Quick Transmigration: Why Do You Dress Up as the Villain’s Little Brother Every Time?

At least until the energy is exhausted, the robot's energy has not diminished in the slightest.

Afraid of soiling Sacreon's seat, Yu Congbai led him into his own white domain.

It's like a pair of Sacrion, his sanity and everything are gone, he just wants to hug him and kiss him...

Following the owner's heartbeat, the domain dimmed the brightness in the space.

This intimate activity was not interrupted until the visit of Saladin, the commander of the Fourth Army.

"Someone is coming for you."

Yu Congbai slowly completed the last movement, and then arranged Sakryon's clothes exactly and put them on for him.

No matter how you clean it up, it can't hide Sakryon's bewildered eyes.

In the end, the young black-haired young man with an immature face rubbed his slightly swollen lips with his moist fingertips, wiping away a trace of bright red blood.

"Sorry for hurting you."

"No need to apologize, I like it very much."

Thakryon gradually recovered his consciousness, and his eyes were clear.

What he likes is the enthusiastic initiative of the other party, not the masochism.

Yu Congbai also understood this, his eyes were dark, and he liked it too.

After sitting down again, Yu Congbai took the place of the little black cat and stood beside Thakryon, within a palm's width.

Saladin saw such a scene as soon as he entered the door, and he withdrew his eyes for just a moment.

It's not that he can't see what happened between the two, not to mention the black-haired young man's possessiveness is particularly obvious.

"Commander, the Fourth Legion has been reorganized and reunited, and the endgame on Star r has been resolved."

Thakryon, who had listened for a while, interrupted the conversation, "Send me the summary of this time, you go to train someone, if you can't take it back, you can dispose of it, and the conscription can be prepared. "

"Yes." The brown-haired man lowered his head and replied, a little boy sitting on the ground suddenly appeared at his feet, so he turned and left with the boy under his arms.

Ross kicked his calf and chose to pinch his nose.

He is now a fish on the chopping board, where is the chance to resist?

"Hey, it smells too strong, I said your armpits—"

Rose's unbearable voice gradually faded away.

Thakryon, who was still sorting out the materials, only felt a very strong gaze sticking to himself, and he resisted the will to look up, not looking at Yu Congbai's eyes.

"Sakryon, is there anything else you need me to help you with?"

It is rare for Yu Congbai to think of the task that System 501 said, and now it is almost completed. Remembering that the task it said will leave this world after completion, Yu Congbai does not want to do the task.

"Host, no!"

Suddenly, the system 501 alarm bell rang loudly.

"Think about your father and mother, you have to go back to your own real world, and you can't indulge in the task world in front of you!"

"If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have appeared here." Hearing 501's anxious voice, Yu Congbai couldn't help feeling depressed.

"Host, you must cheer up!"

501 is also very helpless about what has happened, and can only do its best to reduce the difficulty of each mission world.

"The last very powerful quester was stuck in the quest world, gave up and went back, and all previous efforts were wasted."

"Host, we are on the same front, I hope you are well."

"Your long-winded look reminds me of my mother." Yu Congbai recalled, while curling a strand of white hair that had fallen from Sakryon around his fingertips.

The life in the real world quietly left him unknowingly, leaving only a feeling of unreality when recalling it.

And he can't remember what happened in the previous mission world.

"501, have you tampered with my memory?"

There was silence in his mind, and Yu Congbai gave it enough time to react.

After a long while, 501's sturdy northeast accent became a little weak:

"Host, it's easy for you to fall in love with the villain, even for no reason.

With these emotions, it is destined not to go far. We still have 16 mission worlds to complete.

When finished, these memories will be returned to you. "

"It's justifiable." Yu Congbai couldn't deny this, so he stopped pursuing 501's petty tricks.

Just why 501 treats him so nicely, so surprisingly nicely.

He originally thought that he was a fast-moving worker, but now that he thinks about it, 501 takes care of him everywhere and responds to him in everything. Is it just because the two of them are tied together and will die together?

He didn't say these words, 501 can probably hear his heart.

The answer lies in the future, now—and it can no longer be vacillated.

In a daze, Sakryon felt a slight pain in his scalp, and a few broken hairs suddenly appeared in Yu Congbai's hands.

Only then did he raise his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the innocent black-haired youth, and asked in a low voice,

"Is it fun?"

The black-haired young man was always loyal to entangle his hair, and Thakryon was tolerant of it.

"Not fun."

The black-haired young man obediently lowered his head, not too quick to admit his mistake, he raised his hand and gently massaged Sakryon's scalp as compensation.

The tingling feeling came from the scalp, and Thakryon sighed, "I really lost to you, sit down."

Yu Congbai stopped what he was doing, and glanced around, as if the nearest seat was less than three steps away from him.

Thakryon patted his leg, raised his eyebrows, and asked again, "Do you still need to think?"

He took the arm of the dazed black-haired young man and sat down, hugging him in his arms.

Sitting on a seat with two people's stature seems a bit cramped, but it feels full of security.

"Just hugging, I feel very satisfied." Yu Congbai said softly.

"Then you are too satisfied." Sacreon obviously didn't believe his words.

"Satisfaction and happiness." Yu Congbai's mind suddenly burst out a sentence from DN Xing. As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that his voice became hoarse uncontrollably again.

So he raised his head and rubbed Sacreon's slightly cold chin, and added a sentence, "Food and sex."

"Uh-huh."

Thakryon agreed, a little perfunctory, but he didn't specify, but asked persuasively, "Why did you look a little unhappy when you came back?"

Why did the topic go back again? Questions flashed in Yu Congbai's mind, and he didn't want to answer. After he realized his little emotions, he pursed his lips.

Thakryon patted Yu Congbai's back like coaxing a child, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, I just want to care about you."

"Come on, Thakryon, I'm not a child."

"I'm just jealous."

Yu Congbai blinked, a little ashamed, but who doesn't like being coaxed?