Domestic Lover [Zerg]

His expression was unconvinced and extremely disturbed, but as the second child on the krypton gold list, he couldn't show his momentum, especially because there was a female who was almost famous next to Anze.

But before he could ask a question, Evando's voice sounded.

"Do you want to rest? I don't feel very good today."

Anze raised his head, Evando's breath brushed his cheeks, his eyes were concerned, as if he didn't hear the prompt, he just asked casually.

Anze lowered his eyelids, looking a little sleepy, but he tried to listen to Evando's words.

"No, I just slept for too long... It feels like I slept there for a long time, and finally woke up, and I had a nightmare." Anze showed a slightly sad expression, which made all the worms present pick up. Heart.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Caleb spoke first: "What is reflected in the dream is your subconscious mind. The reality is probably the opposite. It will be easier to say it."

It is indeed the opposite...

Anze nodded slightly, and slowly talked about the scene in the 'dream'.

It was a complete story that hardly seemed like a dream.

A guinea pig dies, and a mad scientist transplants his brain into a white bird.

The bird woke up like a miracle.

He found that he became taller and bigger, as if he could overlook the whole world, and the white people coming and going were his subjects, and they offered precious nourishment to it.

It didn't take long for the bird to discover that it couldn't fly.

His body told him that he should take his subjects soaring in the air, enjoying the boundless blue sky and passing the vast grassland.

His mind told him that he should enjoy the nutrition in front of him, that he was born in a petri dish, and everything in front of him belonged to him.

So he becomes half arrogant and half lazy.

In the end, he was pulled out from the blue sky and grassland, and the subjects took out their laziness and put his arrogance back into freedom.

This is an impeccable fairy tale, with the fantasy color that Anze always likes to read.There is disorder hidden in the complete story, beautiful on the surface, rotten and chaotic on the inside.

"Anze, what is your main perspective in the dream?" Caleb was silent for a while before he began to ask questions. His eyes were somewhat complicated.

An Ze: "At first it was the bird, and later it became a scientist."

Pamish couldn't wait to ask: "Why do you become arrogant and lazy? Generally speaking, the two mentalities here will lead to strength and arrogance, right?"

Caleb: "The subconscious mind is mostly irrational."

He turned sideways, the robe on the chair slipped down, suddenly took out a notebook from his arms, took out a pen from his breast pocket, and recorded something, adjusted his glasses after recording, and continued to ask: "Where did that bird go?" Where did it begin?"

"Fly in the sky, fly very high, and fly all the way to the grassland."

"What do the sky and the grassland look like?"

Evan said more: "This dream feels very like Sally, is it because of the influence of the book?"

Just when Udel came out of the kitchen, holding the freshly baked dessert in his hand, he glanced at the hot living room where the discussion was in full swing, and asked a rare question: "...What dream?"

He held a plate of Xuemei Niang wrapped in butter, Anze jumped down from Evando excitedly, briefly told Udel about the dream, and put the plate in Udel's hand on the dining table superior.

It's the first time Anze asked for food so happily. Could it be that the score is very high this time?

Udall clicked on the panel with a little doubt, but the properties were not displayed.

This function is said to be under maintenance, and it hasn’t been restored since the last collapse. Udel doesn’t know what kind of mood he came to when he went online these few times, maybe it’s not just for cooking.

Anze forked a piece of fruit, tilted his head, and sent a notice to Udel.

[Anze Favorability +15]

"Thank you, I love this."

Among this group of players, there is also a bug with obvious target deviation.He has always only cooked and rarely interfered with his life, but his cooking skills are full marks.

The only time he got close was when he was drunk at the bar and brought him back after all the hard work, and finally he went offline in anger.

How would such a player react when he received favorability?

Anze tilted his head, and the invisible monitoring sent all the information to his mind in real time.

Udel's gaze was fixed on him in an instant, and his expression softened slightly as if he had received the best evaluation.

"There is a grassland on top, and a sky like a cliff below. Who do you think the scientist is?"

Anze was talking while holding a cake fork dipped in cream in his mouth.

"It's Caleb."

'Scientist' Caleb was suddenly named, he was silent for a moment, and felt a little inexplicably happy: "So you dreamed of me."

The corners of Evando's mouth curled down next to him, and he gently pinched Anze's soft cheeks with excellent touch. Anze pulled his hand down and touched it back with his hand. When rubbing his lips, Evan looked at him with deep eyes. to him.

Anze: "...Actually, there is you too."

"Really?" The corners of Evan's mouth turned up again: "What am I?"

"Hahahaha..." Anze supported his broad shoulders, leaned close to his earlobe, and whispered, "You are lazy."

This kind of intimacy with no one else was obviously very useful to Evando, and he couldn't help showing a happy look on his face, feeling that Anze seemed to have become even cuter after this trip.

"it is good."

Soon some worms couldn't stand it anymore, and a serious topic of dream interpretation turned into a fight for favor in an instant. Pamish knocked on the chair: "What about me, what about me?"

Eh.

Turning his eyes to Pamish with an earnest face, he shrank back in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, it seems that there is no you."

"…………"

It's hard, hard, fist hard, and I want to hit Ferusi again.

Pamish forcibly transferred his anger, grievance and hatred to the dog planner, and he dug out the old accounts and calculated them over and over again, pouring oil on Ferusi in his mind.

The face had to become a big dog with a dejected and dejected face.

"Mr. Wenger has appeared many times."

Pamish frowned: "Even he has it, but I don't?"

Anze gestured to the dessert on the table, couldn't help but took a bite, and said vaguely: "Wenger's cooking is delicious, and he often cooks it for me."

... He really doesn't know how to do this.

Pamish suddenly remembered that he was no longer number one on the krypton gold list, and now Wenger and his brother Udel were number one.

Pamish completely wilted.

He lowered his head weakly, and deeply reprimanded himself for his tragic failure of not being able to catch or even impress the male insects. I'm sleepy, I want to have a dream with Anze."

He raised his eyes at An Ze: "If you don't have me in your dream, I will let you work hard to come to my dream, see you in your dream!"

Then he rattled upstairs.

The author has something to say: Pamish: I always like to diss me when we can’t continue talking