The demon king wants to hug me

Wu Zhiyin did not expect to be able to open his eyes again in this life.

Although the process was not good, the headache was splitting, the five senses were misaligned, the whole person was dizzy, and the stomach was overwhelmed, which was more uncomfortable than a whole bottle of 65-degree sorghum wine.

What makes Wu Zhiyin want to scold even more is that his posture at this moment is too fucked up, lying on all fours, his buttocks sticking out on the ground, and there is a big yellow in front of his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Am I alive or dead? ?Wu Zhiyin issued a torture of the soul.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" An old voice sounded next to my ear, and then he handed over a mask, "Put it on, has rhinitis flared up again?"

Hearing this strange voice, Wu Zhiyin slowly turned his head as if the parts were not working properly, and saw a chubby figure lying beside him in the same posture.

He raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, then closed them hard again, opened them again, and finally he could see clearly.

Beside him was an old man with a goatee, light gray double-breasted Chinese-style loose clothes, and a string of huge red beads on his wrist. Even though he was as fat as a ball, he still looked fairy-like.

Turning his head back again, thousands of golden osmanthus flowers piled up in front of him formed a mountain.

"Did you hear that? Let you put it on." The old man hooked a light blue mask with his fingers, and then punched Wu Zhiyin in front of his nose.

"Ah-choo—" Wu Zhiyin sneezed cooperatively, grabbed the mask quickly, and put it on.While wearing the mask, I pinched my earlobe. The pain was not a dream, and the headache and dizziness were not dreams.

So, where is this TM?What am I doing?Who is that old man next to him?

Wu Zhiyin's black jewel-like eyes exposed outside the mask were full of confusion, and a series of question marks flashed from his long, fluffy eyelashes.

Half an hour ago, when he collapsed in despair, the last thought that popped up in his mind was that he hoped that Director Li of the brain surgery department of the hospital would come and perform rescue surgery on him.

Because Director Li's stitches are beautiful. Although his wound is on the back of his head, it is also a primary school grass, a middle school grass, a university grass, and now he is also a well-known grass in the Central Hospital. The back of Wu Zhiyin's head, which has grown from handsome to adult, must be beautiful. , including the time of death.

Wu Zhiyin knew that he would not survive, and his intuition as a doctor was quite precise.

Just now, Wu Zhiyin, a heart surgeon at the Central Hospital, had just walked out of the operating room after performing three heart surgeries. The stick hit the back of his head hard, the sound of cracking the skull and cervical spine was very clear, and the blood flowed all over the place...

Wu Zhiyin fell straight down, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was weak.The terrified screams of the nurses and doctors around, and the roar of the security guards who rushed over suddenly filled the entire floor, making it a mess.

How could the youngest and most promising surgeon in the city's cardiac surgery department be hit on the back of the head with a stick by his former patient?It's really bloody bad luck for eight lifetimes!Where should this be justified?In the next life, I will definitely not study medicine.

Wu Zhiyin, who was lying on the operating table, heard the flat and uninterrupted "beep" sound of the monitor beside him, sounding the last sound of his 25-year-old life, and the sad and vicissitudes of director Li's words: "We have tried our best. gone."

Fortunately, Dr. Wu, who saved many lives, finally woke up, although he didn't know where he woke up.

"Xiao Xin." The old man beside him grabbed a handful of osmanthus flowers, twisted them with his fingers one by one, and spoke slowly.

"Ah?" Wu Zhiyin continued to be confused, "What are you careful about?"

"Huh?" The old man turned his head, "I'm not telling you to be careful, I'm calling your name, why do you look stupid?"

Wu Zhiyin's knees rubbed against the ground in pain, so he arched his body forward: Uh——

"Are you really going to make osmanthus cake for Qin Shen all night again today?" the old man asked.

"what?"

"I see you fell asleep just now, it was too hard, don't do it." The old man put the twirled flower core into a large crystal clear porcelain plate beside him.

The flower core of Osmanthus fragrans is smaller than the tip of a grain of rice, so it can be ignored.

"Oh?" Wu Zhiyin looked at the hill made of sweet-scented osmanthus, blinked his bright black eyes, and really didn't understand what the old man was talking about.

"Hey, let me tell you, there is still some sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made last time. I put it in the freezer and give it to them tomorrow. Why are you so particular about eating fresh ones every time?" The old man said, "Go to sleep first, I will twist out the flower core, I am too old to sleep anyway."

Wu Zhiyin: ...I don't seem to be able to go to sleep in such a daze, can I?

"I'll accompany you." Wu Zhiyin felt that this sentence should be very appropriate.

The old man shook his head and smiled, why don't you accompany me?Who are we with?Who asked for this?Who is rushing to make osmanthus cake for Qin Shen every day?Still have to use sweet-scented osmanthus flower cores to make it, it's so laborious, he's so used to it... Did he look at you more?What a silly boy!

But what can be done?Li Xin was brought up by Wan Yaoyao, the son of his cousin.She has a crystal clear and peerless appearance, but her brain lacks a string. It's not good to like anyone, but she has to like that Qin Shen who has no expression or emotion.

How could Qin Shen make you like him?It was a monster, not only a monster, but also the boss of a monster.

Why do you like Qin Shen so much?It's just going to kill people.

