The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

Next is the time for the public execution that Jian Qiuran has been waiting for for a long time.

He said to the little white tiger, "I don't know what happened to you. When I got back to the office, you had turned into a big white tiger, and you were very irritable."

Little White Tiger folded his hands and listened carefully: "I was dreaming about the past, and when I woke up, my emotions and spirit were affected to varying degrees. If I didn't leave in time, it might be a mental riot."

Jian Qiuran nodded, and said calmly: "You smashed the marble coffee table and broke a lot of things."

The little white tiger was as expected.

Jian Qiuran: "You still bite my clothes."

The little white tiger was suddenly excited: "Did I beat you up?"

Jian Qiuran smiled: "No, you are biting the corner of my clothes and insisting that I pluck you, and you especially enjoy purring."

Little White Tiger: "???"

Jian Qiuran: "You still hold me and won't let me go."

Little White Tiger: "???"

Jian Qiuran: "I asked what your name is, and you said with certainty that your name is Bai Goudan."

The little white tiger had exploded into a ball and said angrily, "You fart!"

Jian Qiuran's smile deepened: "I know you don't believe me, I have a recording, do you want to listen to it?"

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone to find the recording and clicked to play it, and the roar of the tiger echoed in the room—"I am white white, a dog of a dog, an egg of an eggshell~"

Little White Tiger: "..."

Little White Tiger: "..."

Little White Tiger: "..."

Ahhhhhhhh it doesn't recognize it!This is definitely synthesized by the bastard himself!This is definitely what he lied to himself!No it's not it's not it ah ah ah ah!

The little white tiger exploded into the sky, its face was so red that it was almost congested, its fluffy hair couldn't cover it, and the whole dumpling turned pink.

It shamefully refused to admit it, but its body jumped up, trying to snatch the phone and smash the recording completely.

But the young man was already prepared, protected his phone, and warned: "I have a lot of backups. If you don't want to listen to it every day, you'd better not move it."

The little white tiger froze instantly: "..."

Jian Qiuran: "Hahahahahaha."

Little White Tiger: "..."

Jian Qiuran was so excited, he took pictures mercilessly while hahaha, saying that he would hang it outside the door to ward off evil spirits.

As for the little white tiger... it has completely closed itself.

Not even wanting to rob the young man of food, a beast hid in the cat's nest and didn't want to see anyone, and the pink fur on its body never faded.

Jian Qiuran ate dinner in a happy mood, and made another big portion for it. Seeing that it was still closed with its small head hanging down, she suppressed a smile and said, "Come and eat."

The little white tiger turned his head back with great backbone, no matter how hungry he was, he didn't want to see his face.

Jian Qiuran didn't need to call a second time, as soon as the bedroom door was closed, the little white tiger over there pricked up his ears, making sure that he went straight to the kitchen to start eating after taking a shower.

It has not eaten for 24 hours, and it is also starving to death.

……

When Jian Qiuran came out of the shower, he saw the little white tiger still leaning against the cat's nest, maintaining the previous posture as if he hadn't moved.

Jian Qiuran took a look at its chubby belly, and went into the kitchen to see that there was nothing left after eating.

Still pretending...

Jian Qiuran wanted to expose it very much, but considering that the other party was in a state of shame and autism, if she said too much, it might leave a psychological shadow and she didn't want to think about the name, so she silently shut up and started to clean up the kitchen.

Marin has filled a lot of furniture, and now it is cheaper than Jian Qiuran, put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher, and simply wipe the table.

After washing his hands, he walked out of the kitchen and said seriously, "Come here, let's talk about your condition."

The little white tiger raised his chin arrogantly: "We have nothing to talk about!"

Jian Qiuran took out her mobile phone and shook it: "Come here if you don't want me to play it."

Little White Tiger: "..."

It can bend and stretch, and it has passed.

Jian Qiuran cut to the chase and said: "Not to mention the process, if you can become a big white tiger, it means that your condition is getting better, but there is one thing... medicines are getting less and less. If you still can't control the conversion between the two, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome."

The little white tiger was still awkward, and muttered: "I can control it, and I'm not that idiot."

Jian Qiuran asked, "How do you control it?"

The little white tiger half-guessed and half-surely said: "I should be thinking about the past. It's fine if I can't get rid of my emotions and cause mental riots, but it doesn't have to be."

Jian Qiuran pondered, this means that the sealed big white tiger is a dusty jigsaw puzzle, and the little white tiger needs to be unlocked bit by bit by memory to fully activate the big white tiger, that is, to recover from the disease.

easy to say, hard to do.So far, there is no news from Marin that the potion will be interrupted at any time. Without the potion, there is no guarantee that turning into a big white tiger will change back, and there is no guarantee that turning into a big white tiger will cause riots, and there is no guarantee that such forced recall will cause secondary damage. ...

Difficult, too difficult.

At the beginning, it was agreed that only the medicine would be enough, but now he is almost becoming the attending physician.

