Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

How should Yuan Gun explain the current state?

No matter how hard he tried to stick into his body, he couldn't do it.

His soul seemed to have lost its viscousness, and it was light and fluffy, like a cloud, without any sense of weight.

The young man lying on the bed——his body seems to have completely become a cold sculpture.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, thinking that he would pass through it, but he actually felt it.

There is warmth, the elasticity of the skin, and the beating of the pulse, but there is no vitality at all.

"Get up, if you don't get up again, I'll lose the house." Yuan Gun, who had tried a hundred times to no avail, could only sit on the edge of the bed and sighed, shaking his wrist from side to side feebly.

Obviously, this aggressive method didn't have much effect, and the body was lying on the bed with its eyes closed and its face full.

Frustrated, Yuan Gun stretched out his hand to test his breath, and the warm breeze blew on his fingertips, making it itchy—he was breathing, obviously as if he had fallen asleep.

But life and death can't be woken up, and I can't get in by myself.

Yuan Gun, Yuan Gun seemed to empathize with Ruan Yan's pain in the book.

Thinking about it this way, that Yanyan is really pitiful!How hopeless it must be to spend the rest of your life with such a vegetable!

However, I changed my mind again.Yuan Gun felt a little hot on his cheeks, and there was a little bit of complacency——Yanyan really had a deep affection for him.

When I come back this time, I must repay Yanyan well! !

Yuan Gun settled down, withdrew his hand and scratched his hair, got up from the bed, and started to walk towards the door.Anyway, I can't get in for a while...

Taking advantage of the current state of the spirit body, it is good to walk around.

As soon as this idea came up, Yuan Gun felt a huge attraction coming from behind.

The body that was unable to enter even life and death just now opened its arms to accept the spirit body.

Yuan Gun: ...

He blinked, blinked again, and slowly sat up from the bed. His body had been useless for a long time, and this movement alone was a bit laborious and stiff.

Quickly moving his limbs, from mechanical numbness to gradually regaining consciousness, it really took him a lot of effort.

Tired Yuan rolled out a fine sweat on his forehead.

He sat on the edge of the bed, heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to raise his hands to wipe his sweat.

Suddenly, a series of extremely small footsteps sounded from the yard across the door, walking towards this side unhurriedly.

The long-lost familiar pace seemed to step on his heart step by step.

Yuan Gun:! ! !Flame!

Standing up ecstatically, a pair of black eyes stared at the gradually opening door.

In the daylight, a tall and thin black figure slowly walked in.

"I miss you so much~" Yuan Gun's eyes turned red uncontrollably, he stepped forward and opened his arms wide, waiting for his lover's familiar and warm embrace to embrace him.

However, the silver-haired man passed straight through as if he hadn't seen him.

Yuan Gun was startled, and felt a chill pass through his chest the moment the two of them met, causing him to shudder severely.

Turning around abruptly, she only saw a pair of familiar golden eyes staring at him suspiciously... No, those eyes seemed to pass through him and look behind him.

Yuan Gun felt hairy all over his body, and followed Ruan Yan's gaze -

Nothing! ! !

"Yanyan, are you trying to scare me to death!"

The young man complained, and stepped forward again, leaning forward, wanting to take the initiative to lean into the man's arms.

However, this time he still failed to get what he wanted. Accompanied by a palpitating chill, he passed through Ruan Yan's body again, and rushed straight to the motionless body on the bed that was 'sleeping' soundly.

Yuan Gun stared blankly at his body, what's going on, didn't I just seized the body, bah, did the fit succeed? !

This, this, when did it fall back again!

Yuan Gun stood up in disbelief, retreated to Ruan Yan's side, turned his head and whispered: "Yanyan, can you hear me?"

Ruan Yan frowned, stepped forward, picked up the legs that were resting on the edge of the bed, and carefully put them back on the soft mattress.

Yuan Gun who was ignored: ...

Well, it looks like I can't hear you.

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