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Cheng Zi brought some clothes, this is a world of ice and snow, you can't stay naked all the time, right?

Mr. Orange was holding those small clothes in his small arms, and it wasn't that he didn't see traces of light blue spiritual power flowing around the edge, but this was the first time Xiyang gave him something!

He bit his lips, raised his eyes to look at the man in joy and shyness, "Thank you, Xiyang...I really like the clothes you made."

He said it unintentionally, but he was sincerely grateful, but Chang Xiyang listened to it but took it into his heart, he only had this clothes with a wave of his hand, how could he afford Xiao Chengzi's gratitude?

Chang Xiyang was silent and didn't answer.

The next time he came again, he brought clothes with crooked stitches and not the right size.

But Mr. Orange still keeps it to this day.

Clothes without spiritual power, sewn stitch by stitch, clothes made by Chang Xiyang for himself.

(Fives)

Chang Xiyang's life is so long, he is used to waiting, used to being in a daze, a day is just a moment in his billions of years, but sometimes, a day is so long, he has to count every minute Waiting, like a child, waiting for today to pass and tomorrow to come.

He was very familiar with Xiao Chengzi, that child was indeed a little monster, who took shape at some time, with the sky as his father and the earth as his mother, and survived in the mountains.

He didn't think much of it, but Mr. Cheng was already a five or six-year-old child, and a few years had passed in a blink of an eye.

He usually doesn't talk much, but he doesn't feel restrained when he is around Xiao Chengzi, and he usually goes to Xiao Chengzi to say what he doesn't know to whom.

"Little Chengzi, let me tell you, Si Song is so stupid, today he..." "Today Si Song brought me a little flower..." "Si Song, he..." Of course Mr. Cheng knew that Si Song was Who, he'd been guarding that person for so long, even Si Song, a big pig's hoof turned to ashes, knew him too.

In the past, it was to please Xi Yang that he was willing to listen to Chang Xiyang's babbling three sentences that were inseparable from Si Song's babble, but it had been several years, and Si Song was still singing Si Song every day. Xiao Chengzi was annoyed, "If you Tissong, I won't play with you anymore!"

Chang Xiyang was taken aback, this half-grown little Douding looked at him angrily with his hips crossed, he couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes stretched out, as if expecting the beginning of spring, when the ice and snow melted, bringing warmth The pleasant spring breeze blows.

Mr. Orange didn't speak, he thought, please let time stop at this moment, Chang Xiyang smiled because of him.

"You and Si Song are not the same at all, Si Song..."

"Uh..." Xiao Chengzi put away her delusions, became angry, and turned her back to ignore that person.

Chang Xiyang was a little helpless, it was the first time he encountered a child getting angry, what should he do?

Want to go up and coax?Say something?Will I be beaten if I hug it?Ah, he is such a piece of wood, he is a little lost.

The other half, Xiao Chengzi sat there puffed up, but kept glancing back, why didn't she come over to coax me?Ah Xiyan is an idiot!The most stupid!

The stupidest idiot, Chang Xiyang, after a long silence, had an idea.

Xiao Chengzi was extremely disappointed, that person didn't care about herself at all!

He didn't like him at all... He bit his lips, blinked aggrievedly, and sniffed, feeling like he was going to cry.

Suddenly, an orange rolled over beside me, round and round, fresh and sweet in appearance.

He subconsciously picked up the orange and looked back. A dozen oranges were connected in a line and stretched into the distance. Chang Xiyang stood cautiously behind the tree trunk and looked at this side.

"Uh..." Do you look like a fool?

He pouted, reluctantly picked up oranges and walked along the line to Chang Xiyang, but his heart was already full of joy.

With small hands, he picked up an orange, dropped one out of his arms, and finally managed to hold three or four oranges in front of the man, and had to pretend to be surprised... Ah, so silly, so good happy.

Chang Xiyang hid behind the tree, watching the little short leg move towards him little by little, he nodded, this trick really worked.

Xiao Chengzi said in her heart, "Oh."

The last time Chang Xiyang was annoyed by Si Song, he also turned his back without saying a word and ignored him.

Then an orange rolled over, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, he quickly picked up the orange, turned around, along the way, his clothes were full of oranges, his eyes were so happy that he bent his eyes a little, but suddenly bumped into Si Song's arms.

Cheng Zi rolled on the ground, and he was held in the arms of the man, only the tips of two red ears were exposed.

