After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Black Snake quietly rested his chin on the edge of the bed, staring longingly at the back of the person on the bed.

The black hair of the person on the bed fell obediently on the bed, and the air conditioner slipped off his shoulders, exposing his slender and fragile neck.

The snake seemed to be hovering at a low altitude against the bed, and swam past lightly without making any sound.

He grabbed the quilt in his mouth and pulled the quilt up until it covered his chin.

Yan Zhijin frowned, turned over, and murmured vaguely, "Huh?"

The snake immediately retracted into the box, only showing a pair of eyes to watch him secretly.

Yan Zhijin seemed to be dreaming, turned over, pulled down the quilt again, and fell asleep peacefully again.

He is now lying on his side facing the snake, his back is slightly arched, his knees are bent, and the quilt is sandwiched between his arms, maintaining a standard baby sleeping position.

Seeing that he didn't wake up, the snake swaggered out of the box and covered him with the quilt.

But this time the quilt was held down by his hand, and it was almost impossible to pull the quilt up without alarming Yan Zhijin.

The snake tried several times, and the quilt only moved a little.

He wagged his tail displeased.

The front neckline of the pajamas was wider than the back, so that the neckline slid to one side when lying on her side, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

The snake's eyes darkened, lowered its head, and piously printed a shallow mark on the smooth skin with its moist snout.

The quilt horns are slightly raised by the breeze.

The air conditioner is diagonally in front, and the wind blows in this direction. If it blows for a long time, you will definitely catch a cold.

Not to mention catching a cold may also cause a headache.

Snake used a little more force this time, he pushed Yan Zhijin's hand away with his kiss, and raised the corner of the quilt.

Yan Zhijin seemed to feel something, frowned again, and groped on the bed.

The snake covered the quilt and retracted quickly.

Unexpectedly, when he shrunk halfway, he was suddenly grabbed by the waist.

The snake straightened its tail stiffly, with its head facing forward, maintaining its upper body suspended in mid-air with a super strong muscle control.

After more than ten seconds, there was no follow-up scolding sound, only the soothing sound of breathing lingered in his ears, and he slowly turned around.

Yan Zhijin seemed to have finally found the most comfortable sleeping position, with his brows stretched, his body curled up, and the snake in his arms.

In his sleep, he unconsciously rubbed his face against the cold snake scales, like an innocent child guarding his favorite doll.

The snake slowly poked its head over, sniffed the scent around his neck, curled up its tail, and fell asleep peacefully in the small space in front of his abdomen.

***

Yan Zhijin slept soundly, and opened his eyes refreshed before the alarm clock rang.

When he woke up, the snake also looked up from the box and looked at him sleepily.

Those dark eyes met his eyes, and immediately burst into a sparkling look, and the whole snake revealed joy.

Yan Zhijin avoided his ardent gaze, said "good morning" softly, and quickly got out of bed to prepare to fold the quilt.

When he woke up, he was hugging the quilt. Now that he unfolded the quilt, he could see that a corner of the soft quilt had been crumpled.

Yan Zhijin blushed.

In fact, he didn't sleep so dishonestly before, basically what he looked like on the bed when he was sleeping, he would be like that when he woke up.

But recently he sleeps with the black snake in his arms, and even strokes the snake before going to bed, so that he is used to holding something in his hand when he sleeps.

There were no snakes yesterday, so I had to catch the quilt.

I didn't expect this habit to form.

He took a little effort to spread out the quilt, folded it into a neat square, and washed and dressed in an orderly manner.

A long blurred shadow was reflected on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

He opened the door expressionlessly, and stuffed the excited black snake back into the box.

By the way, put the lid on.

The black snake was stunned for a moment, and began to thrash violently.

Yan Zhijin turned a deaf ear, went back to the bathroom in a good mood, and continued to wash.

He looked at himself in the mirror, who was meticulously dressed and energetic, and suddenly felt a sense of ease in taking control back to himself.

The plan went well.He has realized that he and Yan Hui will sleep in separate beds, and the next step is to continue to study, downplay the impact of his relationship with Yan Hui on himself, and shift the focus of life back to the subject.

He opened the bathroom door, removed the black snake lying on the box, and packed the box.

Black Snake lifted his spirits and said, "You won't let me sleep in the box?"

"This box is too simple, I'll replace it with a bigger ecological tank." Yan Zhijin asked, "What decoration do you want? Wood, bamboo, stone, or moss?"

Black Snake: "I want you."

"Impossible." Yan Zhijin put the box on his head, watched the black snake's tail twist violently for a while, and then took it off.

"Then when are you going back to your own home? Don't you miss your little snakes? And that weird-looking rabbit." Black Snake asked dissatisfied, shaking the thread that fell on top of his head.

When he said this, Yan Zhijin also remembered that his pet snakes were still entrusted to the little snakes raised by Yan Bo to take care of them.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I've found someone I know to take care of them on a regular basis. During this time, your snakes have worked hard to take care of them."

"What are they working hard for? They just clean the room and feed the mice every few days." Black Snake snorted, "Don't look for anyone else."

The air pressure around him was getting lower and lower, and Yan Zhijin couldn't hold on, so he let him go.

Black Snake said: "I don't want to sleep in a glass tank either, it's freezing to death."

Yan Zhijin also said, "But I can't let you go to bed."

Black Snake climbed onto the box, gently touched the back of his hand with his kiss, looked at him with innocent eyes like a puppy, and said, "I just sleep here, I don't think it's simple."

