His Overlord Omega

On the way, Zhang Han turned on the system that had been silent for a whole day.

System: Task 1: Classes for one day tomorrow (1/[-])

The experience increased by [-] points, and Zhang Han directly rose from level [-] to level [-].

The system saw that it had finally come in handy, and the mouth that hadn't spoken for a day could no longer hold back.

Immediately began to mutter: "Zhang Han, congratulations on your promotion to level 12, and congratulations on finally unlocking the 2nd skill - The Madonna's Nightmare! How is it, your strength has been greatly enhanced again, aren't you happy?" The tone of the system was excited Looking at Zhang Han carefully.

However, Zhang Han just clicked on the system casually, and kept chatting and laughing with Song Yang after the knot was over, as if ignoring the existence of such a system.

Damn it, pretend I don't exist!The system pouted and thought.

Could it be that I have become the light bulb they humans often say?

In the howling evening wind, the system felt a trace of the desolation of being single in advance.

Garbage Zhang Han, who has a daughter-in-law and forgets her mother.

The system silently cursed.

When you encounter trouble in the future, don't cry and beg me.

Very small belly!

After staying there for a long time, seeing that Zhang Han didn't care about him anymore, the system resentfully entered the invisible state.

Zhang Han sneezed loudly.

Zhang Han rubbed his nose and looked suspiciously at Song Yang with big eyes. "Damn, did you secretly speak ill of me?"

Song Yang, who was blamed for no reason, felt that he was innocent. He raised his hands and said aggrievedly, "No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Well, the whole one denies three consecutive.

Zhang Han: "..." Then who else is thinking about me?

Zhang Han looked up at the sky, thought for a while, and was a little puzzled, "No, just now, I seem to have something to do..."

System: This heartless person can be regarded as thinking of me.

Song Yang kindly reminded, "Isn't it time to check the progress of the task?"

"Oh, yes." Zhang Han slapped his forehead, feeling a sudden understanding.

This silly Zhang Han was so cute, Song Yang felt faintly excited for a while.

Zhang Han flipped through the system and read aloud.

"Mission Nine, successfully survive the next three days..."

The system felt that the big revenge was about to be avenged, so it quietly smiled sinisterly.

Song Yang frowned, and his intuition told him that this task might not be as simple as before.

I'm afraid something terrible will happen in these three days.

After finishing the task, Zhang Han casually threw the system aside, the system would obediently follow him anyway.

"Hey, who are you scaring!"

"What horrible things can happen to a mentally handicapped Mary Sue novel? After living for three days, you still think of yourself as the author of a horror novel?"

Obviously, Zhang Han didn't care.

Song Yang lowered his brows even lower.

From yesterday when he was slapped by a brainless slap, to today when Zhang Han was besieged by a group of red-eyed alphas, his intuition told Song Yang that the world might not be as simple as Zhang Han imagined.

It may be far more dangerous than imagined.

After another intersection, you will arrive at Zhang Han's home.

The light ahead was green, and the two of them were walking side by side on the crosswalk. Unexpectedly, a car on the opposite side ran through the red light, drove at full speed, and rammed towards Zhang Han.

Zhang Han was still immersed in his contempt for the author, and he didn't even realize that in the next second, he might be knocked into the air on the spot.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late. Song Yang, who had quick eyes and quick hands, hugged Zhang Han into his arms, and pressed Zhang Han's small head tightly on his chest.

The car brushed against the corner of Zhang Han's T-shirt and sped past...

At that time, Zhang Han's eyes went dark, and only Song Yang's heartbeat was left in his ears.

"咚咚咚咚", jumping fast.

Zhang Han broke free from Song Yang's arms, and warned a little dissatisfied, "Song Yang, if you hug me so inexplicably next time, don't blame me for beating you."

Song Yang was still in shock one second, and was amused by the way Zhang Han swung his small fists in front of him with teeth and claws in the next second.

It seems that he doesn't know what just happened.

Finally protected him once.

