Crane Chong dressed as a villain and a foolish king

Zhuang Heng was tossing and turning like pancakes on the soft couch. He couldn't sleep because the bedding was too soft. What happened recently was so dense that he and Xiao Lang had relatively close contact but had no time to digest it. Now he Finally, there is a space to be alone, where there is silence and no one disturbs, and some images can't be controlled to drill into his mind, and when it is too crowded, he starts to turn around like a marquee, disturbing his sleepiness.

If he doesn't sleep, the AI ​​can't sleep either: [Master, it's okay if I don't sleep, it's bad for your health if you don't sleep! ]

Zhuang Heng kicked the quilt a little impatiently: [I want to sleep, isn't this insomnia! ]

AI: [Why don't you move the little brother out, you can sleep soundly every time you lean against him. ]

Zhuang Heng held his neck for a while, moved to the side, and said with a wooden face: "Well, it's a humanoid pillow that can't speak or move, it's nothing. But I'm a little tired, You help me move."

AI suspected that he was guilty, but still took Xiao Lang's clone out without any complaints. The clone was dressed in white obscene clothes and pants, and lay motionless on the not-so-spacious bed. Tightly.

As soon as Zhuang Heng turned his head, he received a strong visual impact. He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his eyes, closed his eyes and stood up. After looking at it, he stretched out his hand to poke "Xiao Lang" in the face. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he relaxed in his heart. After thinking twice, he tentatively pulled Xiao Lang's arm and put his head on it.

AI: [Master, you...]

Zhuang Heng: [Hush - I'm doing an antibody test. ]

AI: [What? ]

Zhuang Heng: [Do you think my heartbeat is quite normal now? ]

AI: [Yes!It didn't speed up or get worse at all, it was no different from usual. ]

Zhuang Heng was overjoyed, and tilted his body again and put the back of his head on "Xiao Lang"'s chest. After a while, he turned sideways and put his arms across "Xiao Lang", and after a while, he lifted a Legs on "Xiao Lang"'s lap...

The AI ​​saw him moving around, and couldn't help asking: [Master, are you still asleep? ]

Zhuang Heng was rejoicing that he had passed the antibody test, when he was suddenly asked by it, his face became hot again: [Sleep, I will sleep right away. ]

AI: [Master, what are you doing?Little brother is almost spoiled by you. ]

Zhuang Heng: [...just exercise yourself, so as not to let my legs go weak every time he sneaks up on me. ]

AI: [It turns out that your legs are weak every time?I don't have legs, I'm so curious, is it bad to have soft legs? ]

Zhuang Heng: [...Nonsense. ]

Of course not, it's obviously too exciting, so exciting that I suspect that I can't control myself to commit a crime every minute.

The AI ​​understood it as "nonsense, of course", and asked with concern: [Then is it useful for you? ]

Zhuang Heng said unsurely: [It should... be useful. ]

At least for now, physical contact won't make him flustered and short of breath. He didn't know what would happen if he was more intimate. He wanted to try kissing, but felt that kissing a dummy was really abnormal, so he quickly dismissed the idea.

Under the AI's eager eyes, Zhuang Heng changed various sleeping positions next to "Xiao Lang". Thinking: It’s really tiring to like a half-sized guy. Even thinking about it makes me feel like I’m committing a crime. I’d better not see him for now, and practice with the replica. If he touches me again in the future, I can calmly refuse.

Zhuang Heng was tired a long time ago, and this time he slept so deeply, the sky was so dark that he didn't even notice the sudden movement of the duplicate body around him.

When Xiao Lang opened his eyes, he was in a daze. He was lying on the couch before and did not fall asleep. He only vaguely felt that someone was touching him here and there. Zhuang Heng communicated with AI using brain waves, so He didn't hear Zhuang Heng's voice, but when Zhuang Heng approached, his breath came into his ears, and he still felt it. He called "Hehe", but didn't hear any response. After suffering for an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Heng breathed The sound gradually eased, and he also fell asleep slowly. He thought he would sleep until dawn, but when he opened his eyes again, he actually changed places.