"I... will buy you a bigger kennel, so you can sleep more comfortably." Yan Zhijin said stiffly, pinching the edge of the box tightly.

Black Snake readily agreed.

It doesn't matter what nest you are, as long as you put it next to Yan Zhijin's bed.

The kennel is still very soft, even if Yan Zhijin accidentally falls off the bed, he can still hold on.

He is very satisfied.

Shen Chengfeng and Yan Tingxue who were on vacation were still asleep.Yan Zhijin made some breakfast casually, and went out in the hazy morning light.

The research institute was empty in the early morning, only the cleaning robots were in action.

Yan Zhijin returned to his office, a little dazed.

Obviously only two weeks have passed, but to him, it seems like a few years have passed, everything is familiar and strange.

Others also came back intermittently, because Fang Mian had greeted them in advance, and most of them didn't show anything special.

Zhou Hanguang was the most excited. Not only did he arrive early, but he also reported the new research results to Yan Zhijin as soon as he arrived.

It is slightly different from what Fang Mian reported to him. It can be seen that Zhou Hanguang has also put in a lot of effort in private.

Some places did give Yan Zhijin some inspiration, so he couldn't help but chat with Zhou Hanguang a few more words.Looking back after the chat, Yan Hui was sitting beside him with a cold face, opening and closing the cap of the pen, repeating meaningless actions over and over again.

The pen cap of the signature pen showed shallow cracks because of his excessive force.

Yan Zhijin couldn't help but said, "Put the pen away if you don't use it."

Yan Zhen raised his eyelids, glanced at him, threw the pen aside, crossed his fingers, and put it on the table.

His face was still cold, without a smile, and his round pupils tended to change to vertical ones.

When Yan Hui was still in the form of a snake, he didn't want to see Zhou Hanguang, but now that he is in the form of a human, it is more obvious.

But it was impossible for Yan Zhijin not to talk to Zhou Hanguang, who was his young assistant and favorite student.

What's more, what they talked about was all about research and normal work communication.

Yan Zhijin faintly felt a little headache.

He turned his head again and found that Zhou Hanguang was also looking at Yan Hui provocatively, like the first of the two pet dogs to be rewarded by his owner, his words were full of condescending sarcasm.

... both of them don't worry about it.

He handed the report to Zhou Hanguang, and said seriously: "I understand what you said, let's go back first."

Zhou Hanguang froze, looked at the report in front of him, but didn't answer it.

He asked unwillingly: "Teacher, don't you have anything more to tell me? It took me a long time to come to these discoveries..."

Yan Zhijin put the report aside, and focused on reading Fang Mian's records on his desk the day before: "You did a good job. We will discuss the details when Fang Mian comes."

Reluctantly, Zhou Hanguang picked up the report he had rushed out after staying up all night, and turned to leave.

Yan Xun's ridicule came from not far behind.

Yan Zhijin didn't turn his head back: "You also work hard."

"You're so hardworking." Fang Mian walked into his office with a pile of documents, and said with a smile, "I thought that you just came back and at least had to rest for a few days to get back to work."

"I can't throw the burden on you anymore," Yan Zhijin raised his head, took the documents in his hand, and said, "You haven't had much rest either."

Fang Mian's eyes flickered.

"Thank you." Yan Zhijin stretched out his hand to him, and said sincerely, "Hugh Yin."

"Thank me for what?" Fang Mian shook hands with him, shrugged and said relaxedly.

"Thank you for persuading Sinov not to treat me as a sacrifice, and for reminding Zhiyu where I am, so that he can save me."

It's useless though.

Fang Mian is what Snorf and Matt call Hugh.

In fact, from the iconic movements of Snowf and Fang Mian holding the pendant, it can be seen that they believe in the same religion.

But Yan Zhijin didn't expect that the two of them would have such a different concept.

"You don't need to thank me." Fang Mian said with a smile, "I still count on you to lead us to explore more messages that God has left for us."

"You don't agree with the method of summoning gods with sacrifices?"

Fang Mian shook her head, and said softly: "Snorf always feels that he should dedicate all the best things to God. But I think God doesn't care about these at all. From the very beginning, He arranged our path, but It’s very subtle, and through these clues that He guides us, maybe we can get a glimpse of God.”

The same madness as Snowfly flashed in his eyes: "I believe that God expects us to find Him."

He smiled: "It may also be because, I don't want you to leave now. Maybe I don't care if I change someone else."

After returning to the research institute, Yan Zhijin's life was back on track.

I don't know if he forced himself to focus on research and stop thinking about the past between Yan Jin and that god, or after experiencing that sacrifice, his brain was strengthened, and he actually broke through their long-standing problems.

When the mouse, which had been injected with the treated venom and survived until the next day, appeared, everyone cheered.

They did it... They succeeded in enhancing the various abilities of the little white mouse, keeping it—at least prolonging its lifespan by a large margin.

The medicine that Lu Botang told him that day was actually possible.

Appeared in their research institute.

Yan Zhijin was also immersed in the joy of making great progress in his research, so he even forgot to eat and sleep, almost spending time in the laboratory except for the few hours when he went home to sleep.

During lunch time, Yan Zhijin looked at the previous research records while gnawing on bread.

He Jiayun leaned over, put down a cup of coffee, and asked with erratic gaze, "Well...you didn't quarrel, did you?"

Yan Zhijin didn't raise his head: "Who am I with?"

"You and Xiaoyan! Look how long you haven't spoken!" He Jiayun slapped his thigh.