After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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He lowered his vision and opened his mouth wide: "Fuck, they have only had a child after being out for more than ten days? I remember that there is no ABO in this world. Is Xuanlong A or O?"

Turning up the screen size, I was even more astonished: "This child is too ugly, it doesn't look like the two of them will be born, could it be that one of them cheated?"

Lan Lan, who was judged ugly by people thousands of miles away, didn't know anything, she just looked at the strange uncle who arrived today cutely, pointed to the other's head with her little finger and said, "Uncle, you have ears on your head..."

Huang Jian was trying to fix the desk he had brought in, when his hat was accidentally hung off by a wooden stick, and the extra dog ears were spotted by the child, so he quickly put the hat back on his head: "No, you read it wrong. "

Lan Lan was dubious.

While talking, the mobile phone on the table suddenly started vibrating and ringing crazily, and the wall watch on the wall also pointed to 8:55. Huang Jian immediately stopped the work at hand, moved the half-assembled desk to the wall, and quickly After washing, go back to the room and close the door.

He is going to be a dog.

Both Zhao Huayuan and 422 knew what was going on, they didn't raise their heads, they were busy with their own business.

Today it was Zhao Huayuan and 422's turn to sleep on the sofa again, and 422 nestled on the couch to handle some trivial matters, during which time he glanced out the window.

The night outside the window is getting darker, slowly hanging from the sky to the ground, and the bottom is illuminated by the shining pillars of lights one by one, like a corrugated black curtain protruding from the thorns of different shapes.

He always felt that the night was somewhat familiar.

He vaguely remembered having a dream last night. The content of the dream was unclear, but it seemed to be quite important.

Although the frequency of dreaming is very low now, in the past when the pressure was high, 422 dreamed almost every day, and his memory was as vague as now every time.

He was a little concerned about the dream this time, because Zhao Huayuan seemed to have appeared before.

Did it appear in a dream?Or did he see him sleeping next to him when he was half asleep?

I can't remember anything.

Zhao Huayuan has always been a light sleeper, so he should be able to notice if he moves.

He pushed the person next to him: "Zhao Huayuan, did I wake up last night?"

Zhao Huayuan raised his head from the phone screen, his gaze moved slightly.

422 knew the answer: "Did I say anything to you last night?"

He didn't say anything last night, but Zhao Huayuan said a lot.

At the risk of saying it, the person who didn't expect to hear it doesn't remember it.

"You seem to be having a nightmare." Zhao Huayuan could only tell him this.

"Then did I tell you what the dream was?"

"You let me go, you are annoying."

"..." It really seemed like something I would do.

Looking at his gloomy face, Zhao Huayuan comforted him and said, "It's okay, don't worry too much about the things in your dreams, dreams are always reversed."

But for the system, dreams are faithful reflections of real events.

Losing the opportunity to understand his dream, 422 was a little disappointed, but this loss was very short-lived, he quickly put this matter behind him and ignored it.

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What 422 didn't expect was that the dream came again when he had no pressure today.

This is an extremely absurd dream.

He dreamed that he became a system code-named "Xuanlong", and wrote all the methods of building a new world on paper in secret language.

The content on the paper is not very clear, that part is not the content of the fragmented copy that 422 currently has in hand. The strange thing is that he knows how far the world has been built in the Xuanlong system when he wrote the diary.

Xuanlong finished writing the last word, put down the brush, put on his robe, and opened the wooden door.

The room he was in was very dark, and after the wooden door was opened, the long corridor was not very bright. One side of the corridor was a stone wall, and the other side was a wooden wall. The wooden wall was about one meter above the ground. Countless neatly arranged square cutouts.

Part of the light in the corridor comes from the moonlight slanting in through the hollows, and part of it comes from the torches on the stone walls.

In the cold and warm light, a man with a dignified and handsome face in a moon-white robe is walking towards this side.

He told the old man next to him something, probably because he heard the sound of the wooden door opening, he turned around quickly.

As if the ice had melted, the man's expression instantly became rich and gentle.

And his body walked over uncontrollably, reaching out to hug the man.

"Why don't you eat?" The man stroked the hair of this body, his tone was as soft as the moonlight seeping in from outside: "Although I said that you can do research, but the body is the most important thing. worthy of you."

After hearing this sentence, Xuanlong System raised his head, and passionately pecked the man's lips.

Judging from the content of their clothes and conversations with them, they were too unrestrained and bold in the ancient world, the ancient world.

The old man next to him stepped back with great insight.

The man was pressed against the stone wall, slowly responding to the body's intimacy, with endless indulgence.

"I will always protect you and will never let you die." Xuanlong said while kissing.

"Okay." The man stroked the other's back.

"I will build a world for you, a world that will not be disturbed by system control."

