non-human reincarnation

Cheng Yan smiled, getting used to Chi Wu's ambiguity, duplicity, hard mouth and soft heart, so he also closed his eyes.

They swayed with the train and fell into sleep. Cheng Yan fell towards Chi Wu little by little. The train swayed again, and he rested on Chi Wu's shoulder.

Chi Wu woke up from sleepiness, lowered his jaw, and his eyes touched Cheng Yan's forehead hair.

Cheng Yan was probably really tired, the wound on his shoulder was pressed and he didn't appear to be in any pain, his face that was a little bit embarrassed just now became calm because of the extra sleep.

Chi Wu looked around slowly, wondering who Cheng Yan was.

Is such an innate desire to protect oneself just because he was his pet in the previous life?

Moreover, Chi Wu has always been skeptical that Cheng Yan is a pet dog.

With Cheng Yan's IQ and strength, it's hard to equate all of this, but this is what Cheng Yan said.

Although he himself was very reluctant about it.

Chi Wu adjusted his sitting posture slightly to make his shoulders a little easier, then closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

The gentle shaking between the carriages made the time longer. They seemed to be just passing travelers. They were embarrassed because they did not buy a ticket. They leaned on each other for a short rest. The night wind blew through the hall. Good night.

Cheng Yan still woke up.

The wound on his body began to inflame, and he felt a little uncomfortable.The young man's slender shoulders were pressed under the ear bones, and Cheng Yan was stunned for two seconds.

Chi Wu is like a strong young sapling being crushed by a boulder. Because he has exhausted all his strength to carry the opponent, he can only bend the branches and leaves at the top of him.

Cheng Yan leaned against Chi Wu, and Chi Wu's head leaned against Cheng Yan. They overlapped each other, looking like lovers in need clinging to each other.

The wound on the shoulder was so painful that it was numb. Cheng Yan didn't intend to get up, but just leaned back a little, so as not to let all his strength fall on Chi Wu.

Cheng Yan's movement was relatively small, but Chi Wu still vaguely noticed that his fluffy head rubbed against Cheng Yan's ear, which made Cheng Yan feel itchy.

This feeling spread from the tips of the ears to the heart, and Cheng Yan only felt that his whole body was healthy, as if all the wounds had healed.

Cheng Yan's eyes drooped slightly, and he saw Chi Wu's peaceful sleeping face.

I don't know what Chi Wu dreamed about, the corner of his mouth curved slightly, Cheng Yan raised his hand with a smile, and stroked away a long curled eyelash that fell on the tip of his nose.

Chi Wu wrinkled his nose, subconsciously approached Cheng Yan with his upper body, his cicada-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin slit appeared in the middle of his white eyelids.

Chi Wu saw Cheng Yan's nose and lips from his hazy vision.

Cheng Yan thought he was awake, so he put down his hand. In the next second, Chi Wu weakly touched the back of his hand, drooped on it, and then moved up along the back of his hand, lying on Cheng Yan's body with his head buried in Cheng Yan's body. In the neck fossa.

The wound on the ribs was pressed by Chi Wu, and Cheng Yan immediately frowned in pain, and let out a muffled groan from his throat.

Chi Wu thought he had said something, so he rubbed his face sideways, and said vaguely, "Tie Tie..."

"What?" Cheng Yan asked in a low voice, "What stickers?"

Chi Wu's cheek was pressed against his chest: "Tie Tie."

Cheng Yan suddenly understood his action, wrapped his hands around his back, moved the corners of his mouth, and then patted him slowly as if coaxing him to sleep.

In Chi Wu's dream, it was a warm afternoon.

There was a wrapped wound on his knee, and the boy sitting opposite him was the boy he most wanted to see.

It's a pity that Chi Wu kept his head down, only seeing his legs.

"I met a Russian businessman on the street today, selling puppies and kittens, do you want to adopt them?" the man asked.

Chi Wu didn't speak, but still lowered his head.

"It's kept at my place. When you want to see it, I'll bring it up for you to see." The man said, "Otherwise, I'll secretly take you out to see it this weekend. Do you choose one you like?"

After a long time, Chi Wu nodded.

"Then let my brother change the medicine?"

Chi Wu shrank his legs and hid a little, and the man's warm and generous palms covered his knees.

"I'll sleep with you today," he leaned over, "you can leave after you fall asleep."

With the guarantee, Chi Wu stretched his feet into his arms.

The gauze was gently unwrapped and rewrapped.

"Okay, wait another half a month and everything will be fine." He said, "When I go out to play on weekends, my brother will carry you—"

Chi Wu plunged straight into his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly and coquettishly, "Brother, Tie Tie."

After the man hugged him, he patted his back like a hair, and said in a low voice, "Drink milk before going to bed today, and grow taller."

Chi Wu nodded, and then said, "Don't be taller than your brother."

The beautiful dream ended here, and Chi Wu slowly opened his eyes, feeling that his whole face was still hot.

He circled his arms and hugged the warm things in his arms a little tighter.

"Are you awake?" came a hoarse voice from above.

Chi Wu couldn't tell the reality of the dream for a while, until he felt wet in the palm of his hand.

He let go of his hand, and the man stepped back two inches and raised his hand.

The blood red in his sight made him completely awake, he suddenly raised his head, met Cheng Yan's gaze, and stared at him blankly.

The emotions in his heart were too complicated, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Finally I know how to let go." Cheng Yan took a breath and said lazily, "It hurts me to death."

Chi Wu curled his fingers unconsciously, trying to cover the redness in his palm.

Just as he was in the posture, he saw that the T-shirt he used to bandage Cheng Yan's wound was soaked in blood, and Chi Wu turned over his wrist again.

The forearm where Cheng Yan was hugged before was also stained with a layer of red.

