Psycho also wants to be cute

For Yan Cong's arrival, everyone in the Mu family did not have the violent reaction that Mu Wenping imagined.

It seems that I was surprised that a new member came, and then I accepted it frankly.

At the dinner table, Mu Wenping's eyes kept going back and forth in front of everyone.

Mu Wenping: Wait, this new son is going to be the new heir, why don't you resist at all! ?

Song Wenqian: Obsessed with beauty.

Mu Yi'an: Making money is important.

Mu Yueze: I don't care.

Mu Yancong: Eat well.

In the end, Mu Wenping was the only one who worried about himself and didn't have a good meal at all.

After Mu Yancong had dinner, he randomly chose a sunny room, took a bath and got ready to rest.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Mu Yancong took out a new roll of bandages from his backpack and wrapped them around his hands until the upper arm stopped.

Very rare, no prickly heat.

"Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door.

"Yan Cong, can I come in?"

It was Song Wenqian's voice.

"Well, come in." Yan Cong wrapped the bandages, packed his luggage, and looked outside the door.

Song Wenqian opened the door and walked in, looked at Mu Yancong, whose hair was still dripping in pajamas, and nodded.

ah!So cute I'm dying. (There is no wave on the surface)

Yan Cong sat on the edge of the bed so that Song Wenqian could sit on the only chair in the room.

"It's a new environment, are you still used to it? Does the food suit your taste?" Song Wenqian first cared about Yan Cong.

This child grew up in a mental hospital, so I don't know if the Mu family will get used to it.

"I'm used to it, it's all good, thank you, Aunt Song."

After getting the answer, Song Wenqian nodded.She is indeed not very good at taking care of others. Her husband and children mostly fight and scold, so it is inevitable that she will feel cramped at this time.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you what I need if I'm not feeling well."

Yan Cong's crisp voice sounded like a gust of breeze, and Song Wenqian's anxious heart was instantly soothed.

"You are a very sensible child." Song Wenqian was a little strange at the moment.

Mu Yancong doesn't look like a psychopath.

He is so normal.

"This is a compulsory course in the mental hospital. If you don't pass the test, you can't go to the amusement park."

Yan Cong seemed to be able to see the confusion in Song Wenqian's eyes, stood up and took out a heavy textbook from the luggage, and handed it to Song Wenqian.

Song Wenqian took it and took a look.

"Requirements Expression and Communication Skills"

Author: Anli

Good guy, it's really not easy to be mentally ill.

"Amazing." Song Wenqian sighed softly.

An Li is such a wonderful person, and such a thing is quite legendary.

"Let me blow dry your hair." Looking at Yan Cong's dripping hair, Song Wenqian said.

"Okay, thank you."

The robot sent a hair dryer, and Yan Cong squatted in front of Song Wenqian, lowered his head and waited obediently for the blower to blow.

Drying hair is a quick process, basically 2 minutes. When Song Wenqian helped Yan Cong dry his hair, he inadvertently brushed Yan Cong's porcelain-white skin from between his large pajamas.

His eyes were shaken.

The white and tender child... wait?

What a big scar?

Song Wenqian saw a light red scar on Yan Cong's back, it was very long, and it was particularly glaring on his porcelain white skin.

"Fine, thank you, Aunt Song, what's the matter?" Yan Cong stroked his hair dry, then turned around to thank him, saw Song Wenqian in a daze, and blinked.

"It's okay." Song Wenqian turned off the hair dryer, thinking that maybe the child bumped into it when he was young.

"Aunt Song, can you read me a story?"

"bed time story."

[Mom and Dad read bedtime stories to their children. ] This is what An Li said, and he did read Yan Cong's bedtime story for 13 years.

In addition, Qiu Jing would read stories to Yan Cong before, which made Yan Cong feel that this was a necessity of life.

"Ah... good." Although I wanted to say, "Why do you listen to bedtime stories when you are so old."

But to Shang Yancong's clear and bright eyes, Song Wenqian agreed.

harm.

There is no way to take this kind of good-looking child.

……

"In the end, the princess and the prince lived happily together."

Yan Cong lay on the bed, his eyes flickered after listening to the story.

"Thank you Aunt Song, good night, sweet dreams."

"Good night."

Song Wenqian was about to leave when she suddenly remembered that woman Qiu Jing and asked a lot.

"Will Yan Cong's original mother tell Yan Cong a bedtime story?"

"Yes." Speaking of Qiu Jing, Yan Cong clenched the quilt tightly.

"Grandma also told this story, but it's a little different."

"What's different?" Aren't the stories of princesses all over the world the same?

By the way, Qiu Jing really knows how to tell stories, can ruthless people be tender?

"Grandma said that the prince is a pervert who stole the princess. The princess was forced to marry him by formality. They will not be happy in the future."

"Aunt taught me to know how to respect others, even if it is a corpse."

"..."

Ah, it suddenly became profound and cruel, which is indeed Qiu Jing's style.

"That's it... rest well." Song Wenqian couldn't cope with Yan Cong, so she left in a hurry.

Didn't even close the door.

Yan Cong looked at the wide open door, his eyes touched the darkness of the corridor, and finally decided to sleep on the bed and not close the door.

—

"You said this thing can detect valuable treasures?"

Mu Yueze sat on the bed, holding a plastic stick in his hand, somewhat similar to a support stick.

[Yes, dear host. ]

[This is a god-level prop that I exchanged for the money you have earned through hard work in the past few days: no treasure can escape me. ]

[According to the level of the detected treasure, it will emit seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple from low to high. The closer to the treasure, the darker the color. ]

"Oh~"

"Is that so, is such a good artifact so good?"