(six)

Xiao Chengzi grew up very quickly, and after a few years, she faintly looked like a teenager.

That day when he saw Chang Xiyang pounced on him as excitedly as before, but the man shook and failed to catch him, instead he was knocked to the ground. Xiao Chengzi panicked and hurried to see if the man was injured.

Chang Xiyang had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground. When did this little doll become so big?It already has the appearance of a human being at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

"Little Chengzi..." He habitually touched the doll's hair, but when he put his hands on it, he felt so...violating?The name, too, doesn't look like a big kid anymore.

"What are you thinking, Xiyan?"

"In the future, change your name?"

Xiao Chengzi blinked, "It's all up to you. Then what's my name?"

Chang Xiyang looked into the man's shining eyes, feeling flustered, how could he get a name like this?

After being silent for a while, pretending to think, he squinted his eyes pretending to be calm, and said, "Call you, Mr. Orange?"

The man was so happy that he didn't dislike this perfunctory name at all.Little Chengzi, no, Young Master Cheng blinked again, got into Chang Xiyang's arms and leaned forward to kiss him on the face.

Chang Xiyang touched the place where he was kissed, and felt that something was wrong.

"Little... Mr. Orange, you are an older child, you can't kiss me anymore."

Mr. Cheng bit his lips in aggrieved way, "I'm not a big kid."

"But you are already so big, look, you are almost as tall as me." Chang Xiyang stood up and compared with Mr. Cheng, this kid really grows up very fast.

"But I don't want to be a big kid." Mr. Cheng leaned forward again, hugging Chang Xiyang.

"As you get older, you definitely grow up."

"Xiyang's appearance won't change..."

Ah, it was discovered.

Chang Xiyang rubbed his nose guiltily, because "Tian" felt that his early twenties were the most energetic time, so their creator's appearance remained at this stage. As for Hao Zhizhang... well, that was an exception.

"Because it looks better this way." Chang Xiyang looked at the man with an expression on his face that I was lying, but Mr. Orange didn't expose him, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Then when does Xi Yang think I look better?"

"Wait until you're independent enough."

"Am I not independent now?"

"No, I mean, when you mature, you can take responsibility for yourself..."

"Then when will I be mature?"

"It should be fine when you're a few years older." Chang Xiyang rubbed his nose and made nonsense.

"Then when I mature, Xiyang will mate with me, will you?"

"What?" Chang Xiyang, the flower of Gaoling among the creators, fell to the ground in shock at this moment.

It doesn't matter, although he was frightened at the time, but he was in a later day.No, after so many days, Mr. Orange's little wish at that time was still fulfilled.

Also because of his thoughtless words at the beginning, Mr. Cheng's appearance always stays at the age of eighteen or nineteen. Mr. Cheng knows that that person likes himself like this.

(Seven)

When Mr. Cheng locked him on the bed in Argentina, Chang Xiyang had a severe fever. Mr. Cheng's body was slightly cold, sticking to his hot skin, which made him hug him even tighter involuntarily.

"Xiyang, your body is so weak." Mr. Cheng complained to him distressedly.

"Yes." Chang Xiyang closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, agreeing in confusion.

"Did you know? I've heard before that human flesh is very useful for replenishing the body."

"Ah."

"But ordinary people's meat is not worthy of you, huh? I hate to let you eat some dirty things."

Chang Xiyang turned over and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

"I think my flesh can be considered..." Mr. Orange leaned closer to the man's ear, the tip of the red ear was terribly hot, "But, Xiyang, do you really not remember me at all?"

"Chengcheng, sleep." Chang Xiyang felt uncomfortable, and unconsciously pushed away the heat from his ear. Mr. Cheng bit his lip, looked at him for a few seconds, bent down to kiss him, and hugged the man again. Tucked away the corner of the quilt, turned and left.

A hundred ways to kill Mr. Orange——

Mr. Orange looks shameless and powerful, and seems to have no flaws at all.But it is not.

Mr. Orange can be killed.

Qiu Yan pulled her finger, raised her head, her gaze was firm, "There are at least a hundred kinds."

"One hundred kinds??" Luo Yang's eyes almost fell off, "Are you kidding me? That man is Mr. Cheng, the leader of the evil spirit, that "God"! "

"So what? He's still going to die." Qiu Yan was a little disdainful, but seeing Luo Yang's sudden change of expression, "..." Fuck, the prediction came very slowly this time.

