From a group of hybrids who contracted messy demons to kill seven in and seven out, to calling Xuefeng to launch a torpedo to wash the ground when he met a demon who couldn't be defeated, Bu Shun's speedrun plan was successfully achieved.

What is the Basketball Demon, the Chicken Demon, the Golden Arches Demon......

Even Bu Shun, the creator of the dungeon, had to marvel at his imagination, after all, he couldn't imagine the use of these demonic contracts.

Did you make your debut as an idol trainee endorsing Crazy Thursday?

The difficulty of this quest is completely different from the quest of Burning the Sky of Kings.

Demons possess extraordinary powers according to their "name", which is the fundamental rule under the element of [Gods and Demons], and the fundamental rule of the dragon world is bloodline, that is, "power" and "power" itself.

The two do not conflict, but complement each other.

In this hybrid copy created by the system, Bu Shun not only killed indiscriminately, but also opened up his brain, and silently recorded these inspirations into his own small notebook.

- Pick up the material.

These rare experiences will surely be used for the next time!

"If nothing else, Lady Yukikaze will go back to sleep......" the white-haired cat-eared girl sat beside him, drooping her eyelids sleepily and yawning, "It's finally over before five o'clock...... Really, if the Commander had summoned Snowwind-sama earlier, I would have blown all those guys away in one go! You don't have to fight until now......"

"If I always rely on the snow wind, I can't get stronger."

In the beverage shop where the two of them were, Bu Shun was drinking milk tea with excessive sweetness, and at the same time gently patted the back of the cat-eared girl who was already leaning on him, "Anyway, thank you for your hard work, Xuefeng, it's hard for you to stay with me so late." ”

"Hmph...... I can't help it if it's a commander...... But then you're going to take me to the amusement park! ”

Xue Feng snorted cutely twice with her eyes closed, but with a soft smile on her face, it was obvious that she didn't really hate being with Bu Shun, and she was even happier with him relying on herself.

Feeling the body temperature of the cat-eared girl who was clinging to him, Bu Shun felt a little guilty about squeezing the young girl at night, so he made an appointment to take her to the amusement park for half a day this Saturday.

After getting his agreement, the satisfied Yukikaze grabbed his arm tightly and fell asleep peacefully.

Listening to her soft breathing, Bu Shun, who was holding a cup of milk tea in his right hand, was a little numb, and he suddenly remembered that he, the commander, couldn't blend into the back house......

Can't you ask Liv to come out and pick up the child and go back to the room to sleep, Bu Shun sighed, just sat down here, opened the e-book and started learning today.

Anyway, the ship's body is only nominally the same as that of "ordinary people", and it will not catch a cold or fall on a pillow if you sleep in such an abnormal position...... And as a commander, how could he escape from the battle!

"But if you really want to talk about it, it's better to carry Yukikaze to Charley's office, where I have my own bed."

While reading, Bu Shun whispered to himself, with a faint smile on his face.

Oh, so it's because I just want the snow wind to lean on me for a little longer.

- Worthy of me!

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……

Lu Mingfei struggled to open his eyes from the bed and saw the familiar ceiling.

The old ceiling of the small room left for him, the location of all the stains, he had counted more than once when he was bored, and he remembered it very clearly.

But at the moment when he had just woken up from that long nightmare, even the faded ceiling gave him a feeling of being in a different world.

Inexplicable feelings of alienation, happiness, complexity, longing...... Even Lu Mingfei himself couldn't figure out all kinds of feelings entangled, like being caught by a cat with hairballs filling his dry heart.

Only then did he suddenly realize that his heart, which was as pale as a crumpled piece of toilet paper in the past, had now been dyed with a different color by the crazy fight in the nightmare......

He didn't know if it was a good thing for him.

How long will this nightmare last? What kind of time will it spend with you? Does the "teacher" I know in my dream really exist?

Lying down in the bed full of the smell of male high school students, Lu Mingfei held his palms weakly, as if he wanted to hold something.

But in the end, he only grabbed the mattress that still carried his own body temperature. And the black chainsaw or black cube that he killed in his dreams was indeed like a dream, only existing in his dreams, and disappeared in an instant when he woke up.

There was a feeling of loss, and Lu Mingfei thought that it would be good if he could continue to dream for a while.

Compared to this bland and boring reality, it is really more interesting in that nightmare. Here he is just a little minion who can be called and drunk, a dead child that no one cares about, but in that dream he is in and out of the zombie pile with a roaring chainsaw in his hand, but it is different from sitting in front of the computer and controlling the character on the screen......

It was the most hateful "reality" of the nightmare that made him feel intoxicated.

It's like a child who eats candy for the first time in his life, even if he knows that the sweet sugar coating hides the spicy taste of trickery, he can't help but keep the sugar in his mouth.

Because if someone else sees it, maybe even like this

The sugar will also be snatched away and yelled at to make him spit out...... Although probably no one cares about a person like him who doesn't have a sense of existence.

But he himself still couldn't help but think like that.

Wild cats next to the trash cans also hide their fish bones that they have managed to find.

"Don't sleep! Hurry up and have breakfast! ”

Auntie's loud voice poured into the room from outside the door like thunder, interrupting Lu Mingfei's wandering and divergent thoughts.

He scratched his messy hair, lifted the covers and sat up, glancing down at his empty right hand.

Even now, when he had woken up from that already somewhat hazy dream, he could still feel the feeling of the chainsaw trembling in his hands, and the vivid touch when he wielded the chainsaw to shred the zombie demon with the same appearance as Lu Mingze.

"What if...... It would be nice if the dream was real. He muttered to himself.

It's not because he hates Lu Mingze, but he wants to see the "teacher" who said he wanted to see his dreams again.

What is there to see in the dreams of a man like him? Even he didn't know what he wanted, and for more than a decade of his life, he had just gone with the flow.

It's plain, like a pot of water poured into the back kitchen, and even the age of the second middle school of the teenager has not been able to save him from this feeling of being covered with plastic wrap.

However, we will definitely be able to meet again.

Because Xixiao told him that he had signed a "contract" with him, and the contract was a sacred thing that even demons had to abide by.

The sensitive hedgehog should be wary of erecting his own spikes at anyone, but why does he have a crush on demon hunters? Lu Mingfei thought that maybe it was because he had experienced a kind of ...... in that person Something he should have had.

- It's called 'Respect'.

It was this respect that made him approve of the contract and the existence of this teacher.

So even if it's a nightmare that you can't escape, you will have to spend the rest of your life in the bloody battle in your dreams, and that's okay.

In reality, the big brother Bu Shun, who always takes good care of him, is right, he really wants to escape, and now he has to escape from this "home" that makes him useless, and escape into the nightmare that ordinary people will laugh when they hear it.

Because "being around those who recognize oneself is where one should be......

This is also what Bu Shun once said to him.

Unconsciously stretched his brows, and an ordinary teenager with an ordinary life, boring dreams, and nothing got out of bed.

On the side of the open window next to the bed, the white gauze curtains were blown by the breeze, and the soft sunlight shone into the dull and gloomy bedroom of the teenager.

He put on his slippers and walked out the door.