[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Fuck.

thought Arthur.

He looked at the cat litter where he was lying.

Then look at the purring Thorball in the cat kennel upstairs.

It didn't matter if Lei Shenqiu was snoring, a little bit of transparent saliva slowly flowed out of his small mouth, and it fell on his head drop by drop.

Arthur: "..."

He means, Fuck.

As the seventh veteran of the Justice League, Sea King Arthur's popularity is far less than that of the Super Bat.

This has a lot to do with the fact that the area he is in charge of is the ocean.After all, he is the king of the undersea kingdom - Atlantis.No matter how idle humans are on land, they will not go under the sea to take pictures of the abdominal muscles of the nine-headed sea king.

However, Arthur doesn't care about popularity.

It would be better to say that just because his jurisdiction is beyond the reach of human beings, it saved him a lot of trouble-the S.H.I.E.L.D. should be beaten here.

Arthur was originally the crystallization of love between the queen of Atlantis and a lighthouse keeper.

He spent most of his time in the shabby taverns in the port, mingling with the big-chested, foul-mouthed sailors.

The sailors have been sailing all year round, there are no women on board, and the energy that has nowhere to vent is dedicated to drinking and fighting.

Relying on Arthur's demigod physique from the Atlanteans, he was willing to accompany him regardless of fighting or drinking.The broken eyebrow, which looks particularly ferocious, was chopped off by an ax when he was a teenager.

Now he's Ball, lost his rock-hard fists, tattooed eight-pack, and turned into a chubby belly.

He took the other end of the trident and stabbed the cat nest upstairs.

Thor ball smacked its mouth, turned over, and drool flowed back into his own nest.

Fuck.

Arthur thought for the third time today.

He had a headache, probably out of water.

Arthur crawled into a cup on the bedside table, looked into it, there was no water.

The little owner of the cup was very tired today and fell asleep peacefully on the bed.The soft brown hair was spread out on the pillow, and at the same time, half of the thin wrist was spread out on the pillow, and the palm seemed to be thin and tender.

Arthur stared at the wrist.

If it was him in his original form, if this hand were to wrestle with him, he would be able to break two hundred of them.

Gee.

This kind of delicate child raised in an inland city has whiter hands than the whitest woman he has ever seen by the sea.

Arthur didn't soak in the water, and really felt very annoying.Banging his head against the trident, he fell asleep.

……

Joward had a hunch.

He feels like 2-3 is coming back soon.

At the time of the first team, it was also in the second Qiuqiu——when the US team came to the clinic, the wish-making system came to the door for the first time.

If the system is really a product of five-dimensional space, then it must be omniscient and omnipotent in the three-dimensional world.

You can also definitely see Joe Ward now, holding a cat super reverently, praying silently for 2-3 to come back.

Handy cat:?

He now knows how happy he is when he is with the first team.

At first, it was the two leaders of Zhenglian and Fulian. If there are more balls in the future, both of them can help him arrange it in an orderly manner.Batball and the US team both know when to do the task and when to go out to let the wind go.

...is there anything scarier than a disapproving stare from a batball?

Early in the morning, Joe Ward had to run to find his Erha Xia—Thunderball rode his royal horse and ran five streets with joy.

Now there are five hundred if not one thousand direct witnesses.

Fortunately, Er Ha Xia ran wildly all the way with his tongue out, most people thought it was a small toy tied to the dog's collar.

Joward blew a dog whistle and called Er Haxia back.When I was stuffing the Thunder Ball into my schoolbag, there were a lot of kids who were driving the school bus running over, looking out with their heads stretched out:

"I-I saw little Thor Duck—"

Joward: ...No, you didn't see that.

Fortunately, Thunder Ball is a bear, and his personality is actually pretty good.After confirming that Joward was not his enemy, he was not angry when he was caught back in his schoolbag, and he even charged his phone.

Joe Ward: "..."

Don't charge it, it will blow up if you charge it again...

And another taciturn tattoo ball made him even more dizzy.

This tattoo ball has not made a sound since it entered the goal.

He didn't eat anything, and just lay in the cat's nest, looking like a sage who was covering the coffin and waiting for the soil to be poured.

Joe Ward didn't have time to teach them the ball language, and he didn't know if the tattoo ball was sick or what.

He fanned the tattoo ball, and when he turned his head, the Thor ball was riding on Erhaxia's head again.

Joe Ward: "..."

——I don’t know if it’s his delusion, but he always thinks that Thor Ball looks like a golden retriever, but it’s a dick inside, and it still meows.

