Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Qingning no longer turned a blind eye to his behavior. He took the initiative to lean over and watch Yan Qingning write on the rice paper, gradually sketching out the person he was thinking about most.

The more he looked at it, the more his hands clenched unconsciously.

Xiaobai was worried that he would impulsively break through the limitations of past memory and directly erase his past self, so he quickly went to distract him: "Master, should we go out and see how big the outside world is?"

Qingning ignored him and lowered her eyes to stare at the human figure drawn bit by bit on the rice paper. Her fingertips unconsciously fell on the human face in the rice paper and rubbed his face affectionately.

This is his god.

The god who belongs to him alone...

I don't know if Qingning's possessiveness was too obvious, but Yan Qingning moved the portrait and looked at it with his chin in the light.

"Lord God, if you are not willing to come to see me, then I will have to find a way to see you myself..."

His voice was gentle and hoarse, and his dark eyes were slightly narrowed, showing a rare hint of gentleness.

Xiaobai looked at his calm look, and the more he looked at it, the weirder he felt. He poked Qingning's neck and asked him: "Host, is your mental state okay at the moment?"

Qingning raised her hand and rubbed his head soothingly, "Stop talking, he's going to start telling a story."

Xiaobai was staring at him in confusion when he suddenly heard Yan Qingning speaking on his own initiative.

"Lord Kami, how about I tell you a story?"

He stared at the portrait with a smile, and his hoarse voice coupled with the calmness of the story he told made people feel inexplicably immersive and creepy.

"The story I want to tell takes place in a completely imaginary interstellar society. In addition to the most basic male and female genders, people here are also divided into alpha, beta, omega..."

He slowly talked about the setting of this fictional interstellar world, with strong malice shining in his dark eyes.

"At the beginning of this story, the supreme ruler of the empire, their commander-in-chief, was extremely passionately in love with an outstanding general of the empire."

"But his love doesn't get any response, no response at all~"

In this room where no one responded to him, he talked about the stories in his mind like a madman, and the smile on his lips grew wider as he narrated.

After he made an unclear start, he lowered his eyes inexplicably, looking like he was about to cry, and his voice became light and airy.

"At the end of this story, the news that the general is an android is revealed, and the commander's love that has never been reciprocated throughout his life is answered.

His sincerity touched the android general who had had no emotions since his birth, so the android general began to develop feelings. "

Yan Qingning looked at the person he drew on the rice paper through the light. The obsession in his deep eyes became more and more obvious. He opened his mouth like a whisper between lovers: "Lord God, do you want to guess whether they got together in the end?" ?”

He seemed to really regard the person in the portrait as someone who would respond to him. He sat and waited for a long time, until the sunlight became no longer so dazzling, and then he laughed wildly like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank.

He smiled and elaborated on the final conclusion, "They didn't get together!"

"The bionic general was blown into pieces in the universe, just like fireworks. With a 'boom', only a lot of broken pieces were left!"

He was like a silly child, dancing and rejoicing in the story he was telling, but tears came to his eyes at some point.

Xiaobai felt depressed after hearing this, and drooped his tail, burying his head in Qingning's neck and sobbing softly.

After all, he is a witness to these stories. Listening to such narration, he feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Qingning did not have such a strong empathy as him. He just looked at Yan Qingning in silence, who was almost crazy. The familiarity from his soul made various scenes appear in his mind unconsciously. , all kinds of words.

The cold and dignified Immortal Lord, dressed in white, lowered his eyes tenderly in front of him, smiled and responded to his messy requests: "Okay, okay, listen to your husband."

The arrogant warlord held the letter wet with tears and repeated over and over again in a dumb voice: "I don't accept... Aning... I don't accept your congratulations..."

The greedy and profit-seeking businessman held the body that had long since cooled down and walked step by step towards the rough sea, murmuring fairy tales like coaxing children: "I raised a little fish, a very beautiful little fish..."

The world-weary and paranoid commander sat in a miserable state on the deserted space station, looking at the outside world with red eyes, clutching a heart that had already cooled down in his hand, and choked with sobs: "Miss Lu doesn't like fireworks... not at all... "

……

Disorganized memories were overwhelming in his mind, as if every memory was desperately trying to dominate, forcing him to find out the real and complete memories among these incomplete memories.

I had a severe headache, and there was a sharp pain in my nerves.

Various voices in his head were clamoring crazily, forcing him to recognize what role he played in these memories.

The arrogant and arrogant Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, the thought of sacrificing himself for the people that goes beyond the previous ones, the pure and kind-hearted Deep Sea Mermaid, the android general who is bent on death...

Who is he?

What role... does he play in these stories?

The smell of blood in his throat got worse.

Qing Ning swallowed silently, and the whites of his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes. The pain was like a dull knife severing nerves and hit his brain, tearing him in severe pain.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Xiaobai quickly asked him: "Host, how are you?!"

Qingning's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear Xiaobai's words at all. His vision became blurred, and only the voices in his incomplete memory stimulated him over and over again.

The opposite of his embarrassed look was Yan Qingning, who was holding a portrait. In this world that particularly favored him, even the sun was willing to favor him a little more.

He was bathed in the sun, with his fangs slightly exposed, and the smile on his face was bright: "Lord God, I have another story here!"

Like a bad boy eager to express his thoughts, he slowly told the new story that was pressing in his mind without caring about any consequences.

"A long time ago, there was a very strange country. The real person in power of this country was not the emperor, but a national advisor."

"A national master who is greedy for power and power to the extreme."