in the wine bottle. Bloody face.

His heart was tickled like a cat's paw, but his face became calmer, turning his phone up and down seriously, watching the little white snake sleep from all directions.

Di Yan was fast asleep, and his curled up body slowly relaxed, revealing his white and tender belly. Shengbu found that there seemed to be something on its belly, but the pixels of the monitoring screen were not good enough, so he couldn't see it clearly. Just as he wanted to study it further , I saw the little white snake suddenly opened its small mouth, and then a series of transparent small bubbles emerged from the corner of its mouth, rose to the surface of the water and burst.

Moribe's pupils shrank, God, did it snore a little, it's cute, I want to pet it!

In the wine bottle, the sleeping Emperor Yan smacked his lips and murmured: "...you are so beautiful, I want to make you my concubine... tsk tsk tsk..."

After falling asleep, Shengbu didn't dream of the man in white. When he thought that his little snake might be a fairy with a bit of magic, and could enter his dream, Mr. Sheng was really happy. After finishing his homework, he plans to release his little snake the next day. After all, alcohol is not good for the brain. If his little snake is soaked in wine every day, will it make his brain go crazy?

With this worried thought in mind, Shengbu watched the little white snake sleep for more than an hour through the surveillance screen, and then turned off the phone.

The next day, when Shengbu woke up, he felt a sense of hunger in his abdomen, and realized that he was in a happy mood yesterday, so he didn't expect to find something to eat all day——his little snake punished him by turning the food into gone.

Thinking of this punishment, Shengbu pervertedly tasted a little interest in raising pets.

Moribe poured a glass of water to drink, went to the locker and took down the bottle. When he bought it, he just thought the bottle of snake wine was beautiful, and he never thought of opening it to drink. That's why he found out that the mouth of the dripping wine bottle was actually It is sealed with a transparent and colorless waxy thing.

The wax glue penetrated into the bottle to a depth of more than five centimeters, and the wine bottle was tightly sealed. Moribe didn't know how his little snake demon survived being trapped in the wine bottle, but seeing its small appearance felt distressed anyway.

Di Yan stared outside expressionlessly, thinking that if this little kid was naughty again, he would not be polite, and it should be fine to bully and beat him up.

Moribe poked his fingers into the mouth of the bottle, and touched the transparent wax glue between his fingers.

The little white snake's round eyes suddenly tightened.

Severe pain instantly swept across Shengbu's fingertips, as if a cluster of scorching fire was burning from the fingertips, and the tongue of fire was boiling against the skin, cutting bones and flesh, and boiling in his body.

"Naughty!" Di Yan cursed angrily, and suddenly curled his tail in the bottle, causing the wine in the bottle to ripple in circles.

In severe pain, Shengbu saw the little white snake in the wine bottle scrambling away against the wall of the bottle, cold sweat covered Shengbu's forehead, and he even had a little thought: Is the little boy worried about me?

Di Yan raised his head, stared at the wax that sealed the bottle, gathered spiritual energy in his heart, and silently recited complicated and obscure spells. A milky white mist gradually appeared in the wine bottle, and the mist slowly turned into a sharp sword. Di Yan narrowed his pupils slightly, and said in a low voice, "Broken."

The Wujian was submerged in the sealing wax in an instant, and Shengbu felt a needle-like coldness in the severe pain of being burned by the fire, and then his body was bounced away vigorously.

Moribe's back knocked down the bookshelf, there was a bang, and the cold mist hit his face before his eyes, and he passed out.