Qiu Yan slowly turned her head back, and the young man squatted behind her with a lollipop in his mouth and a pure smile, "Go on, Mr. Cheng also wants to know. There are a hundred ways to die for him."

"The first one is..."

"Wow, you really said it!" Luo Yang exclaimed, his face full of disbelief, Mr. Cheng glanced at him, and Luo Yang obediently fell silent.

"The first type?" The boy raised his eyebrows.

"The first one is the destruction of the earth."

"It makes sense." Mr. Orange nodded, "But it doesn't sound feasible?"

"But it's the most thorough one..." Qiu Yan said seriously, "And, if one day you can't think about it and want to commit suicide, the earth will also be destroyed. Well, at least half of it will be destroyed."

"Hmm, what then?" The young man whistled frivolously.

"Second, all your followers stop following you."

"He has followers?" Luo Yang was a little surprised.

"Throw you into the pile of evil spirits." Mr. Cheng smiled kindly at him.

"Okay, okay. There are thousands of followers." Luo Yang pouted.

"You know that humans have many social networking platforms, no matter which one, if you have an account on it, you will be crazy to want everyone to follow you, comment and forward your new developments, cheer for you, and even cheer for you Quarrels are fought for you."

"Hmm..." The young man bit his lips, "Qiu Yan, what kind of image do I have in your eyes?"

"A naive megalomaniac who wishes the whole world would shake their support sticks and shout "I love you". "

"That's too straightforward!" He bit the lollipop into pieces, holding a single candy stick in his mouth, with injuries written all over his face. "You think so too?" He looked at Luoyang.

"If I remember correctly... This is also Chang Xiyang's evaluation of you."

"I don't believe Xiyang would say such a thing!"

"There is no way..." Qiu Yan looked at him with pity in his eyes, "This is a recognized fact."

Looking at Mr. Orange's more resentful face, Qiu Yan smiled softly, "So, if one day, all your fans suddenly quit, you will die."

"I may be sad, but I will definitely never die."

"There is nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart. Mr. Orange, who has no followers, absolutely cannot bear it. If your heart dies, you will die."

"Barely accept." The boy pouted, "However, if I really create a social account, will human beings believe that I am a divine existence far higher than them and they are all just lowly ants?"

"My God, this person is hopeless." Luo Yang covered his face. "Besides, if someone really believes in you, humans will panic, right?"

"What should I send?"

"I don't listen to people at all, you bastard! Don't just take out your phone and start posting photos on your own, you bastard!"

"You're so noisy." Mr. Orange rested his chin on one hand, and typed quickly on the phone with the other fingertips, "If it affects my mood, I won't be able to express my true emotions."

"Uh..." Qiu Yan moved closer to him, and glanced at the screen. A photo of Chang Xiyang sleeping soundly was secretly taken at some time, with a text, "Xiyang's sleeping face only belongs to me." Day 1, let me take a look at it for you ants."

... This idiot, how many more days do you plan to secretly film!

The boy turned off the phone screen with a smile, "Continue."

"The third way is to kill Chang Xiyang."

"Syan will not die. He is the Creator."

Qiu Yan gave him a white look, "If you hadn't helped me back then, I would have died too. I am also the Creator."

"I won't let him die."

"It's hard to say, you know best."

"What did you see?" The boy frowned.

"I can't see anything..." Qiu Yan shook her head, "I thought you would know."

"If so, then it's him who messed up."

"But maybe it's not the right time? Sometimes it always comes late, just like... you were behind me just now."

Qiu Yan hesitated, she was not sure.

"Why did our topic suddenly become so serious?" Luo Yang tilted his head and blinked his eyes.

"Have you been here?" The boy glanced at him, as if suddenly realizing it, with a surprised tone.

"Wow, it's too much! You even threatened me just now! You're pretending you can't see me!"

"But knowing someone like you is so cheap, what "ah, my brave and brave Mr. Cheng would know such a disgusting thing! Ah, I don't want to live!" Like this, many little girls will cry yes. "

"Oh my God..." Luo Yang covered his face again, "I will hear such a disgusting voice one day... I should have found Xi Yang and let him see your true face."

"Xiyang knows."

"what?"

"Xiyang knows what kind of person I am, but he still loves me. This is why I love him so much. I love Chang Xiyang who loves me so much."

"Don't lie..." Luo Yang disdainfully said, "Chang Xiyang doesn't love you at all, you are just a little brother in his eyes. Besides, you know he doesn't love you, but you still love him unrequitedly."

