Waste Strong Foundation

Shang Yuan's body temperature was very high, and when he got closer, the line of his jaw appeared clear and sharp, and the sound of his steady heartbeat fell slowly on Fei Mingqiu's earlobe.

The two fingers with neatly manicured nails were slightly straightened, and the wrist was pulled with the fingertips to control his strength to stroke his neck and the newly grown hair.

We were so close we could hear each other breathing.

In the absolute silence, as he retreated and advanced, his big hand with well-articulated joints naturally squeezed in between the fingers and crossed the ten fingers of his right hand.

Wait, what is this doing?

Is it a bit strange?

At this time, Fei Mingqiu thought about it, but he couldn't think that Shang Yuan just checked his arteries, and shouted again:

"Shangyuan?"

The bewildered voice of the prey temporarily dispelled all kinds of bloody dissection schemes and guidelines for eating blood in the hunter's mind.

Thanks to the thick skin he had practiced in the court before, Shang Yuan withdrew his hand and commented like a kind and loyal friend:

"The heart rate was too fast, the energy and blood were insufficient, and I didn't eat well."

Fei Mingqiu looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Yuan: "The temperature in spring varies greatly. Remember to wear a scarf when you go out in the morning. If you don't have one, I can lend you one."

No, no, if this continues, the sweetness of hot cocoa will still linger in the dream.

Fei Mingqiu politely declined, picked up the spray, and slandered: "...Do science students know how to feel the pulse of an old Chinese doctor?"

Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Last year I was transferred to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine to debug their newly purchased artificial intelligence, and I learned a little at that time."

Accidentally speaking in front of him, Fei Mingqiu rescued him with a embarrassed face: "Is that artificial intelligence called Xiaomei?"

"En." Shang Yuan was not surprised, stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked to the kitchen to check what ingredients were left for dinner.

"Oh, Alpha mentioned it once. My body is fine, the food you cook is delicious, and I have been eating very hard."

Shang Yuan turned his head to look at him, and hurried past the beautiful woman's open lips biting the mist, her peach blossom eyes were half-drooped, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "I know."

Fei Mingqiu licked his teeth washed by the medicine mist with the tip of his tongue, and repeated: "I will eat anything, and I will eat well."

This sentence brought back memories of Shang Yuan.

Some memories best flushed down the drain.

He froze for a moment, and stood where he was, with no cigarette on his body, nowhere to rest his hands, and moved back and forth along the seam of his trousers.

The light and shadow flowed, and the water stains on the ground evaporated little by little.

The deformed tiger, which only he could see, had its hair standing on end, stretched its waist and limbs forward, shook its ears and then stood up straight, with its tail drooping.

Three fierce and strong tiger heads grew on the same neck, crowded and harmonious, and the six tiger eyes blinked one by one.Black and red blood flowed from their ears, nostrils, and the corners of their mouths. The blood flowed more and more, and each drop of blood splashed on the floor like shards of ice blown by the wind.

The tiger head in the middle, the tiger head that can barely be called simple and honest, said with difficulty:

"Eat, eat, Fei, Ming, Qiu."

Obviously, this tiger head is the most simple and honest, and its thoughts are the most straightforward.

For it, "eating people" is as simple as "hungry, beautiful, and rice".

……

Under the jujube tree, Fei Mingqiu, who was chatting with Qi You, had his heart stop beating twice for no reason, and his hands and feet were cold.

He felt something weird and evil was climbing up around his ankle.

He stomped his feet and jumped two more steps.

Knowing the whereabouts of the blue bird eggs, Qi You asked sadly, "Is it true that your palace cannot be removed? Is it a reward you got from praying to God?"

For the priest who had lived in the settlement since he was a child, the commemorative work that failed to start a business could definitely be called a magnificent palace.

Only God can create such a clean and comfortable house overnight, with automatic running hot water and warm wind blowing through your hair.

Fei Mingqiu withdrew his thoughts, "No, no, no, uh, how should I put it, not for now."

He has renounced and a primitive tribe of natives emphasizes that he is a staunch atheist.

Qi You bit his thumb, and suddenly thought of a way, "My lord, can you dig a deep tunnel at an angle and take out the eggs?"

Fei Mingqiu still felt cold, so he unbuttoned his trousers that reached his calves: "Okay, if you can find a player who is willing to do this."

Players who can dig out landslides by digging ditches according to the translucent auxiliary lines on the game interface in the open space are far from being able to take on such a heavy responsibility.

Qi You had never heard such a simple two-syllable word "player", and always thought it meant "ghost" or "soul".

He jumped three feet high, his thin yellow hair was disheveled, and said happily: "Okay! They must be willing!"

Fei Mingqiu: "Wait a minute. What reward do you have? Alpha wants to make this a task, so players will listen to you."

"What? There is such a thing? Aren't they the dead spirits summoned by your lord? They are your slaves. How dare you ask for a reward! You are so tolerant, my lord. If they fall into my hands, I will not only not allow them to rest, but also Always whip them."

"...er not a slave."

"How is it possible!" Qi You counted with his fingers, "I used to have four slaves serving me, let alone you, my lord."

Fei Mingqiu spoke nonsense seriously: "They are free citizens in their world, and summoning them needs to abide by the laws of another world."

"So hell is so terrible. Hmph, when I die, I must rebrand my slaves as slaves."

"..." Fei Mingqiu found it difficult to communicate.

Fortunately, Qi You is just a novice in the slave-owner class.

In the future, you will meet the leader or high priest of a large tribe——

That is the real "disharmony of three views", and violent conflicts are certain.

So, how did the unrealistic condition of establishing friendship with two tribes be successfully completed in just two months?

