After crossing, I became a group pet

The blue sky is vast, the streets are empty, and the young and arrogant blonde hair is swaying in the sky. Su Qingmian twists a strand in her hand, and her silky hair is as smooth as silk.

Xiao Aojiao took Su Qingmian to stop on the street of Shengting College. The towering old trees on both sides of the road grew against the wind, and the leaves cut the skylight and rustled in the breeze.

"Why did you bring me to school?" Su Qingmian folded her hands on the back of her head, reluctantly following behind Xiao Aojiao.

She has the same face as Ling Yesheng, but Su Qingmian finds Xiao Aojiao much more pleasing to the eye, and even thinks that Xiao Aojiao is the most beautiful in the world, and there is no one in the world who is more beautiful than him.

Xiao Aojiao looked back, her hair fluttered with the shaking of her body, and stretched out her hand: "Tell you the truth."

Su Qingmian stretched out her hand ignorantly, and put it on Xiao Aojiao's hand: "What's the truth?"

Xiao Aojiao took Su Qingmian's hand and pulled it forward: "The truth is that Su Mu was not killed that day."

"Oh." Uncontrollably throwing her body on Xiao Aojiao's body, Su Qingmian felt a little hot on her face.

At the end of the road is a pure white building with large domed windows protruding from the wall. Below the window is a giant statue in the shape of a lift. Roses climb up the wall. The white wall is in sharp contrast with the bright red roses. Warm and splendid.

There are several gilt characters hanging on the quaint fan-shaped door: Remains Library.

The Relic Library is the only place in the Holy Pavilion College that is managed by elves. The books, documents, and periodicals in it are organized and classified by the elves. The elves are careful and patient. They manage the relic library very well, but the elves have a temper Weird, generally do not communicate with ordinary people, even if someone goes in to check the books and asks them where the books are, they will not answer.

Xiao Aojiao hung a white veil to cover her face, and took Su Qingmian's hand in.

During the rest time, there was only one elf on duty in the library. The elf's face was like a rose, and he looked up at them with a stern face, and shook the welcoming wind chime hanging at the front desk for the sake of someone of the same kind.

There was a jingle, and the sound was crisp.

"what is this?"

"The welcome bell," Xiao Aojiao smiled slightly, "that elf is welcoming you."

Su Qingmian was flattered and nodded to the elves: "Thank you."

The elf blushed and hid her head behind the book.

Xiao Aojiao led Su Qingmian through the winding silver staircase. The ceiling of the library was very high, and the walls were full of books. The winding staircase connected the suspended corridor. The corridor was very narrow, and one person and one elf had to walk back and forth to get away. .

"How did you design it?" The corridor is less than two meters wide, one meter is used for walking, and the other meter is a row of tables and chairs for people who read books to sit.

Do you dare to design it wider, even if it is wider, it will not be so cramped.

"Beautiful."

"I don't think it's useless if it's not practical or beautiful," Su Qingmian pouted, "Who designed it?"

"..." Xiao Aojiao, "Listen to the sound of the night."

Su Qingmian: "Hehe." Very good, flashy, it's his style.

Xiao Aojiao pointed her finger, and a thick book flew out from the wall. The title of the book was: "History of the Law Enforcers"

Xiao Aojiao made the book float at a comfortable height for the two of them to look at. When the book was opened, the first page was the portrait of Ling Yesheng. On the front, there are blood-red roses on the front and back, with an indifferent and elegant expression, and a smile that seems to be a smile that is not a smile.

Su Qingmian wanted to retch again: "Ugh—"

Xiao Aojiao glanced at him, and quickly turned to the next page, densely packed with words, Su Qingmian didn't want to read the first sentence.

"What's the truth?" Su Qingmian asked, "You didn't lie to me to study, did you?" Xiao Aojiao really wanted him to read more books to improve IQ, but he shouldn't read history books if he wanted to. .

Holding Xiao Aojiao's hand: "Let's go, let's go home and sleep, if you want to come and play, I'll be with you next time."

Xiao Aojiao's eyes stared at Su Qingmian's hand holding him for a long time, and there was a clear and shallow satisfied smile on his face.

Su Qingmian punched Xiao Aojiao on the top of the head, there was a muffled bang, and it hurt to hear the sound.

Xiao Aojiao was dumbfounded, and stared at him sharply: "Are you crazy?"

Su Qingmian patted her chest, and let out a long breath: "Ah, I was scared to death, I thought you were possessed by the sound of the night, and your expression is so similar to him, you still look pleasing to the eye."

Xiao Aojiao pointed to a few books on the wall and slammed them on Su Qingmian's body: "I look like this, you will be more pleasing to the eye."

"Hehehe." Su Qingmian smirked holding the book that was thrown at him, "Pleasing to the eye! Have I ever told you that you are very vivid when you are angry?"

The fate of praising elves indiscriminately is that dozens of books are smashed down, and Xiao Aojiao put the books back to their original positions with a deadpan face: "Vivid?"

Su Qingmian kept giggling, stretched out her hand and rubbed Xiao Aojiao's head, making a bird's nest for her blond hair.

Xiao Aojiao glanced at him, her hand seemed to throw a handful of starry sky into the book spread out in front of her eyes, the words in the book floated up, spun with golden light, fused together and shattered into thousands of stardust, forming a virtual world.

Gwanghae's history unfolds in true 5D.

The primitive world is dark and desolate. People live in chaos, and they live in chaos. There are a few clear-eyed children wandering in the world, and they grow up wandering.

They seemed to be looking for something, a young man found a seedling, he happily called his companions over, and they danced happily around the seedling.