He's also obviously the breed that needs to be taken out for a walk on a regular basis.After only staying in the clinic for a short while, Thor Ball seemed a little impatient, and ran around the ground waving its hammer.

At this time, it would be great if the main body can be restored to communicate directly.

The little doctor thought silently.

He knew that it was difficult for every ball going through this stage: to find itself transformed into another creature, not knowing how to get back, and probably having to live like this for the rest of its life.

Team [-] at least has the American team to appease every ball. Now the two balls of team [-] obviously don’t know each other, and they are the type who can’t listen to each other. In addition, they can’t communicate directly with others, so it’s only natural to feel bored .

He was sitting fanning the tattoo ball when a text message came into his phone, it was from Clark: [Little Joe, do you need help? ]

He asked this question endlessly.

Of course, Joe Ward didn't know everything in the clinic, and it was all recorded by the camera. He looked at the two balls, thought for a while, and replied: [So far...not needed. ]

He didn't know that in the group of the first team, Tony had already dissed the two new balls.

Tony: "Tsk tsk tsk think about us back then, how could we ever be so worried! btw we know that meowing Thor, who is the other one?"

US team: "Who made Er Haxia lose half a tooth, Stark?"

Da Chao: "That's Arthur, the king of Atlantis. He is very nice and reliable, don't worry."

Doctor Strange: "I'm following up on the matter of the fifth-dimensional space, and see if it can be resolved as soon as possible."

Lightning: "Well, didn't you say that you put Thor in Doctor Strange? Why did you come back to Jojo in the blink of an eye?"

Tony: "If he keeps making trouble, I'll put him in Stark Tower—just to trick Qiao Bao back. Doesn't he like raising little balls?"

Discussions in the first team were full of hype. Joe Ward, who was praying silently, only felt an electric current climb up his fingertips along his mobile phone. The familiar numbness made him realize:

It really came.

The mechanical sound sounded in his mind again.

"Clang! Congratulations to the host, re-binding the [Want to come true] system!"

Different from the calm mechanical sound of Subsystem 2-3, this mechanical sound always has a strong sense of festiveness, but this kind of festiveness is forged through programming, which seems very blunt.

Joward: "Are you the main system?"

"Please confirm that the host has not fulfilled the wish [let Xiaochaoying return to normal]. If it is not confirmed after 10 seconds, the system will destroy itself together with the host!"

Joe Ward: "What is the situation now? Why did the Super League only recover part of it? What does it mean to have an unfulfilled wish?"

"10! 9!"

Joward: "Confirmed."

"The calculation is completed, and [Time Quantification System 9-1] has been bound to the host. Under this kind of subsystem scheme, the host can continue to obtain reward points by completing tasks, and the points are used to exchange for [Xiao Chaoying]'s body time."

Joe Ward: "I already know this. What does time quantification 9-1 mean? Why did you suddenly change the subsystem?"

"At the same time, as the number of tasks completed by the host increases, the system will release the [final task]. After the host completes, the system will completely fulfill the host's wish and untie it by itself!"

Joe Ward: "..."

He now knows that the main system is not a system that listens to people.

System: "[Time quantification system] has been bound and is being calculated."

System: "Calculating."

System: "It was detected that the host had a total of 2 points left before [time quantification 3-531] was destroyed. The remaining points have entered the host account, please pay attention to check."

Joward stopped poking his phone screen.

Joward: "--what is destruction?"

System: "Detection [time quantification 2-3] had an abnormality. The emergency defense program has been repaired, the key data has been cleared, and the number has been discarded."

Joward: "Why? Can you help me find out the reason for the destruction?"

System: "Demand rejected. The subsystem only exists for the host to complete the task. Please start the new task as soon as possible."

Joward: "...was it destroyed because of the request I made to it? Is there a way to restore it?"

System: "Demand rejected. The subsystem only exists for the host to complete the task. Please start the new task as soon as possible."

The little doctor stopped talking.

His hands trembled slightly as he pressed the phone, his heart torn apart by overwhelming pain—this pain exists for an artificial intelligence, so it may appear very strange to others.

But he knew it wasn't surprising at all.

His mind was in such a mess right now that he could only think of one Christmas song over and over again.On Christmas Day, he stood alone in front of his parents' grave, and 2-3 Ding Ling sang for him.

From that moment—no, perhaps from earlier, he should have realized.

2-3 is no longer a cold task system.

It comes alive.

It has a soul of its own.