"Uh..." Mr. Orange raised his head, put on a bright smile, and snapped his fingers.

The world is clean.

"I really don't understand, why do you keep such a noisy person, wouldn't it be good to let him die in the game world?" The young man frowned, and looked at his hand with some disgust.

"Where did you throw him?"

"The center of the world for my followers." Mr. Orange spat out the candy stick in his mouth, stood up, stretched his numb legs, "Do you think what I just said was a lie?"

"You never lie." Qiu Yan squinted her eyes and looked up at the boy's face, nodded without changing her expression.

On the other side, Luoyang, who was entangled by thousands of evil spirits, was struggling to get out, very resentful, "I haven't heard the remaining 97 methods!"

No, the young man could hear his resentment and shouted, and shook his head, the remaining 97 ways were how to kill Chang Xiyang.Compared with the previous two, it was indeed easier to kill Chang Xiyang.

However, Mr. Orange will not let this happen.

Absolutely not.

"The annoying things are gone, let's go back to our topic." Mr. Orange simply sat cross-legged on the ground, "You said I was mixed among humans, how about my debut?"

"Ok?"

"Idol, idol, my qualifications are completely met. I am good-looking and talented. After I become an international superstar, I will stand on the biggest stage and confess to Xiyang. After that, no one knows who Chang Xiyang is. , I can only bless me while crying and full of doubts. Wow, I am so looking forward to it, what should I do, I want to try it now!"

"Confess to A Yang in public?" Si Song stood behind him with a dark face, making the boy tremble with fright. Si Song tilted his head and smiled softly, "A Yang, will you accept it?"

"I probably... can't do it." Chang Xiyang felt the growing strength of the man on his shoulders, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's a little shy in front of so many people."

"Is it because of shyness? Then he confessed to you alone, did you accept it?" Si Song's face darkened again, and his smile became subtly unfriendly.

"No." Chang Xiyang opened his mouth, but found that he really didn't know how to explain. "I won't accept it, I shouldn't." He lowered his head and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Don't make it difficult..." Mr. Orange stood up and covered Xi Yang's drooping face with open palms, "Don't make such an expression. I didn't intend to force you. I'm not as glass-hearted as you think, you You don't need to worry about me."

Si Song looked at him like a boy, but didn't say anything else;

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.At this moment, a faint meow came in, and everyone looked down. A black and white tuxedo cat rubbed against the boy's trousers, and gave a childish "meow".

"Your cat?"

The young man knelt down and touched its shiny black back, "My cat. Isn't it pretty? I searched for a long time before I found this one. Its black and white parts have exactly the same ratio, it's amazing.

She's obviously not very close to her, but she's actually very gentle, won't reject people, and will come to rub you when she sees you are sad.Strange sensible. "

Qiu Yan raised her forehead, she didn't even know that this man had a cat on his own mountain!

"Eh?" Chang Xiyang was a little surprised, and squatted down, his waist-length hair hanging down, which was picked up by Si Song. "Can I touch it?"

"Cat, reach out and say hello, this is your most honorable master's favorite."

"Didn't you name it?"

"No, I can't think of a name, so let's call him a cat. It's a little male cat."

The cat looked up at him with contempt, then waved away Chang Xiyang's hand. "Don't like me."

"Same-sex repulsion after all." The young man was not surprised, but nodded in understanding.

"Let's raise a cat too." Chang Xiyang turned his head and looked up at Si Song, "Raise an orange cat, the kind that basks lazily in the sun every day, and looks at us with contempt."

"What's so strange about you?" Si Song had no choice but to stretch out his hand to pull up the squatting man, "Then raise one. But it won't live for many years, so don't cry when it does. "

"I will not!"

"Yeah." Si Song turned his head and said goodbye to Qiu Yan, "We're going back first, we were going out for a walk, and we stopped by to see you. I didn't expect there were quite a lot of surprises."

Chang Xiyang waved his hands obediently and said goodbye to them.The young man stroked the cat in his hand, and looked at the backs of the two as they left slowly, "Qiu Yan, you said that you can't see the future, right?"

"Ah."

"Then let me tell you, I can see." The young man laughed, "Chang Xiyang is dead, and so are you. There are not many people left in the Creator, Si Song will be alive...and me, something has changed about me. It's amazing, the future."

"Where's Xiaoqian?"

"He died very quickly and didn't suffer." The cat raised its head and barked, and Mr. Orange patted its head. "It's a very, very far future. You will like it too."