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

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422 stretched his hand into the dark space inside the cave, and while Wang Jian was yelling at his father and mother, he forcibly pulled out a thing that looked like a human head from inside.

"Since even my people dare to move, why do you want to run away?" Qisheng was very calm when he spoke this time, and his eyebrows were faint from the beginning to the end, as if he was catching fugitives, as if he forgot to take him away in the field. radishes.

But that understatement is scarier.

"Zhao Huayuan! Damn it! Ancestor! You! Say something!" Wang Jian's head was deformed by the strong suction force, and it almost turned into Ultraman's pointed eyes, holding on to things in the space-time gap. As he spoke, he desperately wanted to retract his head into the hole, and when he saw the unmoved human who had just reached an agreement with him, he hissed angrily.

There is actually such a miraculous way of chasing and fleeing. Zhao Huayuan looked at it for a while with great interest, and saw that Wang Jian was tortured to the point of screaming, and bit by bit his hands ripped half of his body out of the hole. The underpants were hanging on the edge, and his privacy was about to be exposed to others, so he persuaded his life: "Leave him alive, I have a deal with him."

"Is there a deal? With him?" 422 looked from the top of Zhao Huayuan's head to the soles of his feet, and after confirming that he was not being dealt with for the time being, his tone improved a little, but the strength in his hands did not ease in the slightest.

The body model that was so hard to make was about to be torn off, Wang Jian was furious: "Xuanlong, I* you two are eight times the ancestors, rub—"

Wang Jian's pants fell off.

Wang Jian's neck was stretched by 5 centimeters. It looked red and soft, and he couldn't support his head at all. It seemed that the inside had been broken, and it was only connected by the outer skin.

After the whole thing was pulled out, Wang Jian wobbled two steps on the ground with his head hanging unsteadily, and felt that the crack in the space behind him had been closed, and there was no way to escape at all. Fell, trying to escape by feigning death.

"How could a person make a deal with the system?" 422 walked in front of Wang Jian, and stretched out his hand to the deformed light head: "You still want to run to this kind of place?"

"He should have thought of this kind of consequences when he took you away." 422 raised his hand high.

Zhao Huayuan clearly felt that although Qisheng looked very calm now, he was actually in a state of extreme anger. He had a premonition that Wang Jian's head might be split in half with this knife.

Seeing that a head was about to hit the ground in front of his face, Zhao Huayuan didn't have time to think any more, so he took a quick step and stood in front of Wang Jian.

The speed of the attack was so fast that Zhao Huayuan felt a twinge of pain on his neck as soon as he moved.

But the stinging pain dissipated quickly, and he could still hear the sounds around him and see the scene in front of him.

He didn't die, the attack of his life stopped.

The acceleration before stopping was too high, and even the strong wind on the hand blade condensed into a solid body, which gave Zhao Huayuan the tactile sensation of being stabbed in the neck.

Between life and death, Zhao Huayuan's throat rolled, the skin close to Qisheng's hand subconsciously tightened, and a cold lightning called "Fear" spread throughout his body.

But Zhao Huayuan didn't have time to care about this.

He opened his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

After a moment of astonishment, Qisheng's pupils trembled imperceptibly, and his sanity seemed to have returned.

There was a brief stalemate on both sides.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qisheng's hand resting on his neck seemed to be trembling slightly. After a few seconds, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the look he looked at Zhao Huayuan was also filled with hatred and anger.

Zhao Huayuan's heart was clenched by a sudden pain, so tight that he couldn't breathe.

The red eyes made him suddenly realize that he had done a huge mistake just now.

He seems to have exacerbated a problem that was originally saved.

Zhao Huayuan quickly kicked the man pretending to be dead with his heel, signaling him to run away.

"Bodhisattva! Great Immortal!" A trembling female voice came in from the side, and the female owner of the house stood shivering in the corridor wrapped in a quilt, and also shouted in a low voice: "Can you... go outside, the air conditioner at the back... ...The TV set...the leather sofa, all, are quite expensive..."

The middle-aged hunk who showed off his majesty on her bed shrank behind his lover and nodded frantically.

Zhao Huayuan swallowed the dry liquid in his throat, and took the opportunity to say, "Qisheng, this is someone else's house, let's go out and talk about it."

Looking at the calm man in front of him, 422 took a long time to suppress the churning emotions in his chest, and finally put down his hand.

The hostess walked around in circles to the gatehouse, and opened the door for the mysterious organization that suddenly descended on her home to fight. Zhao Huayuan boldly pulled Qisheng's clenched fist by his side.

422 stared at him, and from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the man lying on the ground like mud behind Zhao Huayuan. Seeing someone supporting him, he jumped up and slipped into the crack of time and space before slipping away.

Zhao Huayuan is for this man.

For this man who had just met for less than half a day.

He did not hesitate to risk being hacked to death, but also to rescue the other party.

