Kuaishou's protection of the villain, little poor

Seeing the two of them get close, Pangpang finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the host is unreliable, fortunately the target villain is on the right track!

He picked up the ice cream that he had prepared earlier and continued to eat melons and watch the show. Suddenly he heard the beep, and saw that the stability value of the small world increased by a little bit.

It was about to happily notify Chu Yao, when a new data bar appeared next to it, saying that the villain's obsession with the host had increased by one percent.

...Ah this?

Could it be that the villain's obsession with destroying the world has not been influenced and disappeared, but has been transferred?

Pang Pang, who discovered the truth, slapped his forehead, and looked at Chu Yao in silence, but he didn't dare to tell this information.

If you are targeted by a villain, it is common to be imprisoned in a small black room, coerced, and restrict your personal freedom. Don't expect the villain to be a normal person. Many hosts are driven crazy like this.

As an old fritter who was about to cross the world, Pangpang had already seen Chu Yao's misery in the future, so he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and continued to eat ice cream.

Chu Yao didn't know that he was being mourned by the system. Seeing Qin Hong hugging him tightly and rubbing his ears helplessly, he thought Qin Hong was still sad, so he could only coax in a low voice:

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll give you more flowers, okay?"

He grew up in the mountains, and the only gifts he could think of were flowers.

This time is his lunch break, he just wants to coax the villain early and go to sleep.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Qin Hong was hugging his arm timidly. After all, he still had a soft heart, and led Qin Hong to a nearby garden, and withdrew his arm to go to the tree to pick flowers for Qin Hong.

Qin Hong was greedily sniffing the fragrance of Chu Yao's body. Seeing that Chu Yao was about to withdraw his hand suddenly, he subconsciously exerted force on his hand, and raised his eyes while tightly hugging Chu Yao's arm. He said aggrievedly, "Don't...take your hand away."

"The flowers on the tree are beautiful." Chu Yao said helplessly.

Qin Hong raised his head and glanced at the treetops, his eyes swept across the red, yellow and yellow flowers, still showing reluctance.

This little guy is so hard to coax!

In the end, Chu Yao had no other choice, her sleepy eyes could barely open, so she could only let Qin Hong hang on her arm, picked a bunch of small wild flowers on the side of the road, wove them into a wreath and handed it to him.

Qin Hong was stunned, looked at the wreath seriously, and suddenly asked with interest: "Can you teach me?"

Since the wreath can keep her safe, he also wanted to give one to Chu Yao.

Chu Yao was yawning so much at the moment, how could he be in the mood to teach Qin Hong, when he was about to refuse, he suddenly had an idea and thought of a good way to take a nap.

Picked a lot of flowers, went back to Qin Hong's room and taught a few words, and then lay down on Qin Hong's bed.

As expected, one hundred points were exchanged, and it was comfortable to lie on it.

Chu Yao curled up into a ball, hugged the warm quilt and rubbed hard, her eyebrows and eyes curved in love.

Glancing at Qin Hong, who was squatting by the bed and learning to weave garlands, he closed his eyes peacefully when he saw that there was nothing to do, and fell asleep soundly.

Pangpang in the space is already Buddhist.

Qin Hong learned things very quickly, and soon made a new wreath.

Standing up shyly, he wanted to give flowers to Chu Yao, but when he turned around, he saw that Chu Yao had already fallen asleep.

Subconsciously lowering his voice, he climbed onto the bed and lay beside Chu Yao, looking longingly at Chu Yao's sleeping face.

He couldn't help poking it lightly with his hand, as if his fingertips had touched a white cloud, soft and tender, different from his hand covered with scars.

Precious people want to possess uncontrollably.