"It becomes a dialogue at this time~ If you owe me, I will make it up~ If you steal mine, hand it over to me~ You and I are in love like a fist~ Every time I guess...... Alas~hee~hee!"

In the bathroom, Su Qian let the shower pour water, humming outdated pop songs, slowly sipping shower gel, watching the mist stirred up by the hot water, and printing the glass compartment with mist.

Some people say that the three most relaxing moments after a man gets married: when he sits on the toilet in the toilet, when he gets home and has not gotten off in the parking lot, and when he has no shower gel and no flush.

At this time, Su Qian is immersed in this moment of relaxation, whenever he especially likes to hum at this time, what he likes to hum is Da Zhang Wei's song of scrubbing, the genius boy who once suspected that people's lives were covered up has become a 'music thief' who hums saliva songs, maybe the once dissolute teenager will eventually compromise in order to survive, there are no dreams and distances on the road to growth, and all that remains is wine and the reluctance in front of him.

Opening his eyes slightly, he fumbled to put the shower gel back on the stand, and vaguely Su Qian seemed to see that outside the glass compartment, there seemed to be a red shadow flashing.

"Who?!" Su Qian shouted suspiciously.

There was no response, Su Qian turned off the shower on the side, there was no water flow and the non-stop sound of the ceramic floor, and there was silence in the bathroom, so quiet that Su Qian could even hear the "creaking" sound of Timo in the hall.

After observing and finding that there was no one around, Su Qian rubbed his eyes, so as not to let the foam slip in along his face, Su Qian opened the glass door suspiciously, glanced outside, found that there was nothing unusual, and then slowly closed it.

"The hangover reaction is indeed a bit serious, so I will go to my aunt's house and ask him to make me some ginger tea to make up for it. Su Qian said to himself.

Just as Su Qian turned around and turned on the shower again and began to rinse the foam on his body, several red smoke flew out of Su Qian's back from the phone, and the smoke slowly formed the shape of a small beast. I saw that this little beast was only about a foot long, with a single horn on its head, fierce eyes, sharp teeth and claws, and its whole body glowed with blood-red light, but it was in the shape of a kitten.

As soon as the kitten that flew out was condensed, it tried to fly in the air, but it didn't leave the phone at a distance of one meter, as if it had hit an invisible barrier, and it was bounced back to the phone, and its solid body was hit a little weak.

The blood-red kitten looked at the phone viciously, and did not make any more superfluous movements, but squatted on the mobile phone screen humanely, staring at Su Qian who was taking a bath, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, Su Qian, who came out of the shower, saw a one-horned red kitten squatting on top of the mobile phone, and the kitten's body was still in a state of flashing, like an illusory image.

"What the hell is this?The latest VR technology is still a virus?" Su Qian, who had just come out of the bath, looked at the kitten suddenly with a confused expression, and his brain had not reacted for a while, but his mouth had already habitually begun to complain.

"Uncle Ben is a year beast, how can a low-level creature like a ghost be compared to me?" As the kitten spoke, he completely detached himself from his mobile phone and stood in the void, his illusory body becoming real.

"Cats"

"Don't sleep, boy! I am the agent of your Sixth Holy War, and you are one of the thirty or sixty-one monks who have been chosen. Saying that, the kitten, who called himself a year beast, pressed his paw on Su Qian's face.

"Whew!"

Su Qian jumped up after being stabbed by his claws, looking at the fierce beast in his eyes, Su Qian didn't make any more superfluous movements, his brain that had just woken up had not fully woken up, and when he saw the red kitten that suddenly appeared, he was still in a semi-crashed state for a while, and vaguely felt as if he was still in a dream.

"What's the situation, am I dreaming? The pet pig is getting bigger! The kitten on the phone can talk!I must be dreaming!" Su Qian said to himself, pinching his thigh, wanting to wake up from the nightmare in the morning.

"Whew!"

Su Qian howled again, it hurt a little to be pinched by himself, and there were red handprints left on the root of his thighs, and the young beast looked at the young man in front of him, feeling that he had become an agent of a man with this kind of intelligence, and the future was really inevitably bleak in his cultivation.

