Morning, bedridden, deceased wish.

In "a moment", there was a numbing silence.

After a few moments of hesitation, the AI carefully turned the projection screen off.

The image of Lou Ying gently gathering Chi Xiaochi from behind with a quilt turns into a line and disappears on the screen.

AI whispered, "You're ...... again."

The Lord God's voice was a fury: "Shut up!"

AI shut up and thought, "I'm sure I'm angry.

The Lord God was shaking with anger, "How could 061 have escaped? Is that Lord God a waste? Are their security systems for nothing?"

The AI said matter-of-factly, "The other day, we had a similar situation."

Lord God: "...... Shut up!"

The AI said, "I'm just trying to argue that it's possible."

The Lord God stopped speaking, trying to silence his opponent.

AI: "Are you going to send an official letter asking for information?"

The Lord God's trigeminal nerves ached.

What official letter? Are we going to run up there and ask: Why didn't you lock up the people I wanted to lock up?

Isn't that just a place to be?

It's not enough to be humiliated, do you want to be humiliated again?

The Lord God's voice was cold, "Chi Xiaochi cannot leave the system. Anyone can, but not him."

AI thought, "Oh, no, I've had enough.

It said helplessly, "Do you have any more ideas."

The Lord God did not make a sound, quietly pondered for a moment, and suddenly gave a grim smile, "I don't care about Chi Xiaochi anymore."

AI thought, "It's over, I've given up on myself.

The Lord God said, "He's just relying on 061's ability to do whatever he wants. What if 061 doesn't work anymore."

The AI sighed deeply, "You're breaking the contract again?"

The Lord God thought of a good idea and was in a much better mood, so naturally he didn't mind AI's offense at the word "again", "It's not a violation of the contract, just some minor restrictions."

The AI continued to brake down, "What if this doesn't work."

The Lord God stifled a laugh, "Then I have an idea."

What Chi Xiaochi really wanted, Lou Ying couldn't give him, but he could.

......

The next morning, Chi Xiaochi woke up early.

Outside, it was early light, and the sunrise slowly filtered through the window like a piece of melted honey candy.

He brought a cloud with his hand to cover the sun, to hide it properly, not to disturb the restful sleep of those beside him.

He found himself sleeping on the inside of Wen Yujing's couch, with Lou Ying sleeping on his side on the outside, facing his back, one hand resting a few inches from his head, the other naturally hanging down, reaching into the quilt, his tail finger touching his own, mimicking a hand-holding embrace.

Lou Ying was so tired from his injuries that he did not realize that Chi Xiaochi was awake.

Chi Xiaochi gently got up, washed up outside by the clear lake, first decocted the medicine, and brewed a bowl of steaming egg tea, brought it to the house, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him for a long time with his head hanging down before reaching out and lightly touching the tip of his ear.

Lou Ying, who was sleeping, seemed to feel something and wrinkled her brow lightly.

Chi Xiaochi withdrew her hand and leaned down to greet, "Good morning, Master."

Lou Ying heard Chi Xiaochi's voice and opened her eyes slightly, sleepily, "...... huh?"

His voice was on the raspy side, and his single eye was open with a gray-blue pupil, apparently at the beginning of consciousness, confusing his cat body with his human body.

Chi Xiaochi smiled shallowly, "Master, get up and eat."

Lou Ying closed his eyes again and moved his body inside the bed, giving up half of the bed, as if he wanted to stay in bed.

This is the first time I've seen such a childish Lou, Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi got a little playful and pressed a little closer inside, saying intentionally, "Master, if you don't get up, I'll sing to you."

Without a word, Lou Ying rolled over and grabbed Chi Xiaochi's wrist.

Chi Xiaochi lost his balance for a moment and fell halfway across the bed.

Lou Ying lifted the quilt and covered him, gently wrapping her arms around his neck through the quilt, "Sleep a little longer, stay with me."

Like it was a perfectly natural thing to say.

Like it's saying the moon goes around the earth forever.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't think he's going to move.

No romance novel or screenplay had told him what to do in reality in this situation.

The blanket was filled with Lou Ying's lingering warmth and scent, and Chi Xiaochi didn't even dare to breathe or look up, even though Lou Ying's eyes were closed and she wasn't looking at him, as if she knew how nervous he was.