I cherish Zhao Huayuan's life so much, but the other party treats it like nothing and squanders it at will.

422 broke away from Zhao Huayuan's attempt to touch his hand, grabbed the collar of the person in front of him, grabbed him with one hand and threw him out the door.

An arc flew by, and Zhao Huayuan slammed into the aisle in the corridor.

The back of Zhao Huayuan's head was the fire hydrant, and the strong transparent shell couldn't bear the heavy blow. It cracked under his head with a loud bang, and the fire vessel inside was jingled. Blood.

The hostess was stunned by this battle, and the bed sheet on her body almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Huayuan raised his head with difficulty, and shouted to the landlady, "Close the door!"

As if pardoned, the landlady slammed the door hastily and pretended not to see anything.

In the empty corridor, 422 looked at Zhao Huayuan, and evoked a warm smile: "Your relationship has warmed up quite quickly. Within half an hour, you can already work together to deal with me."

Every word is like an ice pick, piercing towards Zhao Huayuan.

It's over, and now Qisheng's anger has completely turned to himself.

The tragic situation of the people who have been tortured by him so far appeared in his mind, Zhao Huayuan had a premonition of danger, and his back was a little hairy.

He stood up, his elbow was bloodied by the sharp edge of something he didn't know belonged to.

"What, you think I'm really reluctant to hit you, don't you?" 422 didn't even bother to laugh, the volcano was on the verge of erupting, and the nearby electric lights couldn't withstand the magnetic field when he was angry, and began to flicker like in horror movies.

To be honest, although I am very grateful to Qisheng for rushing to save me when I was dragged into the corridor by Wang Jian, but in terms of the result, when Qisheng beat himself, he was more than one or two grades more ruthless than Wang Jian.

Zhao Huayuan shook his head lightly to make his vision clearer.

At the time of life and death, he actually remembered some irrelevant things.

A colleague has a cat at home, and once told him that if the cat is angry, as the owner, he should not be head-on at this time, but should appease the cat's emotions through petting and food.

Qisheng was still wearing the white plush pajamas at home, and his blue and silver eyes were full of cold light, just like the Ragdoll cat raised by a colleague stretching out its sharp claws when angry.

Would it be equally useful if they were all cats?

Zhao Huayuan took a step forward, suddenly raised his hand to press the back of Qisheng's neck, and kissed the other's lips with his lips.

"Damn it!" Under such circumstances, 422 dared to forcefully kiss himself, sneered angrily, pulled the man's hair, and pulled his head far away.

The smell of blood spread in the mouth.

Zhao Huayuan squinted his eyes, reached into the hem of 422 pajamas, and touched the smooth skin on his back.

His backhand is a slap.

The person who was beaten twisted up instead and covered his lips again.

Lips and tongue intertwined, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

"I didn't betray you," Zhao Huayuan said hastily, "I didn't help him."

The tip of the tongue also swept across the other's palate soothingly, licking the soft lips of the person in his arms.

"How dare I hide it from you?" Zhao Huayuan carefully followed the hair, slipped his hand to the waist of the man in his arms, and gently pressed the waist. "It's cold outside, let's talk about it when we get home?"

Just at this moment, a door across the room opened. A girl in her early twenties was wearing one-piece jingle cat pajamas and big pink earphones to put garbage at the door. When she looked up, she saw two men hugging each other in the aisle. relative.

Zhao Huayuan's first reaction was to take his hands out of Qisheng's clothes, pull down the hem of Qisheng's pajamas, and bury the other person's face on his shoulders.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" The girl froze for a moment, blushing and wanted to close the door: "Go ahead!"

Just as the door was closing, it slammed open again, and the Dingdang cat girl pulled out her earphones and screamed, "That! I'm sorry! Are you Young Master Sun and the housekeeper!!"

422 didn't react for a while.

Zhao Huayuan paused, remembered something, and said, "That..."

"Ahhhhhh!! Absolutely!!! I've watched that kiss a hundred times!" Ding Dong ran up to them like a cat, blinking his starry eyes and shouting: "You are acting in "*Please ignore the name of the script" *" the actor himself! Wow! He's even more handsome than in the show, I'm going to die!"

The girl's enthusiasm completely disrupted the situation, leaving both of them a little overwhelmed.

Zhao Huayuan took him away slightly in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Yes, please lower your voice, we just came here to do something, so we'll leave right away."

"Oh oh ok, sorry!" The girl immediately lowered the volume and whispered excitedly: "I like you two so much!"

"Master Steward, are you injured? There is blood on your head..."

"It's okay, my friend and I are going to the hospital."

"I will! I have a first aid kit at home, and I will deal with it! You can come to my house, but, but can you sign for me," the girl rushed into the house in a panic, pulled out a pen and paper from the table, and looked helplessly. Say: "Please! Just one!"

422 was somewhat startled by this battle, and signaled Zhao Huayuan to leave immediately.