……

"So the world is about to be destroyed!And I am one of the saviors who can save the world?" After half an hour of communication between the Nian Beast and Su Qian, Su Qian still didn't understand the situation, who made Su Qian usually a customer, a company, a home, and a three-point one-line sales, if he changed to a great god who had read all over the world, he would already be doing the initial novice task, but Su Qian hadn't understood the description of the Nian Beast yet.

The Holy War is the beginning of the division of heaven and earth, and all things in the world are divided into two factions according to their different natures. Since then, the two factions have been fighting constantly, heaven and earth have changed color, and they have formulated the laws of heaven and earth at will. There are dozens of changes between the sun and the moon in a day, and there can be forty-six seasons in a year, and people can dominate all things for a time, or they can turn into ants and not survive in an instant.

Water can go from high to low, low to high, or it may not flow. The world is in turmoil, and the creator god Pangu has no choice but to make a covenant of holy war. The right to speak or the formulation of rules in the world is determined by the results of the holy war between the two sides, and the winner is determined by yin and yang, holding the way of God, everything follows its words, and the great war will be reopened every thousand years. ”

The Nian Beast tried to explain the history of the Holy War to Su Qian for the forty-sixth time, but seeing that Su Qian still had a blank expression on his face, and the remnants of the toothpaste hanging from the corner of his mouth had not been washed off, the Nian Beast didn't know if the goods in front of him were deliberately trying to find fault with himself.

"Let me understand it simply, so I can understand the mobile phone as a sky-falling system, you are my novice tutorial, and then there are a total of three hundred and sixty-one players on the earth participating in the game, and everyone is divided into two factions to fight each other, do you mean that?" Su Qian said while shaving his beard in the mirror.

"Year~ Except for the part of the tutorial that I am a novice, you have basically understood everything. ”

"And one last question, can this game be charged?" "It becomes a dialogue at this time~ If you owe me, you will make it back~ If you steal mine, hand it over to me~ You and I are in love like a fist~ It's a guess every time...... Alas~hee~hee!"

In the bathroom, Su Qian let the shower pour water, humming outdated pop songs, slowly sipping shower gel, watching the mist stirred up by the hot water, and printing the glass compartment with mist.

Some people say that the three most relaxing moments after a man gets married: when he sits on the toilet in the toilet, when he gets home and has not gotten off in the parking lot, and when he has no shower gel and no flush.

At this time, Su Qian is immersed in this moment of relaxation, whenever he especially likes to hum at this time, what he likes to hum is Da Zhang Wei's song of scrubbing, the genius boy who once suspected that people's lives were covered up has become a 'music thief' who hums saliva songs, maybe the once dissolute teenager will eventually compromise in order to survive, there are no dreams and distances on the road to growth, and all that remains is wine and the reluctance in front of him.

Opening his eyes slightly, he fumbled to put the shower gel back on the stand, and vaguely Su Qian seemed to see that outside the glass compartment, there seemed to be a red shadow flashing.

"Who?!" Su Qian shouted suspiciously.

There was no response, Su Qian turned off the shower on the side, there was no water flow and the non-stop sound of the ceramic floor, and there was silence in the bathroom, so quiet that Su Qian could even hear the "creaking" sound of Timo in the hall.

After observing and finding that there was no one around, Su Qian rubbed his eyes, so as not to let the foam slip in along his face, Su Qian opened the glass door suspiciously, glanced outside, found that there was nothing unusual, and then slowly closed it.

"The hangover reaction is indeed a bit serious, so I will go to my aunt's house and ask him to make me some ginger tea to make up for it. Su Qian said to himself.

Just as Su Qian turned around and turned on the shower again and began to rinse the foam on his body, several red smoke flew out of Su Qian's back from the phone, and the smoke slowly formed the shape of a small beast. I saw that this little beast was only about a foot long, with a single horn on its head, fierce eyes, sharp teeth and claws, and its whole body glowed with blood-red light, but it was in the shape of a kitten.

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