Fei Mingqiu handed over the matter of digging the tunnel to Alpha, and left worriedly.

Qi You squatted on the ground thinking hard, the freckles on his cheeks flushed with excitement gradually faded, he bit his lips and muttered:

"I'll figure it out. Reward, it's unbelievable that these slaves want a reward."

One day later, in the early morning of January 2021, 1.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were watching the bulletin board of the same game official website.

"Cross-age holographic games, free black-tech equipment, operator A who replies to comments anytime and anywhere.

"Why three of the happiest things in the solar system come together to make everyone unhappy.

"Is it because Brother Xiao Ma's mobile games are not fun anymore, is it because the pig farm games are free of charge, or is it because you young people have a problem with luck?"

"The Adventures of Trash", which has a total broadcast volume of over [-] million, starts from the second issue, and at the end of each issue, the above summary will be stated jokingly.

Immediately there was a large wave of African chiefs who lived in their 20s and never won a lottery.

Chen Yiheng wiped off his sweat, turned off the video, turned around and said in the UP main group that this method of "cheat barrage" is quite effective.

Ehe.

Because there are really too few internal test quotas that are open every day, the netizen Cha Lemon Cha who stays on the official website has even raised the price of old mature vinegar in the supermarket.

Today, new players who also want to seriously build infrastructure in the game bid farewell to the official website and dry lemon essence, put on VR glasses and prepare to log in;

People who are forced to calm their minds and tell themselves that "the most important thing is to participate" are also washing their faces and preparing to dream;

And Gu Dailu, the stand-alone game anchor who was sitting on the gaming chair anxiously refreshing the webpage, tapped the F5 button so fast that even afterimages appeared.

[20210112 gashapon machine winning list: <Waste 1283>, <Waste 38802>, <Waste 7409>. 】

Gu Dailu read the announcement three times in disbelief, and clicked on the member homepage in the upper right corner of the page, "Seven four zero nine! Fuck, I won!"

The friend who lived with him continued smoothly: "Bastard, what did you hit?"

Gu Dailu moved the computer screen over to show his friend, "The closed beta of "Trash"! I won! No need to go to the scalper to buy it!"

Of course, under the management of Alpha, who is known as the most intelligent in the universe, whether there are scalpers who can actually grab the quota is still a matter of debate.

Gu Dailu's friend pushed his glasses, "Hurry up and write an email to the official to authorize the live broadcast! That toilet paper was a 40-fan old-fashioned little up before, and after a few days of "Waste" popularity, it almost rose to You have [-] fans, you are a well-known anchor after all."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

During the live broadcast, Gu Dailu, who talked a lot and was autistic in reality, shook his head, took out his mobile phone to post on Weibo, and replied a few more.

[From tomorrow, the live broadcast will be changed to 12 noon, brothers and sisters, do you want to watch it or not? (I have something to do at night [狗头]]

[Win the lottery, give the official a face, "Trash" started [sunglasses]/@我是你爸父: Why are you silly at night [question mark]]

[Don't come, your face is black, you can't draw/@You call me Dad: Why don't you play with Mr. Gu?The game is called Trash, right? 】

[Ou Huang has a very long lifespan/@吴尚的left foot stinky socks: Ou Huang’s lifespan is extremely short [Shiba Inu gnashes teeth.jpg]]

……

Thanks to the tap water from many game ups, anchors, and bloggers, when Fei Mingqiu woke up, the number of members on the official website had already exceeded [-].

Ah this.

Alpha pulled the crack of the door to wake him up, and said solemnly: "Brother, if things go on like this, we will not be far from checking the water meter at home!"

Fei Mingqiu also nodded seriously, "Yes, yes....Wait, what do you mean by checking the water meter?"

Alpha had a complicated expression: "Yes, yes, hey, I can't just say it, you go upstairs and ask Shanggong. He must know."

Fei Mingqiu was so sleepy that he actually adopted the bad idea of ​​the artificial mentally retarded Alpha, and tiptoed open the door of Shang Yuan's bedroom.

The moment the door was opened, the strong smell of hot cocoa was overwhelming.

It was so sweet that pink bubbles burst out of Fei Mingqiu's eyes.

The Shang Yuan who grabbed the stun gun with one hand by the porthole of the spaceship and tried to kill him has been completely labeled by him as an "illusion".

"Who lives in the big pineapple in the deep sea?" The alarm clock in the corner rang suddenly.

Shang Yuan stretched out his hand to press the alarm, and slowly raised his head to look at the only light source.

The gray coral fleece sleeping blanket slid down to his waist and crotch, revealing his bare chest and tight abs.

The room was extremely dark, and Fei Mingqiu didn't notice Shang Yuan lying on the sofa for the first time. Before he woke up, he subconsciously sang after the ringtone:

"Sea~mian~bao~bao!"

Shang Yuan just woke up, reason and kindness told him that it was better to keep silent, but of course he didn't do so.

Fei Mingqiu heard the man laugh hoarsely in the darkness, and then laughed again after sitting up and putting on his slippers.

Might be really funny.

awkward.

Just, just... embarrassing.

The embarrassment of frantically rubbing the Jingming acupoint of the tablemate with his toes.

The embarrassment of wanting to find a rope to hang Alpha and SpongeBob SquarePants together.

The author says:

I'll change the cover later, I feel that the current cover is out of tune with Gudan District, the whole point of art.

In order to change the cover, before going out in the morning, I put the tablet in the quilt and charged it for a whole day, and I didn’t rush in at all (Shiba Inu grits his teeth.jpg), this kind of work depends on the electric blanket (