The moonlight came in from the window, the surroundings were silent, it was still late at night, Xiao Lang looked down at the person on top of him, and a wet tide surged in his heart, he didn't dare to think why Zhuang Heng wanted to be exactly like himself Sleeping with the dummy in his arms, his heart swelled and hurt when he thought about it, he pressed Zhuang Heng tightly in his arms, lowered his head and kissed and kissed on the top of Zhuang Heng's hair, breathing hot, restrained and excited.

Zhuang Heng muttered in a daze, which was obviously a meaningless raving, but it was magnified infinitely in the dark night and became a hook that captivated the soul.

After all, Xiao Lang couldn't hold it back, lifted his face and kissed him lightly under the corner of his eyes, but it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst. He opened his lips slightly, and his breathing was half a beat, then turned over to support him, covering him In his own shadow, he slowly bent down.

The night became viscous, Zhuang Heng had an indescribable and extremely shameful dream, he frowned and dodged gently, but couldn't help but stand up to meet him, he panted quickly, bit his lips and moaned, he opened his eyes in a daze Opening his eyes and closing them in a daze, he saw the figure crouching on him, and also saw the low and dilapidated roof and the potholed walls. Everything was in chaos. He realized that he was dreaming, and in the dream, he could have no scruples. , You can do whatever you want, he stretched out his arms to hug him, and rambled nonsense in a hoarse voice: "It's over, I'm over..."

Zhuang Heng was woken up by the heat. When he woke up, he felt something was wrong. He rubbed his forehead and sat up to find out what was wrong. He opened the quilt with wide eyes, looked at the dry quilt and obscene pants for a moment, but he didn’t die. Carefully pulled the hem of the obscene pants.

The AI ​​woke up yawning, and was taken aback by his actions: [Not suitable for children!Master, you can't play handjob in front of me! ]

Zhuang Heng's breath became uneven: [I'm not, I didn't...]

AI breathed a sigh of relief: [Oh. ]

His body was clean and fresh, as if nothing had happened, but his body had an inexplicable and strange sense of satiety, and it seemed that something had happened. Zhuang Heng turned his head blankly to look at the humanoid pillow lying beside him, and stretched out his hand nervously to test his breath. He lay down and listened to his heartbeat, and found that everything was normal. He stared at the humanoid pillow for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Maybe it was just an exaggerated dream?

It was still dark at this time, and Zhuang Heng was still sleepy. He lay down and yawned non-stop. He simply turned around and hugged the humanoid pillow again. He closed his eyes and planned to sleep until dawn, but this time he suffered from insomnia again. It was all a heat wave, so hot that he couldn't fall asleep. He thought it was two people huddled together in the heat, gritted his teeth and reluctantly retracted the replica back into the space, but he could only pancake on the couch.

Not long after, there was a noise in the yard, and he heard Ji Dashi whispering to someone, so he sat up and shouted, "Dashi!"

Ji Dashi responded, pushed open the door and poked half his head in: "Xianjun, are you also woken up by the heat?"

Zhuang Heng's throat was a little dry, and he coughed a few times before speaking again: "What's going on?"

Ji Dashi said angrily: "It's not the despicable villain of the national teacher. He set a fire outside the city, and the city became a furnace. It became hotter and hotter, and I was woken up by the heat."

Zhuang Heng was taken aback. The national teacher lit a circle of fire to surround the whole city. He knew about this, but the national teacher did not intend to hurt people's lives for the time being in order to force him to appear, so the fire was spellcast and would not go to the city. The city was spreading, and it was clearly burning against the city wall, but there was no scorched shadow on the city wall. Before going to sleep, he heard that the national teacher had suddenly left, so he relaxed his vigilance, thinking that he could slowly find a way, but unexpectedly he underestimated The power of fire.

It can make him wake up in the middle of the night as a modern person who has adapted to the greenhouse effect and the high temperature of 37 degrees in summer, which shows that it is really hot.

Ji Dashi took off his shirt, was shirtless and fanned himself with a cattail fan. Seeing Zhuang Heng coming out of the room, he hurriedly stepped forward and pointed the fan at Zhuang Heng. Zhuang Heng took a piece of ice and gave it to him: " Do you know where the national teacher is?"

Ji Dashi threw away the fan and took the ice cubes with his hands like a baby, and pressed them on his face: "It sounds like he is going to apply for the country. Whenever there is a war, the national teacher will go to open the altar to try to extradite the souls of the dead, but I see that the national teacher is not a person." Good thing, I don’t know if he really went to do good deeds, maybe he was eating human flesh.”

