Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

Lin Luan once again dreamed of becoming a Samoyed.

After a day of rest, the body has initially recovered, and the consciousness has also eased a little.In the dream, I can finally vaguely realize that this is a dream.Although it can't stop the body from sticking to it for fun, it can still stand quietly in the void and gnash its teeth.

After changing the perspective, I realized that the curly-haired child in the dream was still very young, with a smooth chin without any pores, his hands and feet were still thin, and his body was far from being as tall as in reality.The young curly is very nice to this Samoyed named "Momoy" and often takes baths with Momo.The two little guys were covered in foam, Curly put his wet head on his chest, sat in the bathtub and stared blankly at some place in front of him, and sat for a long time until the water became cold and Mao Mao sneezed wake him up.

It is very likely that Curly has programmed the unforgettable memories of his childhood so that he can relive them in his sleep.

That being said, Curly was very caring towards dogs when he was a child, but he didn't expect to join a criminal organization when he grew up.

However, reselling human organs is purely my own conjecture. Through the conversation between the old man and Curly tonight, the truth seems to be different from imagination... well, if their conversation is true, it can only show that their past has been bad Their experience doesn't prove what kind of people they are now—after all, they saw the corpse at Curly's feet with their own eyes.

Many criminals are good people in terms of personal morality, but this cannot conceal the fact that they committed crimes.Some crimes are still under the banner of being extremely sacred, which sounds very nice to say, but in fact it is still murder and robbery.Can't a murderer really like a Samoyed?The man who relentlessly threw bombs at innocent people still has a romantic relationship, but this does not change the fact that he is a perverted killer.

The so-called poor people must have something to hate.

Thinking of this, the eyes are bright, not the eyes in the dream, but the eyes in the real world.

Curly's head appeared outside the warehouse.

Lin Luan thought, it will be dawn so soon.There is no difference between looking around and before entering the dream support warehouse. The wine glasses and bottles are still lying on the ground, and there is still half a glass of water on the table at the end of the warehouse.

Then I soon realized that the curly hair in front of me was not the daily yin and yang, but the curly hair who was very good when drunk.

Because at this moment, the curly hair hugged him, pressed his head to his chest, and muttered something in his mouth.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils, Lin Luan struggled twice, and as a result, Curly pushed his head deeper into his embrace, Lin Luan's entire face was stuck to Curly's soft cotton pajamas superior.

Lin Luan forced himself to calm down and realized that this was a good opportunity to escape.All I need to do is to seize the opportunity, subdue this person, and then escape.

At this time, Curly's hand stroked Lin Luan's hair, very gentle and considerate, from the root to the tip of the hair, stroking every strand, and then stroking along the back of the head, until Lin Luan Smooth back.

Lin Luan resisted moving, waiting for the most appropriate moment.

Curly asked strangely: "Who plucked you? It's so ugly."

Lin Luan: The wine bottles on the ground look pretty solid.

The curly hair was stroking Lin Luan's hair, while rambling endlessly: "... I tasted the pineapple flavor, it was too bad, you must not like it... The manufacturer of this thing is really stupid , Which dog would like pineapples... Tomorrow I will take you to the hospital... No, no, it is not the tapered needle you used to be when you were a child, really, it doesn't hurt at all..."

Lin Luan: It seems that pretending to be a dog can confuse him.

Lin Luan: "Woof~ woo~ ha-ha-ha-"

Curly, puzzled: "Thirsty?"

Lin Luan: "Woo~~"

It worked!

Curly Mao'er patted Lin Luan's head, let him go, and swayed out.

Lin Luan seized the opportunity, quickly ran to the opposite corner, picked up the wine bottle, turned around and smashed it down on Curly's big head!

With a muffled "bang", Curly shook twice, but did not fall down.

Lin Luan looked at the curly hair staring straight at him, and clenched the wine bottle in his hand: now the only way out is to fight to the death.But there is a huge difference in strength, and this road is difficult to pass.

Curly's eyes were blurred, and he leaned forward, as if he was about to pounce on him and fight.

Lin Luan was ready to die - Curly's whole body was crushed!

Then he threw himself whole and solid on the carpet in front of Lin Luan.The whole ground trembled slightly.

Holding the wine bottle, Lin Luan gasped for a long time, until he confirmed that Curly could not get up, then carefully squatted down and touched his face with the mouth of the wine bottle.no response.Relying on the courage to turn the curly hair over again, there was still no response.

Lin Luan got a little more courageous and looked around for the rope, but there was none.He took off Curly's pajamas and bound his hands.

Finally, it was initially safe.

Lin Luan was a little tired, but it was obviously not the time to rest.My mind was spinning rapidly, and I quickly recalled how the old Yotte left for the first time.

Looks like there's a button here.

Lin Luan touched the wall, and the whole wall was as warm and smooth as a whole piece of suet jade—and complete!There is no gap at all.