I knew that Marin's money was not easy to make.

Jian Qiuran sighed, and said to the little white tiger: "Now I give you the right to choose. One is to be a little white tiger in a peaceful manner. Maybe you can calm down and wait for Marin to come back after losing the potion."

"The second is to keep thinking about names. This option is very dangerous. There are only four medicines left. If you still can't control the changes after using them up, it's hard to guarantee what will happen in the future. For example, the big white tiger will not change back. Getting better and hurting..."

"The only advantage is that danger and opportunity coexist, and it is the closest path to the disease."

"Which way do you want to go?"

Jian Qiuran looked at it, waiting for him to decide for himself.

He is not Marin, he follows behind diligently like an old father, taking care of it, protecting it and planning everything for it.

The relationship between him and the little white tiger is at best a partner, what he can do is to assist as much as possible, and to help each other within the range he can bear.

So this kind of big event depends on its own choice.

Little White Tiger hardly hesitated: "The second one."

Jian Qiuran: "Are you sure? Not out of anger?"

The little white tiger is rare and serious: "I never take my life as a prank, but I am not afraid of risks."

Jian Qiuran nodded: "Okay, since you have chosen, then we will follow the second path from today on."

The little white tiger nodded, and said furiously, "If I become that idiot, you are not allowed to record or take pictures! You are not allowed to do any strange things!"

Jian Qiuran was dissatisfied: "What is a strange thing? He is much cuter than you. I want to keep it as a souvenir, can't I?"

The little white tiger sternly refused: "No!"

"If you don't shoot it, don't shoot it. You must be jealous that it is cuter than you."

"That's about the level of your appreciation."

"Are you jealous? It doesn't matter. Although you are ugly and not gentle, you are hairy."

"You are ugly! Go to hell, bastard!!"

At the end of the noise, the little white tiger was turned away by Jian Qiuran, and he slammed the bedroom door, calling it quiet so that he could recall his memory.

Although this is true, there is always a feeling of inferiority if you are rejected by the other party without struggling.

In the middle of the night, the little white tiger couldn't help but climbed out of the cat's nest and approached the bedroom quietly. It tentatively pushed the door with the meat pad, but it actually opened.

The youth did not lock the door?

There will be no traps, right?

The little white tiger was particularly vigilant, and carefully crept in along the crack of the door, and saw that the room was dark, the quilt was bulging, and the young man was lying on the bed and had fallen asleep.

The little white tiger grabbed the bed sheet and climbed up, went around to the head of the bed and waited for a while. Seeing that the young man really didn't respond, he huddled up in peace, nestled on the young man's shoulders and neck, closed his eyes and rested.

Since he chose the second path, the little white tiger would think of a name by himself without Jian Qiuran urging him, hoping that he could still find memories in his sleep.

If the revolving lantern is a life flashback movie, then the intermittent but clear enough memories of the dream are the movie selections that are slowed down countless times.

The last time it was a hospital, this time it was a ruin.

He was sitting in a closed environment, with his fingers resting on the joystick, and his eyes staring at the display screen, only to see that the outside was full of ruined mechs.

Along with them were the corpses of bugs.Big and small, with sickle-like forelimbs, and flying wings, they have disgusting green blood and ugly faces.It's like the endless locusts, after one wave is killed, another wave will continue to fly out of the cave.

'He' spoke.The voice is not as immature as the little white tiger, nor is it as thick as the big white tiger. It is hard, with coldness and killing intent, and said in a low voice: "I don't have time to argue now, give me the MA9."

"No!" Several retorts came from the call place immediately: "I'm still here for this kind of thing. The team can't live without you, and you need to command the follow-up!"

"Yes, the weapon is with me, you cover me, I will rush in."

He didn't say much, just asked back: "You don't even listen to my command?"

The communicator suddenly fell silent, and after a while someone gritted his teeth and said, "Listen."

He didn't fluctuate: "Since you listen, give me the MA9."

The other party was very reluctant, and finally gave it to him, as if suppressing his emotions, he whispered: "General Lin, please come back."

After the words fell, a uniform shout came from the communicator, loudly saying: "General Lin, please come back!"

The picture freezes, gradually fades and becomes dim, only the louder voice hovering in the darkness, saying with various emotions: "General Lin, please be sure to come back."

The little white tiger started to have a headache again.His emotions were mobilized, as if he was involved in a certain scar, the pain made him tremble all over, but he couldn't help but wonder if they were calling him?

Admiral Lin?Is it surnamed Lin?

boom--

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the bedroom in the early morning.

The young man who was sleeping suddenly woke up, and before he could sit up, he felt himself falling slowly onto a piece of velvet blanket.

The touch was so good, he subconsciously rubbed it twice before he realized it, and looked up suddenly.

The big white tiger seemed very happy to be plucked. Seeing Jian Qiuran, he also looked innocent, as if the beast that was overweight and crushed the foot of the bed was not it.

Jian Qiuran: "..."