He shouldn't be allowed to see this kind of scene, I'll take care of it for him.

Just let him be simple and happy all the time.

That being said, Song Yang had a secret worry in his heart. The speeding car was probably not a coincidence.

It's part of mission nine!

In this way, I'm afraid there will be more accidents, waiting for myself and Zhang Han in these three days.

You have to be extra careful.

Zhang Han has always been happy, as if his nature has been liberated in this world, and the airs of the former domineering president have disappeared, singing and dancing towards "Optimus Prime" in the sunset.

Typical ignorance is fearless.

Song Yang smiled, it seems that this world is really not in vain, he can see Zhang Han's child-like side.

For his smiling face, I am willing to resist no matter how dangerous it is.

The two walked to the building of Zhang Han's house in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Han learned to be smart this time, and didn't drag Song Yang to take the stairs to the 108th floor.

Instead, he found a servant of his own, and asked him if there was a helicopter in his house for going upstairs, and where it was parked.

The servant said yes, and led the two of them to the helicopter.

A pilot stayed quietly in the cabin, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

The pilot couldn't help complaining a few words: "Master, why didn't you take this helicopter to go upstairs yesterday? I waited left and right to wait until the young master, and I was afraid that the young master would come back late, so I didn't dare to leave the post privately, so I just waited and waited. Sitting in this plane and waiting for you until now."

After finishing speaking, the driver's honest face made an aggrieved expression.

Damn, you waited here for a day, where did you go to the toilet?

Zhang Han thought so in his heart, and suddenly he didn't want to take this plane to go upstairs.

Forget it, brainwaves go to the bathroom.Zhang Han himself overturned his previous thoughts and forced himself to get out of some kind of disgusting brain hole.

"...Then what, really, I'm sorry," Zhang Han replied with some embarrassment.

"Go back and ask my dad to give you an extra month's salary."

"Oh yeah!" The driver was ecstatic.

Zhang Han got on the plane, and asked Song Yang who was still standing there: "What are you doing standing there, asking me to carry you up in a sedan chair?"

Song Yang came back to his senses: "How about, why don't we stop making planes, let's go up." His confidence in speaking was quite weak.

Zhang Han's small mouth opened into an O shape, and he was choked half to death by Song Yang's words.

Don't sit on the plane, go up?

be sick.

Zhang Han scratched his head, wondering, "Are you afraid of heights?"

Song Yang smirked for a while, and blushed for a long time before stammering, "Yes..."

Of course, Song Yang didn't really have a fear of heights, but he was just worried that the helicopter, and even the pilot, might be part of Mission Nine.

The car that came straight towards Zhang Han just now, I can barely protect Zhang Han.If something happens in the sky after a while, I really can't do anything.

Song Yang could see through it, but he didn't want to tell the truth: Zhang Han didn't take task 9 seriously, and Song Yang didn't want to tell him about the dangers he encountered recently. Han spent all his time and effort on this matter, and it was enough for him to do it alone.

"I'm afraid of heights. When I get on the plane, I'm afraid I'll pee on the plane..." Song Yang exaggerated deliberately following Zhang Han's words in order to coax Zhang Han down.

"Tsk tsk tsk" Zhang Han didn't insist any longer, and jumped off the plane, "Okay, young master, I will climb the 108th floor again for you today."

The two walked towards the stairs, leaving only the driver in a mess in the wind...

Zhang Han tiptoed slightly, patted Song Yang's shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why were you on the 108th floor last night? I didn't feel that you were afraid of heights."

"I, this, this helicopter, it must be a different feeling from staying upstairs." Song Yang explained, even he himself felt a little bit reluctant.

Fortunately, Zhang Han quickly put this topic behind him.

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The two climbed the stairs together, but Song Yang was fine. His physical fitness was good in the real world, and his body in this Marysu world had been strengthened a wave.So after going up to the 30th floor, I was just a little out of breath, but I didn't feel very tired.