Zhuang Heng's mouth twitched.

Ji Dashi changed his face with an ice cube: "This time the emperor is going to fight. If the national teacher really can't bear to see people die, why don't you just stop the emperor and wait until the war is over before cleaning up the mess? But It’s fine if Shen Guo beats us up, those gangsters of Shen Guo used to bully us a lot in Abandoned City, and Dai Guo next door was also bullied by them very badly, hey, it’s good to beat them to the bum, and learn a lesson.”

Zhuang Heng pushed open the courtyard door and walked out while listening to his chatter. Unexpectedly, there were many people in the streets and alleys. When he inquired, they were all awakened by the heat. Everyone gathered together and looked at the direction of the tower. I'm afraid that in a few days, I won't be able to survive the heat and die at home, and many people are worrying about the fields outside the city, fearing that if they don't go to cook for a few days, all their hard work will be in vain.

Seeing Zhuang Heng appearing, everyone was stunned for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, they were all overjoyed and excited, and gathered around to say hello, seeing the relaxed expression of "The Immortal Lord is back, we are saved", Zhuang Heng Tremendous stress.

He turned his head and asked Ji Dashi: "The national teacher is not here, are the people guarding the towers ordinary people?"

"Yes, they are all ordinary people. They said that they practiced with the national teacher, but they have not seen anything famous in their cultivation. There is not even one who can fly with a sword. I have tried it, and it is nothing more than some boxing skills. They are not stronger than us. Where are you going?" Ji Dashi rubbed his hands excitedly, "Xianjun, how about I take my brothers to kill them?"

Zhuang Heng thought about it tangledly: "Think of other ways, this is too simple and rude, if the national teacher comes back tomorrow and finds that all his people are dead, he must be furious, and the unlucky ones will be our city. people."

Ji Dashi was so angry that he punched the tree next to him, but what Zhuang Heng said made sense. After all, the national teacher is superior. Now the lives of the people in the city are in the hands of the national teacher. They are controlled by others, and they really have no right to be willful .

Zhuang Heng looked around. The fire cost the national teacher a lot of cultivation. The scale was unprecedented. At this moment, the whole city was like a cauldron on the fire. When the light comes in, there is no need to light a lamp at night.

Zhuang Heng broke the jar and said, "Since everyone can't sleep, let's find something to do."

Everyone looked at him in unison, with expectant faces, expressing their determination in one voice: "If you have something to do, just give orders!"

Zhuang Heng cleared his throat: "I plan to select more than a dozen people as disciples and teach them some cooking skills. There is no limit to men, women, old and weak. However, due to the limited number of places, we will list the conditions for screening. Those who are interested can go to Commander Ji to apply. A name, after the preliminary screening, I will interview here, after passing the interview, I will have to investigate other aspects, and I will be hired if I think it is suitable..."

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd had already boiled over, rushing towards Ji Dashi one after another. Ji Dashi didn't expect Zhuang Heng to come out suddenly, and he was in a hurry to deal with it.

Zhuang Heng looked at the crowd with a smile on his face. In fact, he was so anxious that he wanted to grab his hair. He turned around and looked at the night sky reddened by the fire with a distorted face: [It seems that everyone regards me as the savior. How the hell am I going to be the savior? ! ]

AI: [The savior at this time is probably only our lovely and respectable firefighters...]

Zhuang Heng turned around in a hurry: [Yes!Call 119!Call me! ]

AI: […]

Zhuang Heng suddenly stopped his hand grabbing his head: [Excuse me, can I or the system represent me to take the initiative to find a supplier? ]

AI: [It’s ok, as long as it’s settled. ]

Zhuang Heng's eyes lit up: [Quick!live streaming!Show everyone the fearless and fearless mental outlook of Chef Zhuang in the face of fire!In such a harsh environment, I still insist on doing live broadcasts. What an epic professionalism! ]

AI: [...Wait, master, what do you want to do? ]

Zhuang Heng was silent for a moment, and let himself calm down: [Is it okay to endorse fire extinguishing equipment? ]

The author has something to say: So here comes the question: Where did the little brother go?