The old man sighed, but don't follow your parents' old ways.

Wu Zhiyin got up from the ground, the soles of his feet were numb and painful, as if being poked by needles, hissing in his mouth, he changed his feet and stood on his own a few times, the dizzy feeling gradually subsided.

With his hands on his hips, he raised his head and began to turn his neck, intending to do a set of radio gymnastics to relax the tendons and collaterals, and at the same time unblock the blocked thoughts in his mind.

A huge pale golden full moon hung in the sky, Wu Zhiyin looked at the moon, and his mind went "wow", as if suddenly being washed by a cold spring, his whole body became transparent.

Qin Shen, the moon, sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

What the hell!

This is a novel! !Fantasy text, dog blood abuse.Not long ago, Wu Zhiyin was on the night shift at the hospital to pass the time. The ending of the novel is that all the monsters were wiped out, leaving no one behind.

Xiao Xin is a cannon fodder male supporting role in the novel, his full name is Li Xin, and he went offline after a few chapters.

Good-looking, staying up all night to make osmanthus cakes for the hero Qin Shen, this is the only presence of cannon fodder Li Xin in the novel.

When Wu Zhiyin was reading the novel, he didn't understand the meaning of Li Xin's existence. Maybe it's just a small character created by the author.

And the old man in front of him, lying on the ground and twisting the osmanthus flower core, his full name is Wan Yaoyao, Li Xin calls him uncle, and he is Li Xin's closest person.

If Wu Zhiyin could predict in advance that he would be transmigrated into this book, he would definitely read the full text aloud and recite silently, so that he could clearly understand the ins and outs of each plot, and become a god who holds the script in his hand.Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.It's the same in and out of the book.

He thought hard, not letting go of every brain cell, trying to find out even a little bit of Li Xin's memory, but failed.

Others wore golden fingers to carry the memory of the original owner, but Wu Zhiyin only carried his own fingers and memories when wearing books.

Wu Zhiyin raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, he died outside the book, and died again in the book?And don't remember how he died?

Why should he die wherever he goes?It is enough to be hit with a stick by the patient's family members, but will you still die if you come to the book?

This will not work!It's unscientific, it's inhumane, it's not good for people's life! !

This Li Xin didn't do anything bad, he just fell in love with a monster, why did he have to die?For the sake of those sweet-scented osmanthus cakes made all night, I can't let them die.

What is the author's logic?Definitely not in love.Even if you have never been in a relationship, you still know that this is unreasonable, such as Wu Zhiyin.

Thinking of sweet-scented osmanthus cake again, Wu Zhiyin stretched out his hand to cover the mask more tightly.He is allergic to hay fever, which is the same as in the book.

After finishing the radio gymnastics, Wu Zhiyin felt relaxed and squatted down again, resting his fair and slender fingers on his knees, staring at Wan Yaoyao twisting the flower core.

Wan Yaoyao glanced at him sideways: You didn't always make this stuff yourself, why didn't you move today?

"Uncle," Wu Zhiyin called Wan Yaoyao obediently, "Why don't you be busy first? I want to sleep."

Wan Yaoyao:? ?Go, go, I want you to go to bed early every night, it's rare for you to listen to it once.

After 10 meters away from the pile of osmanthus, Wu Zhiyin pulled off his mask and took a deep breath of the cool and clean air of the autumn night.

A gust of cool wind blew by, he obviously underestimated the power of that huge pile of osmanthus, and the sweet floral fragrance immediately gave him two big sneezes, making the corners of his eyes red and wet, and under the bright moonlight, he looked more like A fragile crystal.

Wu Zhiyin really wanted to sleep.Three operations, wrapped in adult diapers, stood under a shadowless lamp for 15 hours, without eating, drinking or resting.Having been like this for many years, I am so tired that I can't stand upright, and I don't even have time to talk about love.

Not only that, he was rescued for two hours later, and the pacemaker broke two of his ribs.How can a person withstand such a toss?Can you not be tired?

No matter how tired you are, you have to take a shower first, and you have to look in the mirror before taking a shower.He took a long leg, ran into the bathroom in two or three steps, and locked the door behind him.

"Fuck," Wu Zhiyin looked at the big mirror in the bathroom, pulled his face with both hands, and widened his eyes, "It's just a cannon fodder, why does it need to look like this?"

Even as a senior school girl, he was amazed by this face.The beauty of the paper figure is something he has never seen before, let alone something that can be matched by the three-dimensional.

Wu Zhiyin was indignant, how could such a good-looking person go offline so early?

With a thought, he leaned against the wall, faced the mirror, and unbuttoned the white shirt from top to bottom, and his pink transparent fingertips ran across the silky fabric of the shirt.Wu Zhiyin half-closed his eyes and stared at the person in the mirror.

The clavicle is steep, the waist is slender, the limbs are slender, and the clear bones are covered with a layer of muscle, where the white is dazzling white, the dark is black and shiny, and the red is attractive red. .....

To sum it up in one sentence, it is so beautiful that it is not real at all.

Cannon fodder can grow like this, so what is Qin Shen like as the hero?Shocking and weeping ghosts and gods?

Wu Zhiyin touched the smooth and jade-like skin on his arm, and grinned, revealing a small white canine tooth: Curious, I want to see it.

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