After being blind for a long time, he injured Cheng Yanrong again, which can even be described as salting the wound.

He turned his face away in despair, moved and moved, sat a little further away, and said dejectedly: "There are no more T-shirts."

"Forget it." Cheng Yan said, "In a person's life, there are some pains that have to be endured."

Chi Wu: "..."

Chi Wu looked at his wound from time to time, his mind tumbling and tumbling.

Because of Cheng Yan's injury, Chi Wu didn't have time to recall that dream, but he didn't want to forget that dream, so he repeatedly set aside a corner for it in his mind.

"Don't look at it, there is no other way, just wait for it to heal itself." Cheng Yan looked at him for a while, "What did you dream about?"

The dream that was forcibly stuffed into the corner was dragged out again. The sweetness in the dream and the guilt outside the dream made Chi Wu unable to get up and down. He held it in for a long time, and finally stood up awkwardly.

Cheng Yan recalled that "Tie Tie", looked up at Chi Wu, the corners of his mouth curved deeper.

Chi Wu turned around and didn't look at him. After digesting for a while, he squatted down and found the pieces of cloth that Cheng Yan had cut.

"Why don't you remove these wet cloth strips first," Cheng Yan asked, "Just press them down so hard?"

Chi Wu: "Take it apart yourself."

Cheng Yan's uninjured hand nodded on his shoulder again: "Here, it's also cracked."

Chi Wu: "..."

It's true that I'm cracked!

He bent down, looked around Cheng Yan's abdomen, found the knot behind his waist, pursed his lips, and said, "I can't get it."

"No, it's in the back." Cheng Yan said, "I can't carry it with my hands now."

Chi Wu had no choice but to change direction. He got behind his waist and spent half a day untying it.

There was still blood flowing out slowly from the center of the wound. Chi Wu's expression was gloomy. He raised his hand, subconsciously moved closer, and took a few breaths before sticking the cloth on with the slowest and gentlest way.

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes comfortably, and snorted twice with his hands on the small grip on the back of his head.

"What should I do after it's pasted?" Cheng Yan asked him, "Is there any tape to fix it?"

Chi Wu picked up his coat: "You tie it around your waist, don't tie it too tight."

"It's useless, these cloths are scattered and will fall off after a while." Cheng Yan said.

Chi Wu: "My hand is neither light nor heavy, so I can't keep pressing it."

"Then don't move, I'll do it myself." Cheng Yan's hand covered the back of Chi Wu's hand, "Take it out slowly."

The back of Chi Wu's hand was scalded by Cheng Yan, and he vaguely remembered the palm covering his knee in his dream.

Seeing Chi Wu in a daze, Cheng Yan grabbed his hand and asked with a smile, "When will you eat my tofu?"

Chi Wu's eyelashes trembled, sweeping to the backs of their overlapping hands.

"You relax a little."

Finally, their hands parted.

Chi Wu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before returning to the subject.

"What do you think about this ladder?"

"No logic." Cheng Yan said, "It's inexplicable."

Chi Wu nodded: "It's still fantasy."

"The bone knife in the upper carriage can play a certain role in this carriage," Cheng Yan said, "but it is not the key to breaking the game."

Chi Wu tapped his fingertips: "These two cars are not clue ladders. The amount of information in the cars is very low, and it is not clear whether the information in a single car serves the entire ladder."

"Is there a ladder that is more bloody and killing, and the one that decrypts second?" Cheng Yan said.

"Yes, because the level-breakers who enter the ladder have different abilities. In addition to the bond between teammates, the suitability of the ladder is also considered when matching the ladder." Chi Wu said, "But in many cases, the ladder is very capricious."

Cheng Yan spread his hands: "Then there is no other way, just go to the next carriage and have a look."

Chi Wu: "What about your injury?"

"Otherwise, let's live in the ladder until we are injured and recuperated." Cheng Yan said.

Chi Wu: "..." I'm afraid we'll see each other in half a month.

"Let's go when it stops bleeding." Cheng Yan waited for a while, then asked, "Why didn't the first carriage directly—" He reached out and rubbed Chi Wu's head.

It refers to Chi Wu's mind-reading ability.

Chi Wu's eyes rolled, aiming at Yuan Dian over there.

He never showed his ability to read minds to anyone, except Cheng Yan.

As soon as he finished looking at Yuan Dian, when he turned around, he caught a sly smile on Cheng Yan's face.

It turned out that Cheng Yan's purpose was to laugh at himself that he was not tall enough and had no one to hold him, so he couldn't read his mind.

Chi Wu ignored him and got up on his own. When he passed the corner, he glanced at Yuan Dian who was still asleep, and then walked to the window of the next car.

The next carriage was different from the one ahead, with no transparent windows through which to peek.

Chi Wu returned in vain, and when Yuan Dian woke up and Cheng Yan's wound improved, he patted his pants and got up: "Then let's go to the next carriage."

"Let's go."

The three of them stood in front of the door, and Yuan Dian touched the door: "Titanium alloy."

"What's the difference with the previous one?" Chi Wu asked.

"It's just a difference in material." Yuan Dian leaned against the wall leisurely, smiling nonchalantly, "It doesn't rust."

Cheng Yan pressed the handrail: "Let's go."

The car door was slowly pushed open, and the sight brightened, and the sound of the wind passed by, Cheng Yan quickly pushed them away, dodging the things thrown from the door, and quickly grabbed the whip that was drawn in front of Chi Wu.

Yuan Dian's hair was rubbed a little, and he immediately turned around and stared, "What?!"

Those things were not the same. There was a sharper dart in it, but it didn't penetrate the iron wall behind it, and fell to the ground with a few bangs.

Cheng Yan's eyes became sharper, his arm muscles exerted strength, and he pulled the person on the other end of the whip.

"Cheng...Cheng Yan?"