"Oh my God," Olola covered her mouth in surprise: "He, he will laugh..." She pulled La Qing Changye: "Have you named him? Have you ever done a grade appraisal?"

"The answer is no." Qing Changye gently pulled her hand down, and he walked towards the phantom beast on the bed. Judging from the age of humans, the other party was about 14 years old: "Hello, little guy."

A string of pitiful numbers hovered beside the summoned beast, and the lifespan of this phantom beast was only less than ten minutes. Qing Changye held his hand and passed a lot of time between the ten fingers they held. He could not only obtain time from others, but also pass on his own time to others. He gave the phantom beast ten thousand years. This summoned beast came because of him, and Qing Changye naturally regarded the other party as his own thing. Although he was used to scumbags, he had a desire to possess and protect the existence he had placed into the territory.

"Do you mind if I find someone to do a grade appraisal for him?"

Olola's voice entered appropriately, and the lady's eyes kept spinning on the Phantom Beast, and finally fell on the hand that the Phantom Beast and Qing Changye were holding each other. She looked a little unhappy, and Qing Changye nodded casually. He had no intention of letting go of the Phantom Beast.

The expert who was doing the appraisal rushed to Aolora's villa in a short while. The man was also incredible about the appearance of the phantom beast. After repeatedly confirming that it was the phantom beast, the expert prompted his assistant to assemble the instrument for measurement. The huge and precise instrument made the phantom beast look particularly small. When he saw the phantom beast obediently walk into the measuring instrument center, the expert turned his head and talked to Qing Changye, his eyes full of pure love and admiration.

"The first time I saw a human-shaped phantom beast. He is very brave. Usually, newborn phantom beasts will be afraid of the measuring instrument." The phantom beast standing in the instrument opened its wings. He was tentatively touching the inner wall of the measuring instrument with his wings. There was only curiosity in his caramel-colored eyes. The expert looked at the pair of huge black wings similar to miracles and couldn't help but add: "I'm seven-point sure that this special appearance can only appear on the S-level phantom beast."

Qing Changye responded politely, and the assistant activated the instrument switch. Half a minute later, the swearing expert looked at the big "b" on the display screen and grabbed his hair awkwardly: "B and other phantom beasts are rare. You should know that there are very few phantom beasts that can come to the world alive now," the expert clicked the screen: "He is very healthy, with good data, three-star speed, two-star attacks, and three-star defense... His brain activity has reached 20%, which is basically the same as an adult... Have you named him, sir?"

"not yet."

"Oh," the expert smiled from his lips. He looked at the phantom beast standing in the measuring instrument. The other party was looking at the fair and delicate young man beside him without blinking. His dark wings could still cover the sky and the sun: "What a young man with extraordinary demeanor! You can give a good name."

The advice of "Give a good name" has been wandering in my mind. Qing Changye has always been very responsible for his own things. He looked at the little fantasy beast on the bed, and the latter smiled at him. The fantasy beast stretched out his hand as if curious. Qing Changye thought hard and asked.

"Since you came out of quail eggs, you're called quail?"

"The naming level..." A's mutter came from the communicator. Alola left shortly after the grade appraisal, and only Qing Changye and the newly born little fantasy beast were left. Qing Changye used the communicator at Alola's home to contact A. A would destroy all call records. He didn't have to worry about showing his flaws: "You are simply insulting the first human-shaped fantasy beast in the record. Although his grade appraisal is b."

a was always accompanied by Natasha's scream of "The Phantom Beast is so cute! I want to rub it!" A saw Qing Changye not talking, but his eyes drooped. A, who was familiar with Qing Changye, naturally knew that this was one of the few frustrations of the other party.

"Hey, son," a took apart the red wax candy and he held one in his mouth: "Did you know? According to a comic on the ancient blue star, people call S-level fantasy beasts 'superhero', which sounds cool?"

"Why do you say that?"

Qing Changye finally held the hand of the little fantasy beast hanging in the air. He was too persistent. Even if Qing Changye ignored him, he kept hanging his hand in the air. He felt that this little ghost seemed to like physical contact. Sure enough, the little fantasy beast showed an angel smile like honey after holding his hand. Now the fantasy beast began to try to drill into his arms.

"Because they are our hope. The Zerg invades the universe, and the king has powerful superpowers, only a few people. The Zerg's average combat power is far higher than that of us, especially the high-level insects in the Zerg. It is difficult for anyone to be their opponent when they enter the inner galaxy. An S-level fantasy beast can withstand a regular national army, and even if it encounters a high-level Zerg, it can also escape unscathed. Therefore, the Federation now attaches great importance to the cultivation of phantom beasts. If a private possesses an S-level fantasy beast, it must go to the local government to register."

