"This is a normal physiological phenomenon, but you've got some small things wrong. You should have this kind of reaction to girls, I'm a man."

"The information says that if conditions permit, the next step is to fuck the object that makes me react. Is it right?"

Qing Changye nodded. Seeing this, the boy smiled sly: "You said 'fuck' to me that day, but I'm not a girl."

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Embarrassing.

"Why?"

"You heard it wrong." Qing Changye tapped the keyboard twice, and he looked at the time, and his attitude naturally changed the topic: "We have half an hour left, we have to catch the flight. Can your wings be collected? It's too obvious."

The Phantom Beast's attention quickly shifted to collecting its wings. Qing Changye booked a starship ticket when the boy was tossing himself, and waited for the Phantom Beast to find a way to hide the huge wings Qing Changye happened to determine the destination. Among the places he recommended, he liked the "water capital" Wimbleton the most, which is a small town located on the federal extragalactic system. Because the waterways in the city are more than land and are like summer all year round, it is particularly suitable for flower planting, and it is known as a water flower market. But at the same time, Wimbleton is a homeless place with no charges, with high incidence of crimes, and drug hidden cases and various prohibited objects often flow into the federal galaxy. It is not that easy for Edwin to find him in such a place.

Qing Changye contacted A for the last time before boarding the Starship. He left himself 100,000 years, and all the rest of the time was deposited into a temporary account connected to the light brain. A would transfer these times within ten seconds and destroy the account. Although the current technology cannot find out how much time a person has, it is not difficult to take time from others. It is obviously unsafe to take so much time to Wimbledon. The Starship sailed smoothly in the universe, and the voyage took about one day and one night, because they bought the ticket in the last half hour and had to sit and spend the entire voyage. The Phantom Beast saw the girl next to him resting her head on the boy's leg and patted Qing Changye's leg.

"Need not."

The young man with black hair smiled and refused his kindness. Qing Changye supported his head and looked at the colorful nebula outside the window. His wrists and neck were white, like jade, and they were very beautiful with black hair and eyes. The phantom beast looked at him for a while, and suddenly fell asleep on Qing Changye's legs. The latter was stunned and couldn't help but pat his head: "Little girl."

The boy did not object to the name of little girl. After a while, he suddenly said, "Can we keep doing this? I'm sleeping on your thighs and you call me a little girl like this?"

"have no idea."

"Hmm? What did you say? I didn't hear it very clearly," the boy smiled evilly: "You said 'can', right? Long Night?"

They arrived in Wimbledon in the evening. The water in the setting sun was covered with a layer of delicate gold. The water was shimmering, and flowers on both sides of the road grew with the water. Anyone would like such a poetic place. After a brief comparison, Qing Changye rented a villa in the city. The fantasy beast was sent out to buy goods. He got 100 years from Qing Changye for shopping. According to the youth, there was a large supermarket nearby. You could buy most of the things you could go there. It took a lot of time to find the right place and find all the items. When he finally left the supermarket with his shopping bag, the two young people who were speeding away from him subconsciously turned back and looked behind him. A weak little girl was staring at the two young people. Her only shopping bag was scattered on the ground, and her small hand was holding the chain of her bag. It was obvious that she was snatched.

"Hello, please wait for me here for a minute," Fantasy Beast calculated the time and put the shopping bag in her hand in the girl's hand: "Here you see the things, I'll be back soon, can you?"

The girl looked at him and then responded softly. The phantom beast's wings stopped abruptly after recalling Qing Changye's advice. He lowered his head and smiled, and leaped towards the ground with the force of his feet. The highly enhanced ** made him have movement and agility that humans could not reach. The girl who stayed in the place looked at the phantom beast's galloping away, and her childish face showed an expression of inconsistent with her age and was full of interest. In less than a minute, the phantom beast, which looked like a young man, appeared in front of the girl again. His movement was too fast, and the human eyes could hardly see clearly. When he took his bag from the other party, the girl spoke.

"Thank you, Mr. Fantasy Beast."

The boy was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I thought I was pretending to be a human."

"It's very similar, and most people can't see it," she checked the things in her bag and confirmed that there were quite a few. The little girl continued, "You must have just arrived in Wimbledon. I know all locals like you. My name is Carrie."

"Carry."

"If you didn't help you just now, I'll kill them," the little girl's big eyes flashed with a hint of malice, but it quickly dissipated into nothing. She took out a bottle of pink potion from her bag: "For you, young sir, thank you for helping me. The robbers should also thank you for your life-saving grace."

"You look much smaller than me." The Phantom Beast lifted her shopping bag, her slender arms were like plants with beautiful veins. Carrie was only as tall as his thighs. The way she spoke made the Phantom Beast a little strange, as if she was not a real little girl: "Sorry, I don't need perfume."

"This is not a perfume. It seems that you really don't know me." She smiled nervously: "This is aphrodisiac made of dragon's tears. It is different from the general medicine. It only works for people with special physiques. Do you also don't know about special physiques?...You are not just born, are you?"

Seeing the young-looking phantom beast frowned in embarrassment, Carrie opened her eyes wide in surprise and then laughed: "Your master is so heartless. She just throws a S-level phantom beast that has just been born on the street."

"I'm a B-level."

Carrie shook her head and did not argue with him. Seeing that the phantom beast did not accept her things, she simply pressed the spray head and sprayed the potion on his face: "If you can meet a special constitution tonight before the effect of the medicine dissipates, you will be grateful to me. When they are moved, they are beautiful scenery on earth. Especially those bones are all sexy, they can roam to the sky."

"Okay," the boy grabbed his hair and commented on the inexplicable spray: "Strawberry-flavored."

Because he met a mysterious little girl, the boy returned to the villa twenty minutes later than expected. He opened the door and walked around with his shopping bag but couldn't find Qing Changye's figure. The whole villa was stained with his breath. Just before he called Qing Changye's name, the small movement from the locked bedroom made him pause.

"Long Night?"

No one responded, and a depressing chant came from the room. The familiar voice was stained with ambiguous syllables that the boy had never heard of before. The boy frowned and broke the door lock with brute force. The good night vision allowed him to see all the pictures in the room without turning on the lights. The young man with black hair and black eyes shrank on the bed. He hugged a pillow, wrapping it tightly with his hands and feet. The young man stared at Qing Changye blankly, completely forgot to call his name. The young man was like a delicate flower, eating one by one, and a tempting sweet nectar flowed out of the stamens. After a while, Qing Changye slowly closed his eyes, and the dark eyelashes cast shadows on his fair cheeks, and fatigue spread in his eyebrows and eyes. He seemed to be unable to eat anything again, and finally fell softly on the bed with all his strength.

The dark-haired young man looked different from any time. Since the boy had memories, Qing Changye has always been calm, whether facing the aggressive Aurora or escaping all the way to Wimbledon. The scene in front of him was like opening Pandora's box for the boy. He had never seen Qing Changye like this. The latter looked fragile, innocent, embarrassed and full of sinful temptation. The boy looked at his little brother with some distress, which was different from the promised reaction to the girl.

He decided to speak out: "Aye, are you okay?"

Qing Changye was slightly stunned, his smooth back trembled like an electric shock. He spoke with a faint crying sound. Such an elegant and handsome young man seduced people when he showed such a look.

"not good."

"Do you need my help?" Hearing him speak, Carrie's words flashed through her mind, and the boy couldn't help swallowing: "...it's okay."

"The feet hurt a little, please help me pinch them."

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Chapter completed!