msmithbooks Chapter 15 This book is requisitioned!
Chapter 15 This book is requisitioned!
At this time, the Black Dragon King who was coiled on a pillar in the Dragon Palace suddenly sneezed.
It suddenly occurred to him that he had performed his irritable emotions so well that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Qi Zai about one thing.
Before signing the contract, Eudemons can absorb the overflowing spiritual power of humans through contact.
However, the contact method of obtaining mental power is the slowest and most restricted, and it varies from person to animal, and the trigger points are different.
After signing the contract, Eudemons can absorb spiritual power through the contract.
The contractual acquisition method is more convenient and quicker, no need to touch, and you can take it whenever you need it.
This kind of common sense that all the local Eudemons know.
However, what came out of their dragon lair were all poor little animals that fell from the cracks in time and space.
These common senses are completely unclear, and everyone needs to be told by him when they leave the dragon's lair.
The Black Dragon King unconsciously pawed at the dragon's claws twice.
Speaking of it, this is the difference between dining ritual and convenience.
Even if not, it shouldn't have much impact.
Maybe you can also cultivate a deeper relationship with humans.
The Black Dragon King even suddenly felt that he hadn't thought of this level before, and he gave every dragon cub a thousand and one instructions.
Life is wasted, this is an excellent way to get in touch with human beings.
The Black Dragon King shook his head, buried his head with peace of mind, and continued to refresh his brain.
Recently, the game released by that company is not bad. Today's public beta, he is going to play all night!
At this time, in the Linfeng No. [-] starship, Major General Jian's independent cabin.
Yan Chuan has been rubbing against this human's head for quite a while.
However, the humans in the so-called upgraded mechs on the bed were still standing there coldly.
Yan Gungun was hungry and anxious.
Stretch out your palms and paw at the cold face of human beings on this side, and paw at the cold face on the other side.
After several times of tossing, the person still did not wake up.
Yan Gungun also lost his temper.
He twisted his round body, and simply climbed onto the human's chest whose clothes had been torn off by him.
Tuanhao sat on it, lowered his head and approached the human's ear, and there was a burst of high-pitched... hmm chirping.
Upgrading the mecha every day while sleeping is a habit that Jian Fengming has had a long time ago.
So, after touching the round white-haired back of the little phantom beast in the bamboo basket countless times, he lay flat on the bed, sank into his mind, and routinely inspected and upgraded various parts of the mecha.
However, today, while no exception, has a different feel than before.
When he was concentrating on correcting a few data of the mech, the sound of humming and chirping came through, high-pitched and anxious, very familiar.
Jian Fengming let go of the mecha and retracted his mind. Before he opened his eyes, he felt a round ball of fluff pressing on his Guangguo's shoulders and chest. At the same time, there was a furry feeling approaching his. Ears, sweeping back and forth at the position of his temples.
Jian Fengming opened his eyes and raised his hand, and his palm fell on the fluffy and round back of the little phantom beast.
"Qi cub."
Yan Gungun was extremely excited when he heard the human's response. He immediately straightened up, looked down at the human who finally opened his eyes, and responded arrogantly, "En!"
It's Yan Chuan!
This sound pierced through consciousness and was extremely clear.
Jian Fengming supported the back of the little phantom beast and sat up almost instantly.
His family's little Eudemons actually took the initiative to establish a consciousness connection with him!
Yan Gungun, who was sitting on the human's chest, suddenly tilted and lay on his back following this movement, and rolled onto the two palms of the human being, revealing a white-haired, fluffy belly, and a thick, short white tail.
for any animal.
This posture of facing up to expose the soft belly is very insecure.
Yan Gungun raised his hand and tried to turn around.
But the human palm not only supported his figure, but also stuck the underside of his forearm with the jaws of a tiger.
As a result, Yan Gungun twisted several times, but failed to turn over smoothly!
Yan Chuan raised his paw angrily, raised his head, and opened his mouth, "En!"
Let go, humans!
Under the dim light of the night light, Jian Fengming looked at the little phantom beast that raised its palm in protest, and the corner of its mouth slightly twitched.
"Yan Chuan?"
With a deep voice, the tail rises slightly, with imperceptible joy.
Yan Chuan's movement of twisting and twisting his palms and trying to turn over suddenly stopped. He opened his small black eyes in the big dark circles, looked at the human being in shock, and opened his mouth slightly to make a doubtful voice, "Huh?"
Human, what did you just say?
It's too windy, I can't hear you.