[Mall discount big sale. ]

Mu Yueze: Good guy, even the system cannot escape the charm of discounts in malls.

Holding a plastic stick, Mu Yueze felt a switch, and when the switch was pressed, the plastic stick glowed yellow.

The sudden burst of high-intensity light made Mu Yueze's eyes hurt.

"What's going on?" Is there a treasure in this room?Why doesn't he know what else is in his room?

[Your room is too expensive, just go out. ]

Mu Yueze: ...

Although he wanted to complain, Mu Yueze stood up very cooperatively and went out with the plastic stick.

As soon as I went out, the color on the plastic stick jumped repeatedly between yellow and green, and finally turned into a very pale purple.

Mu Yueze:!Purple!

[There are top treasures! ?The host rushes! ]

According to the light and dark changes of the color, Mu Yueze quickly determined the direction and walked in the direction where the purple became brighter.

Walking slowly and cautiously step by step, Mu Yueze finally stopped in front of a room.

Taking another step forward, the color quickly faded, and Mu Yueze turned to look at the room with doubts.

It was his new brother's room, the door was left open, and his new brother was lying on the bed staring at him with big black and white eyes open.

There is concern for the mentally ill in his eyes.

Looking at the purple plastic stick in his hand again, Mu Yueze sighed and asked Yan Cong.

"Can I come in, please?"

"Ah."

After entering the room, the purple light on the plastic stick became brighter and brighter. After walking around Yan Cong's room, Mu Yueze determined the direction and walked towards Yan Cong on the bed.

Yan Cong didn't understand what Mu Yueze was going to do, he just watched him walking around his room with a plastic toy, and then walked towards him.

At the beginning, the eldest brother should have been left to the second brother for company.

The closer he got to Yan Cong, the brighter the purple light of the plastic stick, until the moment when Mu Yueze's plastic stick lightly touched Yan Cong.

A strong purple light erupted from the plastic rod, illuminating the entire room. Mu Yueze was almost blinded, so he had to close his eyes and quickly turn off the detector.

Mu Yueze: System, is this a fake?

Counterattack protagonist system: [Maybe...your younger brother is the top treasure in the three thousand worlds. ]

Mu Yueze: ...

Counterattack protagonist system: [Congratulations. ]

Outrageous ah ah ah!You spent all the hard-earned money I earned from mining in exchange for this one thing!

Also the treasure detector!

The top treasure is my brother?That's it?That's it……

The collapsed Mu Yueze looked at Shang Mu Yancong with puzzled eyes.

Mu Yancong: "What's wrong? Brother." (Tilts head)

This... a treasure is a treasure.

"It's okay, this toy is for you. This toy can change color, and it's very beautiful."

Mu Yueze handed the plastic stick to Yan Cong, Yan Cong took it, looked at the thing that blinded him not long ago, and nodded.

"Thank you bro."

"Well, you have a good rest, good night."

"Good night, sweet dreams."

Yan Cong watched Mu Yueze leave his room in a hurry, and the moment the other party's hand was about to touch the light switch, Yan Cong suddenly said:

"Don't turn off the lights, thank you."

There was a rare hint of anxiety in his tone.

"Okay." Mu Yueze closed the door and left.

Yan Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze back to the plastic stick in his hand.

Received a gift.

Happy.

[It is a god-level prop. ]

A deep male voice suddenly sounded from the back of his mind, Yan Cong blinked his eyes.

"What are god-level props?"

[It is a prop product in our system mall, the most advanced kind. ]

"Ah."

"That was an expensive gift."

With a contented smile on his face, Yan Cong stroked the plastic stick in his hand.

[Not expensive, [-]% discount today, I can buy you a box if you like. ]

Yan Cong shook his head upon hearing this.

The voice that now resides in the back of his head and speaks to him comes from a system.

Villain boss system.

Yan Cong met this system more than ten days ago, the night he went to buy eggs for Mu Yuechen.

That system hastily entered his mind like avoiding debts, and then fell silent after being bound to him.

"Do you have a name?" This was Yan Cong's first conversation with it.

The visitor is a guest, since it lives in one's mind, it is a friend.

[I am the villain boss system, this is the unique name. ]

"long."

[That can’t be helped, or you can get one for me. ]

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Yan Cong wrote down the matter of helping to pick up the name, looked up at the time, and had 10 minutes to sleep, so he could chat with the system.

[Are you going to destroy this world with me? ]

The voice of the villain boss system was a bit excited, it had found a target when it came to this world.

Yan Cong, who has a good family background, the best appearance, the worst ending, and the best reason for blackening!

So it aimed at the time when An Li was not around, and hastily bound Yan Cong.

After a few days of observation, it found that Yan Cong was smart, and didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, and felt isolated from the world.

Isn't this the host it dreams of! ?

It has seen the rise of the next villain boss!

"I do not want."

"I think there is a big problem with your thinking." Yan Cong said calmly, remembering the time when An Li spoke loudly to him about the Three Views.

I don't know how the dean's father is doing now.

[Don't rush to refuse, don't you think this world treats you a lot unfairly...]

Before the villain's boss system's cannonball skills could be fully released, it was interrupted by Yan Cong's silent recitation in his head.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness."

[? ]

[Don't escape, you look back on your tragic past, you...]

"Prosperity, democracy..."

In the end, the villain boss system spent a long night accompanied by the 24-character scriptures.

Villainous boss system: Why is this person still playing the socialist core values ​​on a loop in his head when he fell asleep?

And...why does the world have socialist core values?

Damn Anli!

The author has something to say: An Li: I can travel through time, but why can’t the precious socialist core values?