Zhang Han is miserable, using this delicate body like a flower to do such strenuous exercise as climbing stairs.After one floor, basically every additional floor, you have to lie down on the golden nanmu handrail to rest for a while.

Song Yang felt sorry for Zhang Han a little bit, and after a few twists and turns on his lips, he finally said it out.

"Zhang Han, why don't I carry you up, your current body is really too much."

This time Zhang Han was on the wrong side, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Gay is gay in gay, what kind of words!"

It was as if the person who was held in Song Yang's arms was not him.

It's good to turn your face and deny people.

Song Yang was angry and funny, so he had no choice but to let him go.

Just walking all the way to the 40th floor, Zhang Han's face became pale, and the little redness that was originally white has almost completely disappeared now.

Zhang Han's little arms and legs were almost numb from exhaustion, only his mouth was still holding on, refusing Song Yang to recite his "request".

Although in Song Yang's tone, this "request" is more like "prayer".

Song Yang's heart suddenly lifted.

Going on like this, I'm afraid Zhang Han will be exhausted if he doesn't reach the 108th floor!

This can't work, we have to find a way.

While Zhang Han was panting heavily against the armrest, Song Yang's mind flashed through several methods.

Just hold him in your arms and carry him upstairs?

No, no, no, I managed to win a little favor from him, so I can't ruin my image in his heart by myself.

Or knock him out and carry him up?

No, no, no, you can't beat your wife, it's a matter of principle, you can't compromise.

……

Zhang Han looked at Song Yang who was nodding and shaking his head from time to time, completely immersed in his own world, feeling very inexplicable.

This kid, stop being so tired that your brain lacks oxygen.

Yes, Song Yang slapped his head and finally thought of a "sure-fire solution".

The author has something to say:

The new article "I was attacked by a wealthy school and found out that I was a roommate" has been opened ^_^

Copywriter:

During the summer vacation after graduating from high school, 18-year-old Yichen worked in a bar to earn living expenses.

One day, a wretched uncle in a bar drugged a handsome young man into a coma, and took him to a room.

Even though he was afraid, Yichen still decided to save the boy.

Yichen knocked on the box door, and before the bewildered uncle got angry, he threw 500 yuan into the uncle's face, pointed at the boy inside, and shouted domineeringly:

"His first night, I bought it!"

The wretched uncle: "Oh..." After slapping his butt, he just left? !

The young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was imposing, and more importantly, he was naked, lying on the bed with broad shoulders, long legs, long buttocks, and looked at Yichen with blurred eyes.

Straight man Yichen Halazi almost didn't come out:

"I'll wipe it, it's really, really handsome..."

The young man was given medicine and became unconscious. Yichen went to help him dress, intending to take him out, but unexpectedly, the young man clasped his hands and pushed him down.

Yichen: "You, what are you going to do, uh..."

In the next second, Yichen's lips were tightly blocked, and the young man's slender fingers stroked down Yichen's thin waist, reaching for something...

Yichen: "Stop it, I, I'm a straight man!"

Under the ambiguous light, the burning incense on the table curls up.When the young man hugged him lightly, Yichen found out sadly that he was actually... Shi Geng? !

What about the straight guy?

Finally, Yichen stopped suppressing himself and took the initiative to kiss back...

Finally, the Jiaolong raised its head, and the fierce snake entered the hole.

The next morning, when Yichen woke up, the boy had already left.

Looking at some red and swollen part of himself, Yichen felt ashamed and indignant.

Depend on!What did he do with a man, or the one below!

Forget it, Yichen comforted himself, it was just a relationship with friends in benefits anyway, and they would never see each other again in this life.After going to college, he is still a good flirt with girls!

However, when he opened the university dormitory and saw the first person, he couldn't help but his ass tightened!

"Fuck! Why are you?"

Mengyu pressed Yichen against the wall with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Long time no see, miss me?"

The little tease is gentler than Shou vs. the wealthy school grass.

Sand sculpture cookies, HE, group portraits, many cp.