After groping around in all possible areas, Lin Luan had to admit that these buttons must be triggered under special conditions.

Most likely fingerprints, but it could be something else.

Lin Luan tried to drag the unconscious Curly to the wall, and then opened the door with his fingerprints.But his weak body obviously couldn't drag Curly's nearly two-meter-long body. Even if he dragged him to the wall with all his strength, he didn't have the extra strength to lift him up.

Lin Luan sat and panted for breath, and small buzzing sounds began to appear in his ears. For his current weak body, the physical exertion was already too great.

With great effort, he put Curly on a chair. This metal material is very light. Lin Luan dragged the chair vigorously, and brought Curly to the wall.Then had to untie him, lift his arms, fingers spread, and lay them on the wall.

no response.

There were flickering lights flying in front of Lin Luan's eyes.I took a few deep breaths and switched hands.

no response.

Unwilling to give up, Lin Luan tried every finger on every hand.

Still no response.

Despair grew from the bottom of my heart, began to spread, and became more and more intense.

Lin Luan dragged the chair, changed it to the position of the bathroom panel, and repeated various attempts again.

Still no response.

With a desperate roar from Lin Luan's throat, he kicked the curly hair off the chair, swung the chair and smashed it against the fragile wall like suet jade.

Metal and jade collided, making a crisp "ding!" sound, which echoed in the small room.The leg of the chair in Lin Luan's hand was bent, and there was not even a white spot on the wall.

A night sky appeared in front of Lin Luan. In the night sky, countless golden stars danced in elliptical orbits. Accompanied by the beeping in his ears and the oppressive feeling of hypoxia in his lungs, Lin Luan slid down to the ground.

"Hehe", the swollen eardrums vaguely heard such a chuckle from myself.This laughter seemed to come from a distant starry sky.

What's next?

do not know……

so tired...

The master shook him awake, and said with a shy face, "Luaner, I'm going to see your Aunt Wang, don't focus on cultivation, remember to feed the chickens~"

Lin Luan looked contemptuously: "Didn't you say yesterday that Lord Ye Guantianxiang is coming back?"

The old man Qingsi lowered his eyebrows and hummed softly: "I'll just watch, but I won't go..."

Lin Luan, continue to despise the eyes...

The head was stroked very gently, from the root to the tip of the hair, from the forehead to the back of the head.Lin Luan vaguely thought, it is impossible for my master to be like this...

There was still darkness in front of my eyes, the pungent smell of wine in my nose, and a hard chest on my face.

Curly was whimpering with a crying sound: "Maomao, don't die, don't leave me... Mom and Dad are dead, and Liya is also dead... Don't die, don't leave me... You don't want me... ..."

Lin Luan raised his head vigorously, and met Curly Curly's red eyes, with a bump on his forehead.

Curly hugged Lin Luan tightly, "chirped" in his hair, and rubbed and rubbed, which made Lin Luan extremely uncomfortable, and struggled to leave.

Curly Mao'er hugged Lin Luan hard, the strength was so great that Lin Luan's weak body ached.He put his head in Lin Luan's neck, rubbed it, and said softly, "Maomao, thank you for being with me."

The voice was sad and lonely, Lin Luan struggled again, but found it was useless, so he simply stopped moving.

The voice above my head became clear, bit by bit, word by word, soaked in doubt and sadness: "Sometimes I ask, why am I so unlucky. Not long after I was born, my parents died. When I was a child, Leah Be the best for me, and Leah died soon after. I didn't give up and thought it would get better. After growing up, I suddenly found out that I had Wan Tesla syndrome. You know this disease has a chance of only a thousand One in a million chances that I can catch up. Why me? Why always me? Why every time, every time, I try to get up, try to do something, every time life gets a little bit better, always Something bad happened? Maomao, why do you think this is?"

silence.

The long silence was broken by Curly's soft cry.

"I always tell myself that everything is normally distributed, I just happened to be the unlucky one. It will be better next time, next time I must be the less unlucky one. Once again, all my efforts were devoted to being a normal person, but now even this opportunity is lost.”

Lin Luan felt his scalp was wet, covered with Curly's tears and snot.But he didn't move.

"Maomao is the best, even though he is dead, he will come out to accompany me at this time."

Lin Luan... this is a pervert...

"I left a will. When I die, I will be buried next to my parents and you. Our family will be together..."

"You know, I'm rebuilding Xiao Nuo, his body is so broken that I had to replace him with a new one. I know you like the original Xiao Nuo, but there's nothing you can do. I kept the head, You can tell it's Xiao Nuo just by looking at it, look—"

Curly let go of Lin Luan, touched the wall, and the hole appeared again where the table and chair were pushed out, this time a person and his head were pushed out.

Looking at the hair color, it was the same hair that Lin Luan had seen before.