Su Qingmian and Xiao Aojiao are in the virtual world, everything seems to happen around them, and they share the happiness of teenagers together.

The seedlings grew up under the careful care of several people, and grew into a big tree, the tree of the atrium!

Su Qingmian recognized belatedly that one of these teenagers looked very similar to Bai Shan.

"What era is this?"

Xiao Tsundere: "Gwanghae's chaotic era, to be precise, the world at that time was not called Gwanghae, but nothingness and chaos. A group of children were inspired by the world to look for the seedling of hope - the tree of the atrium. They found the seedling, Take care of the seedlings to grow up, and the seedlings become the carrier of spiritual power and the source of light. Since then, nothingness has got rid of ignorance, and civilization has been derived under the illumination of light."

Xiao Aojiao pointed to the boy who looked like Baishan: "Baishan in his youth," he pointed to the cold boy next to him, "Su Qihua," and introduced them one by one, "Xiang Wan, Ju Wuci, Yun Turns out, they are the creators of the times."

Su Qihua... Su Qingmian's eyes lingered on Su Qihua's face for a long time. The name he had heard from Ling Yesheng was his father.

Su Mu's nose is like his father's, tall and straight like a jade mountain.

The high-spirited young man Su Qihua guarded under the tree in the atrium. In battle after battle, he always straightened his back, resolute like a god of war.

Su Qingmian smiled when she saw it.

I saw a joke before: My parents died before I was born.

Haha, both parents are dead, how can there be "I"?

But Su Qingmian is really like this, he is born from his mother's Xuantang tree, and is the crystallization of love that persists after his parents' death.

Su Qingmian has never met her parents, but she was born with the love of her parents.

It's so strange, obviously he came from time travel, airborne, not the original owner, but he is so sad, so sad.

The young Su Qihua stood between heaven and earth with a silver sword in his hand. In a trance, Su Qingmian seemed to see Su Qihua looking at him. His eyes were not as cold and soft as before, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand: "Mian'er ,Come."

Time and space are entangled, the soul trembles, and the warm voice spans thousands of years, but it still has the power to touch people's hearts.

"Father......"

Su Qingmian stretched out her hand tremblingly, and the screen suddenly collapsed like mountains and seas, and moved back quickly.

"There will be some residual consciousness in the early books, but it is consciousness after all, don't be too sinking." Xiao Aojiao reminded him.

Su Qingmian grabbed the veil at the heart: "I see."

The collapsed picture was quickly reassembled. At this time, Guanghai had already taken its current prototype, with the sky shining brightly and the sky boundless.

A fruit was born on the tree in the atrium. On the day when the fruit bloomed, a group of people gathered under the tree. They prayed devoutly and waited for life to come.

"This is me, and the sound of listening to the night came out later," Xiao Aojiao seemed not to want Su Qingmian to understand this history too much, and let the picture fly by.

After the world was reorganized again, gunpowder smoke filled the surroundings, a man shrouded in darkness wreaks havoc, the crowd fled in all directions, and the number of people who survived was far less than the number of people who died. .

"This is the first person in Guanghai whose talent has been darkened and fell into madness since there are records. He almost killed half of Guanghai's people." Xiao Aojiao said with great sadness in his eyes, "During this battle, Baishan They researched the ultimate spell for the first time, and used it to kill the Darkened One, who is also one of the creators, named Yun Fan."

After Yun Fan's death, the world slowly regained its vitality, but the darkening of talent caused great psychological trauma to people, and they realized that Guanghai needed a king.

Su Qingmian didn't see the specific process, and the screen skipped and played. When he saw it, Ling Yesheng sat on the throne with a rose wreath surrounded by thousands of people. There was no Xiao Aojiao in that screen.

Ling Yesheng set up law enforcers, and let Bai Shan be the head of law enforcement, with the purpose of discovering people with darkened talents in time, and then killing them.

At that time, the sound of the night was still small, and he did things with his hands tied. There was a law enforcement officer whose ambition swelled more than his strength. He took advantage of the fact that the sound of the night had not yet grown wings, and he grabbed the power. Baishan couldn't stand it. The law enforcement officers had a dispute, and finally Baishan was excluded, and the law enforcement officer became the head of law enforcement instead.

The organization that was originally established to protect the world turned into a thorn in Ling Yesheng's side in the end.

Su Mu obviously didn't darken at that time, but the law enforcement chief insisted on shooting him.

Su Qingmian came to the execution ground to control Ling Yesheng to ask for his brother, but Ling Yesheng was actually very weak. He beat Su Qingmian because the law enforcement chief showed signs of doing something. If the law enforcement first took action, Su Qingmian would be even worse.

Ling Yesheng used Su Qingmian to delay time, and finally waited until Su Wuhuai brought the other two brothers of the Su family. Su Wuhuai signed the oath contract in public. Only Su Wuhuai's contract was not enough. Fortunately, Su Wuhuai brought After leaving Baishan, although Baishan is not the head of law enforcement, his image in the hearts of the world is unshakable, and the head of law enforcement can only let Su Mu go.

"Now, do you still hate the sound of listening to the night?" Xiao Aojiao dispelled the illusion, and the library full of books reappeared in front of her eyes.

"You mean that Ling Yesheng is actually helping me?" Su Qingmian looked unbelievable, and asked Ling Yesheng, that stinky person, will help him?

The world is dreaming.

"He can't help himself most of the time." Xiao Aojiao's voice sounded quite sad, "You said you hate him, I think he won't be happy that you think of him like this, let alone you are afraid of him."