To relieve the tension, Chi Xiaochi exhaled.

Lou Ying suddenly closes her eyes and asks, "Do I smell like medicine?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Huh? No."

Lou Ying did have some of the elegant aroma of ointment on her, with just a hint of the freshness of menthol at this distance.

Lou Ying, however, seemed to be less comfortable by the smell of medicine, tugging at the front of his bedclothes and frowning slightly, "The smell seems to be a bit heavy. Take a whiff."

Chi Xiaochi was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so she naturally moved closer to him, pulling up the shirt on his chest and sniffing lightly.

...... The smell of medicine isn't really that bad.

He said, "It's okay ......"

As soon as the words started, a warm hand rested on the back of his head, as if holding a squirrel attracted by the aroma of pine cones, and hugged it earnestly into his arms.

Chi Xiaochi froze, always suspicious that he'd give himself a kiss, so he shrank back, muscles tensing at his shoulders.

However, Lou Ying made no further moves.

He sat up with him in his arms, "Well, I'm awake. Let's get up."

Chi Xiaochi came back to her senses and thought, "Is Lou not awake.

Lou Ying wondered if she had frightened him.

So both men were much more disciplined for the rest of the day.

Lou Ying did not take the egg tea, only by Chi Xiaochi mouth to mouth feed, steaming hot drink, stomach feel better, before drinking the medicine.

Red cloud son and other people heartbroken younger brother, all kinds of injury medicine flow like send back to the head of the peak, but I do not know what he was injured by what evil things, make countless elixirs, that all red marks are stubborn and difficult to eliminate, looks really horrible.

Every time Chiyunzi came to visit him, a point of chagrin was added to his heart.

I blame myself for not knowing people well, and too kind, that Yan Jinhua do not know in their own eyes to make a lot of mystery, they are still oblivious to the fact that they are suffering the younger brother for nothing.

Thinking about this, Red Cloud Zi hated Yan Jinhua even more.

"I heard that that person is shouting day in and day out on the bright moon building." Wen Yujing leaned on a soft pillow and said in a warm voice, "His voice is hoarse."

"It's good to be mute, so that you don't have to say some asshole words that will tarnish your reputation." Red Cloud Zi said, "I will dispose of him on a certain day. Senior brother feel at ease and recuperate, my brother will definitely give you an explanation."

Wen Yujing put down his rolled up sleeves and said, "Senior brother has an unforgiving request."

Red Cloud Zi agreed of his own accord, "You say, my brother listens."

Wen Yujing said: "I heard that the senior brother just accepted feast nephew as a disciple, feast nephew cultivation is not bad, talent outstanding, also to learn to learn, how will become so lazy, tricky evil? I know that the senior brother disciple, will not be so without examination and learning, rashly into the inner door."

Is a person will love to listen to good words, this piece of gentle voice of the horse's ass, so that the red cloud son heart ironed a lot: "Senior brother, you are saying ......?"

Wen Yujing pulled the quilt towards his chest, "I guess, is Senior Feast Nephew not possessed by some demon? Otherwise, why would he go against his senior brother's teachings and collude with a demon?"

Chi Yunzi thought for a moment, think this is reasonable, and accompanied Wen Yujing said some words, Fang Cai brushed his sleeve and hurriedly left.

Lou Ying noticed that the direction he was going was towards the Bright Moon House.

He lowered his rolled-up sleeve to cover the wound and called Chi Xiaochi, who was standing outside.

Chi Xiaochi comes in with a tray of medicine and sits down by the bed.

Lou Ying loosened the upper sash, letting his clothes slide down his back, and crouched on the soft mattress as Chi Xiaochi rubbed the medicinal oil hot on his fingertips and gently pushed it away from the wounds on his back.

The medicine was blended from the system, it was fast acting and strong, and the pain should have been extreme when the oil soaked into the wound.

Chi Xiaochi wanted to pay attention to observe Lou Ying's expression, but found that he looked calm as hell and was seriously looking at himself sideways, his heart palpitated for no reason, so he turned his eyes away, "...... told him?"

Lou Ying : "Well. ...... I'm surprised you remember this."

Chi Xiaochi's eyelashes gently drooped, "Of course I remember. Yan Jinhua, he was the one who was supposed to exist."

In Sailor Moon, the original owner, Yan Jinhua, was never a villain.