"Okay." The man obviously didn't understand, but he still responded with a smile.

"I've worked so hard, but the prince didn't say anything?"

The man's eyes were full of starlight, he lowered his head slightly, the woody fragrance between the hair and the clothing permeated in the night, and the warm and humid breath hit his ears, making his heart itch.

"This king rewards you with a supper, come and eat quickly."

At the end of the dream is the happy togetherness in the bed curtain, which stunned 422 who was watching.

From every angle, it was enough to make him dumbfounded.

Zhao Huayuan's actions are very familiar, obviously they have done this many times, the man and the man have very little contact with the script 422, this is the first time they have seen the scene.

And when it comes to this kind of scene, 422's perspective is strangely changed from possessing the mysterious dragon to watching from the air.

So he saw Xuanlong's face clearly.

The contrast between black and white is very strong. When Xuanlong is on the bed, he is really like a black dragon, mysterious and coquettish, with black hair like splashed ink, spreading on the side of the pillow.The darker the hair color, the more it made his face look like cold white snow. At this time, this snow was smudged by the sunset, with a faint pink color.

The expression on his face was both intoxicated and strategizing, with both temptation and indifference, a very strange temperament.

Even more amazing is his appearance——

He looks familiar.

The body shape, eyebrows and eyes are five parts like the temporary male ghost that 422 used when he first stayed in the plane world, and the facial features are eight parts like 422's appearance when he was in the main space.

It's so similar, if you don't doubt it, you'd be a fool.

But at this time, Zhao Huayuan called out the name of the person under him in a low and forbearing voice: "Qisheng."

This extremely familiar name gave 422 a heavy hammer on the head, directly hammering him out of the dream.

Suddenly withdrawing from the dream and returning to reality, 422 took a deep breath, resting his forehead to calm down the humming and tremor in his head.

There was the sound of pattering water not far away, and 422 turned around, only to find that the quilt on Zhao Huayuan's side was half lifted, and he was not on the bed.

The sound of water came from the bathroom. The bathroom door was locked, but the lights were not turned on.

Amidst the small and strange sounds, 422 suddenly heard Zhao Huayuan shout in a very low voice: "Qisheng."

Accompanied by a suppressed muffled hum.

Reminiscent of what scene the "Qisheng" in the dream was acting on, 422 instantly understood what Zhao Huayuan was doing.

There are even vivid images of Zhao Huayuan's passion %2F in his mind, his blushing and clear face, the crystal beads of sweat sliding down his white jade neck, and further down...

Stop it, don't think about it anymore.

It's dangerous to think about it any more.

422 got up from the bed, walked to the bay window, opened the curtains and stared blankly at the ordinary night outside.

The night in the city is always depressing, there are no insects, chickens and dogs, and there are no bamboo shadows dancing, and there are few stars in the thick sky.

The more it looked, the more bored it became, and the noise from the bathroom could not be ignored once it was noticed, so 422 simply left the window, opened the door and left the room.

After the door was opened, the road was blocked.

A sleeping yellow dog curled up underneath.

Glancing at Huang Jian's room, the door of his room was ajar, and part of the bed sheet fell to the floor, looking messy.

How could Huang Jian, who is keen on housework, make such a mess? It is estimated that the dog messed up the room when he was studying how to open the new lock in the room.

Since I left, I have been waiting by the bench.

From October, wait until January.

If he hadn't stayed in the plane world, if it hadn't been chosen as the carrier of the hero's soul, would it have waited forever?

I have always heard that dogs in the plane world are very loyal, but because there are very few opportunities to deal with them, I have never felt the meaning of the word "loyalty".

Now I feel it, but I feel sad for the yellow dog.

What good is it to regard a system like your own as the master?

What good is it to think of a system like yours as a loved one?

422 squatted down and stroked the top of the dog's head.

The dog is also wearing the elastic pajamas that Huang Jian wore when he was in human form. It is very loose and loose. The elastic belt holds the looser pajama pants around the waist, avoiding the catastrophe that the dog will break away from the clothes when running, and find himself naked somewhere when he turns into a human the next day.

The yellow dog, whose body was mostly covered by a set of human clothes, opened its eyes after feeling the touch, smelled the smell of its owner, stood up and rubbed its hand affectionately.

It seemed that it completely forgot that this person had fed it and then abandoned it, and that this person not only refused to take it back when they met again, but also locked it in the iron gate.

It seems to only know that the owner is touching it now.

So it should be close to the owner.

422 took it to the sofa, and the dog curled up beside him, purring comfortably as the owner combed the hair.

People and dogs sat in the living room for more than ten minutes, and the diagonal wooden door hurriedly opened, and Zhao Huayuan rushed out of the room, calling in a low voice, "Qisheng!"

422 looked at him through the darkness.