The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

The little dragon cub flying in the air was probably startled by his voice. With a slant of its wings, it swooped down on the bed, accidentally tripped over something it was holding, and rolled on the bed.

Nan Xiao's cub-training aura that he had just built up was completely wiped out by his heartache and funny.

He sighed softly, walked to the bed in two steps at a time, and picked up the little dragon cub that had rolled on the bed a few times and put it away.

Touch the thing in Zai Zai's paw in the dark.

It seems to be made of wood, not polished well, very rough, maybe a stick.

His cub sneaked out through the window in the middle of the night, just to bring back a wooden stick?

"Cub, you didn't hurt from the fall, did you? What is this, why did you bring this back?"

Zai Zai had already stood firmly on the bed, Nan Xiao fumbled to turn on the kerosene lamp beside the bed.

A small patch of warm yellow light illuminates one corner of the room.

Nan Xiao saw it clearly now, there was no wound on Zai Zai's body, what was caught in his claws was a long wooden stick.

The front end of the stick looks very carefully polished and is very smooth, but the end is still full of wooden thorns, which looks like a half-finished product.

He and the little dragon cub stared wide-eyed for a few moments, but didn't understand what this thing could do.

Could it be that Zai Zai used it to sharpen his claws?

But the dragon cub's claws can easily cut even metal, and cutting wood is not as easy as cutting tofu.

The little dragon cub didn't seem to expect him to come back suddenly, and stood there holding the wooden stick, silent like a statue.

"...Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, just put this away and put it away."

Nan Xiao tried to take the wooden stick from the little dragon cub's hand, and pulled it lightly, but it didn't move.

Zai Zai seemed to be guarding some rare treasure, his claws were tightly gripped, and he even opened his mouth to grab a stick and pull him.

"Cub, we don't play tug-of-war!"

Zai Zai turned a deaf ear and still refused to let go.

Nan Xiao was helpless and didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only let him go.

"You can keep it if you want, but you can't sneak out in the middle of the night in the future. What if something happens? I'll be worried if I don't see you."

"Zizai, I came here to discuss the draft of the mech model with you. See if there is anything you want to change. I brought the draft and you can draw it."

Nan Xiao spread out the manuscript paper and moved it in front of the little dragon cub.

The young man squatted down beside the bed, resting his chin with both hands, ready to watch Zai Zai draw.

Before squatting still, he suddenly saw the little dragon cub opening his mouth and grabbing his sleeve.

The milky white fangs carefully grabbed his cuff, but pulled him onto the bed with unquestionable force.

"Cub, I can squat here and watch your paintings."

"Cub, do you want me to sit on the bed with you?"

"Cub, what on earth—"

The little dragon cub suddenly let go, looking down as he was thinking, a moment later he suddenly dropped the manuscript paper, "da da da" ran to the corner of the bed, curled up and made a sleeping motion.

Nan Xiao looked at him blankly.

"Cub, you... are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to bed first. We will talk about the manuscript tomorrow."

After the words were finished, the little dragon cub turned over and stood up quickly again, twisted his tail, and pointed at him.

Nan Xiao came to a sudden: "You want me to sleep? You draw the manuscript yourself?"

The little dragon cub's straight pupils relaxed slowly, and he nodded.

"My fever has subsided, and I'll be fine if I go to bed later..."

The little dragon cub shook his head.

"And I'm not sleepy at all now, I came to the game to find you because I couldn't fall asleep..."

The little dragon cub flew over with fluttering wings, pulled him onto the bed by his sleeve, flicked his tail and picked up the quilt to cover him, as if he didn't give him any room to refuse.

Nan Xiao lay down dumbfounded, seeing Zai Zai hurriedly help him tuck the quilt, obedient and caring, really couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded obediently and closed his eyes.

"Okay then, baby, I'll sleep for a while, you draw the manuscript yourself, and call me when you're done?"

Obviously he is raising the cub, why...Zai Zai likes to take care of him now, what kind of little dragon cub did he pick up?

Seeing him lying down quietly, the little dragon cub finally turned around and walked to the manuscript with satisfaction, lowered his head and began to correct seriously.

Nan Xiao didn't feel sleepy at first, but it was warm under the quilt, and there were cubs beside him. He lay with his eyes closed for a few moments, and a sense of sleepiness crept up his eyelids.

Hearing the slight touch of pen and paper, he pursed his lips and turned over, falling into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already the next morning, Nan Xiao rubbed his eyes to adapt to the bright sky, stretched out his hand from the bed, and went to the side to reach for the little dragon cub.

I don't know when Zai Zai rested last night, and how the draft is going.

The bed beside him was cold, as if there had been a cub lying there.

Nan Xiao groped a few times, and when his eyes got used to the morning light, he opened his eyes and turned his head. He saw the wooden stick on the wooden table at first sight.

To be exact, it was a well-made wooden gun. The wooden stick had been polished smooth, and the tip was made of unsharpened iron, and a red tassel was hung on it.

Just like the wooden gun that he liked to play with after watching The Legend of Nezha when he was a child.

It's just that at that time, the father, the queen, and the queen were worried that his health would not be able to bear it, and they were worried that he would hurt herself. He hadn't played for a few days before the wooden gun was taken away.

It turned out that Zai Zai sneaked out in the middle of the night to find suitable wood, and he refused to give him the stick because the things were not ready yet.

He just casually mentioned to Zai Zai that he liked to play this game when he was a child, and Zai Zai made it for him.

And him?I promised Zai Zai that I would take him to see reality, but I broke my promise...

A trace of guilt flashed across the young man's eyes, and the dark almond eyes were brightly dyed by the starlight.

He got up and got out of bed, went to the table to pick up the gift that Zai Zai made for him, and looked at it carefully.

A very strong desire suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, wanting to bring this into reality and preserve it properly.

As a child he couldn't play this, he couldn't play that.

Now that Zai Zai has made up for him, can't he still do what he wants? !

[It was detected that Zai Zai made the first gift for the player.The task reward for the side task "This toy was contracted by you" is now added.

If the task completion reaches the fourth level: Zai Zai's favorite toy, new functions will be opened.

Players can travel between the game and reality with any inanimate items (excluding items that affect game balance, such as military mechs, etc.). 】

"Zai Zai, I like this gift very much—"

Nan Xiao's voice paused, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the little dragon cub since he got up.

Where did Zai Zai go again?

"Cub—"

There was a low "giao" not far away.

Nan Xiao raised his eyebrows, walked over quickly, and saw the little dragon cub sleeping on the ground beside the bed for some reason.

"Cub, you have a bed and don't sleep—"

"Giao!"

"Don't you know it's easy to get sick?"

"Giao!"

Zai Zai's voice sounded extremely helpless.

Nan Xiao, who had always had a clear understanding of his sleeping appearance, coughed lightly in guilt, and said tentatively.

"I... I can't sleep well, so I kicked you off the bed, right?"

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