"So you are the superhero who saves the world. What should you call you?" Qing Changye met the caramel-colored eyes: "Who is Peter Parker Bruce Wayne? Avengers...or is Black Widow."

a looked at the scene at the other end of the projection and was reluctant to say anything. Every time he mentioned ancient blue star, Qing Changye would inadvertently reveal a soft side. He and Natasha knew the origin of Qing Changye. Thinking of the reason why the other party was crazy about collecting time, a bit the red wax sugar alveol and used some force: "The name of Spider-Man sounds good."

"Think about it again." Qing Changye raised the chin of the little fantasy beast. He liked the little ghost's eyes very much, warm and bright, as if it contained the entire sky: "My name is Qing Changye, can you say it once?"

"Seven...seven...long...yeah..."

"Well, it's almost right."

Qing Changye rubbed his little head. The phantom beast really liked physical contact. When he touched his head, he narrowed his eyes happily, like a cat and a dog caressed by his master. Natasha asked Qing Changye on the other end of the communication to ask for the specific location. He could probably guess what she wanted to do. After a few seconds, a crack was cut from them. Natasha's hand reached out from it and pinched the phantom beast's face. The soft and smooth touch made her love, especially through projection, she clearly saw the innocent caramel-colored eyes of the phantom beast after being pinched.

"Wow! Little Angel~" Natasha whimpered and touched: "I want to raise him too, so I will sleep with him at night..."

After Natasha had almost the same game, Qing Changye suddenly said, "Bite her."

The Phantom Beast blinked after understanding Qing Changye's words. His eyelashes were very long. The warm caramel color seemed to have Zeng Jinpian powder in the sun. His facial features were as good as an exquisite doll made by an old craftsman. Qing Changye whispered in the Phantom Beast's ear: "If someone wants to touch you, you will bite him. Do you remember? You are mine."

Natasha couldn't stand it and compared her middle finger to him: "Concentrate and restrain the desire to possess the same."

"If you want to hug, I will give it to you," he gently wrapped the waist of the fantasy beast. Qing Changye had been deliberately or unintentionally refusing to have more contact with the fantasy beast. At this time, hugging the fantasy beast will undoubtedly bring greater satisfaction to the other party. This is a simple skill to get along with: "I will teach you how to talk. You came here because of me, so all your **s should come from me."

The phantom beast looked at him in a comprehension, but was obviously very happy with Qing Changye's touch and kept urging into his arms. a suddenly said: "Son, your son likes to hug him so much, may suffer from skin thirst. I suggest you check it out."

"Okay, mom."

Qing Changye looked at Natasha, who lifted his hair and threw a kiss to him with a charming kiss. He knew she would not mind what had happened just now. Qing Changye lowered his head and kissed Natasha's back of his hand. The woman smiled and took her hand back into the crack.

Olola's family did not have the little boy's clothes, and Qing Changye put his T-shirt on Fantasy Beast. The T-shirt was a bit big for the other party, and there was no place for the wings to spread. Qing Changye wanted to use a knife to cut out two holes in the clothes, but the tip of the Fantasy Beast's wings directly cut the material and stretched out from behind. The black wings were as sharp as a sharp weapon, and there was a faint flash of cold light on it. Seeing Qing Changye looking at his wings, the Fantasy Beast shook his wings and carefully brought one wing to Qing Changye's hand.

He stroked the phantom beast's expectant gaze, not knowing what the other party had done. The sharp feathers that had just now became softer again, and Qing Changye gently curled his lips.

“Very awesome.”

The vast sea of ​​clouds flowed outside the window, and a full moon accompanied the silver stars. It was late at night. When the young man with black hair and black eyes was sleeping in a daze, the movements on his body made his eyelashes tremble. What was biting his chest? Qingchangye opened his eyes.

The moonlight like flowing water tilted from the windowsill, and the young man's fair body bloomed with beautiful peach blossoms. The little ghost on his body saw him wake up and look at Qingchangye innocently. The tone of the fantasy beast was uniquely hoarse and husky, which had never been spoken, but was extremely clear every word. If the other party had not bitten the moist and tender peach blossom hard, it would indeed look like an angel in a church choir.

"I'm hungry, I'm alright."

Qing Changye looked at him for a moment and rubbed the head of the summoned beast.

It seems like I'm... hard.
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