Jian Fengming picked up the plush in his hand, adjusted him to a more comfortable position, and then called out again in a deep and pleasant voice, "Yan Chuan."
Yan Chuan, who was sure he had heard his name, tilted his head, looked at the human's calm expression as if he understood a beast's speech, and then looked at the two ghost dragons who were shaking their heads and pretending to be profound.
After Yan Chuan turned his head back, he continued to twist his body.
Forget it, it doesn't matter!
Now the primary purpose is this human palm.
He desperately needs that hand, to touch the little dragon's horn on his head!
Yan Chuan looked down at the palm of the human being holding him while twisting his head.
That is a palm that can be compared with bamboo shoots.
It is even more fragrant than the big corn buns made by the nannies of the XX base!
Jian Fengming saw the little phantom beast's head hanging lower and lower, so low that its figure almost turned into a ball again, and its round face couldn't look directly at him. On the thick and soft chin of the little beast, he scratched that chin by the way.
Yan Gungun stood up following Jian Fengming's palm very naturally, looked down at the human's wrist, and raised two palms.
Jian Fengming was about to exchange a few more words with the little phantom beast, when he saw the palm raised by the little phantom beast land on his wrist, helping the round head to escape from the support of his palm, and turned back against it. On his palm, rubbing obsessively.
Jian Fengming: ...
Feel like a tool guy.
When the comfortable spiritual power was instilled, the longing was satisfied, Yan Chuan's eyes were blurred, and he comfortably raised the jiojio, and grabbed the human's wrist together.
Ao Yi and Ao Er who were watching the scene: ...
Although the body is not long enough, it knows how to use four claws to get together!
The movements of this chubby little phantom beast belong to the dragon clan.
However, such a convenient thing as a contract can obviously fill your stomach in minutes, so why bother to wake people up and rub their hands?This is definitely the strangest dragon phantom beast they have ever seen.
Hmm... but yes, if given another chance.
Maybe they would rather eat with their human beings with such a sense of ritual when they are not so big.
The two ghost dragons waved their tails and left quietly.
Both Jingze and Luo Anteng have been turned into mechas for hundreds of years, and it is very sad to recall them.
Jian Fengming looked down at the little phantom beast who was obsessively grabbing his arm and rubbing his palm: ...
In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a tool person.
Jian Fengming bent his long, straight and strong legs, stabilized Yan Chuan's swaying figure, and adjusted the little Eudemons to a more convenient palm rubbing posture.
At this time, the unusual touch made Jian Fengming's eyes pause, and he pulled away from the little phantom beast, and landed on his waist and thighs.
Not only was the quilt covering his body gone, but even his neatly dressed clothes were hanging in tatters.
No matter how you look at those torn scratches, they match the sharp claws on the little phantom beast's palm.
Jian Fengming turned his head and took another look at the bamboo basket where the little Eudemons slept.
Although the bamboo basket was still intact, it was completely overturned.
Jian Fengming: ...
Just sharing the same room may not be enough, he will probably need to share the same bed with the little Eudemons in the future.
Yan Gungun quickly absorbed Jian Fengming's overflowing spiritual power.
He let go of the palm he was holding, opened his blurred eyes, and looked at the human being facing him as if wandering.
After Jian Fengming patted him on the back reassuringly, he turned his palm in the same direction, supported the little phantom beast's round and fluffy waist, picked it up with one hand, and got off the bed.
He picked up the quilt that had been torn off the ground and threw it into the disinfection box, and straightened the upturned bamboo basket.
Then, he pulled out a new quilt and returned to the bed.
But this time, the bamboo basket that Yan Gungun slept in was not placed beside the bed, but moved to the bed, next to Jian Fengming's pillow.
After Jian Fengming tidied up, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of the little phantom again, and put the confused little phantom back into the bamboo basket.
This time, however, it didn't go as smoothly as last time.
Jian Fengming's hand, which was about to withdraw, was hugged again by the thick palm of the little phantom beast.
Yan Gungun turned around in the not-so-capable space of the bamboo basket, and simply put his body on the human's arm.
Jian Fengming twitched his palm slightly.
The place that was pressed happened to be the belly of the little phantom beast's white fur, which was very soft to the touch.
Feeling the human's movement, Yan Gungun, who was half blocked by the bamboo basket, tried his best to hold down the human's hand in a round posture, poked his probe out, looked at the human's face with a firm gaze, and yelled arrogantly and seriously One sound, "Yeah!"
Human, your palm.
This roll is requisitioned!