Chapter 286 Smile
"...Scattered Soldiers?" Shen Qianluo looked much more innocent when he just woke up than when he usually pretended to be well-behaved and weak. "...What's the matter?"
He rubbed his eyes and sleepily half-hugged Longlong, his silver hair curled, his alopecia hung down, his cheeks were slightly red, and even his clothes were no longer as elegant and graceful as before, but a little messy.
Seeing this, Sanbing was even worried that he would slip off his thin shoulders in the next second.
So the executive officer, who was slightly stunned, did not immediately speak up to state his purpose. Although it was the flute god in front of him who had frightened him into coming to the desert, he was actually stuck for a second when faced with the god's righteous questioning.
So Shen Qianluo buried his cheek in Longlong's soft fur again, happily fell to his side, and curled up comfortably: "I'll rest for a while, you watch the door."
His expression was comfortable and soft, he lifted the thin quilt and draped it around his waist, and soon he began to breathe evenly and peacefully as he fell asleep.
Skirmisher: Huh?
He was so angry that he took a step forward and was about to lift the quilt, pick up a ball of Shen Qianluo in the quilt and use his damaging skills, but a dragon claw touched the quilt.
At this moment, the bedding that should have been as light as a feather turned into the weight of a rock, knocking over the unprepared soldiers.
"...Let go, is this what you, a creature, should do?" The well above his head finally reached the edge of explosion. Sanbing glared at Longlong, Longlong looked at Sanbing, and collapsed like a noodle, turning into Shen Qianluo's arms and acting as a cushion for him.
Even just staring at the scene before us is enough to see the harmony and friendship between God and his creations (?).
"... "
Having suffered three betrayals and being caught up in all kinds of intrigues and calculations of interests, the puppet boy's heart, filled with disdain and hostility, had not felt such unspeakable waves for who knows how long.
He couldn't vent his anger on the cute and weak (perhaps) Longlong, so he could only cast his angry and complicated eyes on Shen Qianluo: "Have you slept enough? Get up, Xiao Shen, don't sleep anymore, how can there be a willful god like you?"
"Hmm..." Shen Qianluo replied perfunctorily, half asleep and half awake, "Okay, I'll be willful..."
Skirmisher:…
He now understood that getting Shen Qianluo to wake up was a huge and arduous task.
If Longlong hadn't stopped him, he promised that he would have brought down this ungrateful god right now, immediately, and then...
Then what to do?
The indigo eyes were a little dazed for a moment. The soldier stared at the handsome and obedient sleeping face of the young man, suppressing his indescribable emotions and his breath became slightly silent.
Beating him didn't seem to reach the point of anger, but scolding him seemed too much to bear, and I couldn't bear to do it...
It must be because he and she are both gods, and the Xiao God did a much better job than the high and mighty god who created him, which touched him.
But without beating or scolding him, shouldn't he love him, pamper him, and praise him for being perfunctory towards him?
……How can it be.
The soldier sneered at his own thoughts, and finally lowered his voice and whispered condescendingly: "Get up, Xiaoshen. I have countless ways to make you sober. If you don't want to suffer unspeakable torture, get up."
Yet he still failed.
How could the young master of Sky Island be threatened? He yawned and turned over without giving any face, with an elegant posture and a lazy expression: "Stop making trouble, be good."
The soldier half-crouched beside the young man, but Shen Qianluo didn't see it.
Sanbing's eyes were deep and complicated, and Shen Qianluo didn't see it.
The soldier slowly stretched out his hand towards the boy, determined to use some rough tactics, Shen Qianluo...
"This is your own—"
Before he could utter the word "find", Longlong suddenly stood up and jumped in front of Shen Qianluo, growling at him threateningly.
Shen Qianluo suddenly woke up: "Longlong?"
The fact that Longlong left his arms could only mean that Sanbing had done something that was beyond the rules and might even have hurt Longlong. His eyes instantly turned cold and Shen Qianluo sat up suddenly.
But he was stunned.
The soldier didn't do anything, just covered his face with one hand and started laughing.
The puppet boy smiled happily and sadly, as if he was driven mad by the vicissitudes of life and his mind had become abnormal.
Shen Qianluo was about to say something but stopped himself. He quickly picked up Longlong who was blocking him. After carefully checking him to make sure he was not hurt, he looked at the scattered soldiers who were extremely sad and happy.
For a moment, I suspected he was trying to scam me.
"Why are you sad for no reason? If you've encountered any injustice, why not talk to me about it?"
The dragon in his arms calmed down after the boy woke up, rubbing him gently, hugging him like a well-behaved pillow. Shen Qianluo's eyes also became filled with the warmth and tolerance unique to gods in just a few seconds, and he stood up and looked at the scattered soldiers who gradually stopped laughing.
"No need. It's just some useless sighs." Sanbing calmed down, but stared at Shen Qianluo, looking like he was going to ask for an explanation. "Now, should you tell me the story you prepared?"
The god still had messy silver hair, and his condition had returned to normal. He smiled politely, "I just wanted to comfort the kid who lost his mecha. Otherwise, there are so many truths in the world, why did you come here alone?"
Sanbing frowned, not giving in: "The gods of Xumi are here too, put away your meaningless attitude, I just want the most truthful answer."
"It's not easy to fool him." Shen Qianluo pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then changed his tone thoughtfully, "Then let's just watch a show."
"...Watching a show?" He repeated doubtfully. The Executor's frown had not even had time to relax before he took a step back due to the sudden approach of the god. "!"
Looking into those eyes that seemed to be smiling elegantly at all times (it didn't seem like he had just woken up), Sanbing seemed to be able to see his own slightly flustered expression in them.
As they got closer, their breathing became audible, their auras intertwined, the puppet boy held his breath, and even his heart was in a position that had never been before, generating a strange feeling.
He wanted to blurt out something to ask him to stay away, but he couldn't say it: "Xiao..."
"Be my doll. My family treats you very well. Well, you are just a toy."
The scattered soldier suddenly froze:?
Longlong suddenly looked up:?
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Today, a strange young man arrived at the camp near the Red King's Mausoleum.
In fact, to say that it is strange may be a bit disrespectful to the boy's own preferences.
The soft and fluffy black hair was tied into a chic wolf tail, and the silver eyes were so clear that they seemed like a pool of water reflecting the sky. The boy was handsome and romantic, with a cheerful and delicate personality. The red eyeshadow at the end of his eyes added a lot of evil charm to him.
But on his shoulder, there was a strange-looking doll lying there, sulking and with its head lowered, and with an extremely disdainful expression on its face.
In my arms...
Holding Longlong, the favorite of Xiaoshen Qianluo.
According to the boy, he just picked it up from the sand.
Picked up...?
However, just a few words made all the members of Xiaoshen Qianluo's pursuit team, led by Nashida, confused. They all ran to the boy and started talking to him enthusiastically.