That Sibyl has been hogging the nest for years, and it's time to spit out what he's been eating all these years with interest.

Chi Xiaochi thought for a moment about what was on his mind, and quietly turned his face back again to steal a glance while he was applying the wound at his waist socket.

Who would have thought that Lou Ying was still resting on his arm, looking at him sideways in a dignified manner.

The gentle gaze felt like it was scraping the tip of his nose in an unbiased manner, causing Chi Xiaochi's body to tingle.

Chi Xiaochi settled down and laughed, "Master, lie upright. You're twisted like a Tianjin twist."

Lou Ying said gently, "Let me take another look. The anesthesia is working well."

Chi Xiaochi reacted for a moment before realizing the meaning of his words.

He drifted a little, but was a little afraid to think about the meaning of his words.

And so the next rubbing, the ethereal Chi Xiaochi felt like she was applying honey to a cannabis flower.

Of course, the Five Monarchs of Jingxu were not the only ones who cared about Huiou Peak.

On the third day after the public trial, Ye Jiming finally hid in the wine altar and sneaked up the mountain.

Chi Xiaochi was boiling mushroom oil when he crept up to Kouzou Peak.

The best clear tea oil, inside the boiling freshly picked in the fall after drying the wild goose mushrooms, goose palms as tender mushrooms boiled juice, the oil steam out of the pine needle aroma lush into the arms, so delicious that people can smell the smell can eat a bowl of noodles.

Ye Jiming followed the fragrance and came, circled around the head of Hui Shou Peak a few times, but could not get through the door, so he had to gather his mouth and shouted: "Duan Shujue -- small fish! Fish head! Wooden fish!"

At the sound of this, Chi Xiaochi went out and caught a snake.

"Smells like wine." Chi Xiaochi laughed at him and said, "Just the thing to add to my list of wine snakes."

"Fuck you." Ye Jiming looked around, "Where's that Wen guy, I heard he's hurt pretty bad."

Chi Xiaochi shushed, pulling open the front flap, and inside bulged a white fluffy kitten, hanging at his front chest, coiled into a soft, warm ball of wool, sleeping soundly.

Ye Jiming snorted, "Pretentious."

Yet jealousy has turned his face away.

When the mushrooms were ready, Chi Xiaochi didn't plan to eat them right away, but took a few jars and divided them up, then took his master back to his room for a nap.

In Chi Xiaochi's own words, if you have something to say, talk to the person in question. Anyway, it's not like you're here to see if we're dead or alive.

This is exactly what Ye Jiming wanted.

After Chi Xiaochi had climbed onto the couch and fallen asleep with his cat in his pocket, Ye Jiming transformed himself into a disk of small snakes, circled twice around that right hand, licked the knuckle of the middle finger of that right hand twice with his snake's letter, and said in a dignified manner, "Wooden Fish, come out of there for this king."

That hand moved in response to the sound, resting on the edge of the couch and gently hooked the fingertips, the amplitude is very small, as if afraid to wake up Chi Xiaochi.

Confirming that Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying were already asleep, Duan Shujue Fang Cai wrote by the couch, "Brother Ye, it has been a long time."

Ye Jiming probed his neck to see him write, "As long as you're not dead. I haven't closed my eyes for days and nights because of your shit, how are you going to compensate me?"

Duan Shujue said, "Let Brother Ye hang on."

Ye Jiming : "Hmph. That's it?"

Duan Shujue asked patiently, "What kind of compensation does Brother Ye want."

Ye Jiming snorted, ''You make it sound like you can afford it. If you're driven off the mountain with all your powers wasted, you'll still have to rely on this Jun to support you. What will you be able to do for Benjun then?"

Duan Shujue thought hard and wrote, word for word, "And I can catch frogs for you to eat."

Seeing this line, Ye Jiming was suddenly moved.

In his past life, Ye Jiming had always been very fond of Duan Shujue, and he had thought of many scenarios with Duan Shujue, but none of them was as touching as this small picture described by Duan Shujue.

Ye Jiming spat out his snake letters, lowered his triangular snake head, and rubbed it tamely against the knuckles of his right hand, "Roll roll roll. This king never eats frogs."

He thought, "All you need to do is pick a small basket of snakeberries for Benjun every day, and Benjun will begrudgingly support you for the rest of your life," he said.