It suddenly changed shape!

In the original story, Shang Yanting held the magical beast in mid-air, his face turning from red to black, "...Xi Tong".

"Director, you're amazing. I've only ever heard of princesses kissing toads and turning them into princes, but you managed to turn me from a human into a bear."

The raccoon kicks its legs in the air, making the bear uncomfortable as its feet leave the ground.

Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, fell silent.

Did he know that Jia Xitong was this magical beast? He had used a secret method to look into her memories before, so of course he knew. However, the difference between humans and magical beasts was vast, and he deliberately avoided thinking about it, to the point that he was almost ignoring the matter.

But now...

Even if he wanted to ignore it, he couldn't escape the fact right in front of him—the person he found agreeable and the monster he hated the most were actually the same one!

"Director, you've been looking at me with such affection for a long time now."

"Isn't this bear so cute that you love it?"

"Would you like me to give you a loving kiss?"

The little raccoon pouted its lips and closed its eyes, looking like it couldn't wait to throw itself into Shang Yanting's arms.

The original author, Shang Yanting, is really...

He looked disgusted.

I like it, but I also dislike it.

Two complex emotions intertwined in his heart.

In the original story, this bear was partly the reason why Shang Yanting broke through the void to come here. In his original world, he was annoyed every day by seeing this bear posing in front of the mirror.

His original purpose in coming into this world was:

1. Kill yourself in this world, destroy the world;

2. Punish the traitor who betrayed him;

3. Find the monster that pollutes his eyes every day and crush its head with one hand.

But can you still bring yourself to do it now?

The original plan was changed, but the latter two plans were altered.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the raccoon in front of him, wanting to kill it on one hand, but unable to bring himself to do it because it was small and delicate. The raccoon had no idea how complicated Shang Yanting's feelings were at that moment, and it hopped back and forth on the brink of death without any mercy.

For example, neon lights with outstretched wings at night.

In the original story, Shang Yanting was covered with a blanket, but the slightly bulging part of his belly shimmered with dazzling colorful light, as if he were carrying a neon light.

With a stern face, he pulled the raccoon from under the covers. "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

The dim-witted raccoon took his concern seriously, thinking, "Wings flashing don't require spiritual power."

In the original story, Shang Yanting's face darkened. "If your wings flash again, I'll slap you to death."

The night was peaceful, but trouble arose again during the day. The raccoon, its long fur trailing behind it, jumped into his arms, a wooden comb it had taken from the dressing table still in its mouth.

Having read Jia Xitong's memories, Shang Yanting naturally knew what this meant—to comb her hair.

But how could he possibly make such a thing?

The noble dragon, even his own hair was simply tied up in a crown. He completely ignored the raccoon's behavior, got up, and pushed open the door to leave.

The raccoon didn't understand his meaning and continued to carry the wooden comb.

As Shang Yanting opened the door in the original story, it fluttered its wings behind him and said, "Director, comb your hair."

As he was cleaning himself, someone whispered in his ear, "Director, comb your hair."

Just as he was meditating and about to enter a state of deep concentration, someone said, "Director, comb your hair..."

The sound was constant, and in the original story, Shang Yanting almost suffered a qi deviation, almost going into demonic possession. No, he was already a demon god.

In the original story, Shang Yanting opened his eyes and looked at the raccoon in front of him that was like a leech. This bear was so annoying that it was almost extinguishing any remaining goodwill he had for Jia Xitong. He really wanted to grab it by its hind legs and throw it out of the Demon Palace.

But that won't work.

In the original story, Shang Yanting's goal of killing the Shang Yanting of this world and destroying the entire Aotian Continent never changed. Even if he didn't like the raccoon, he would still keep the magical beast.

He took the comb and, recalling the raccoon's hairstyle he had seen, braided it.

No, I can't do it, I'll mess it up.

He hadn't expected that the imposter's seemingly simple technique would be more difficult than wielding a sword. The braid he managed to tie after half an hour of studying it wasn't as good-looking as Xitong's original disheveled hair.

"hiss!"

The raccoon, who had been admiring itself in the mirror, gasped in shock upon seeing its reflection.

Unsure, let me take another look.

"The director's skills have become much less refined. Even a hairstyle that looks better than this would be better if I were struck by lightning."

At least if she splits it open, she can still disguise herself as a teddy bear.

Upon hearing this comment, Shang Yanting's face darkened. As a favored son of heaven, he felt insulted. "That's because you kept fidgeting. Sit down and I'll comb your hair again."

He's got his hands on the thin bucket.

It took another two hours to successfully give the raccoon a new haircut.

Even the most exquisite ice silkworm silk, impervious to blades and spears, was no match for the Demon God Tony. His hair-tying skills were poor, but his swordsmanship was superb. Tying hair took two hours, while cutting it only took fifteen minutes. The raccoon's flowing, mop-like fur was trimmed by Shang Yanting, eventually becoming square.

She turned completely square!

It's unclear what technique Shang Yanting used in the original story, but the raccoon's fur in the mirror seemed to be statically charged, popping out in all directions. Her body was shaped into a cuboid, as was her head. There was a smaller cuboid in front of the larger one, and even her tail was a cuboid!

"Aaaaaaah!"

A bear made a groundhog's call again.

"I'm so ugly, I'm panicking!"

The little bucket let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain on the table. Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, watched her suffer and felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.

When it's unhappy, even its appearance becomes pleasing to the eye.

ugly!

It's so ugly!

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Xitong grew increasingly desperate and resentful. "Ugh! I'm so ugly I want to die!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed her head against the mirror in front of her.

This is for real!

In the original story, Shang Yanting reached out to block her head, and was even poked in the palm by the dragon horn on her head.

"Director, don't stop me! You're such a weirdo with such bizarre tastes!" Tears welled up in the narrow barrel's eyes as it spread its wings. In an instant, three connected cuboids soared into the sky.

Shang Yanting was stunned for a moment, then realized that she wanted to run away?

No, she wants to die!

The raccoon flew straight out of the window and onto the tallest building. Then it folded its wings, leaped down, and plummeted like three cuboids with broken wings.

In the original story, Shang Yanting reached out and caught her. Seeing her repeated attempts to kill herself, he finally softened. "Alright. If you don't like this shape, I can change it to a circle."

He actually thought the square shape was cuter than before.

Unfortunately, the reaction in the small barrel was too strong.

No matter how ugly this is, can it be uglier than a multi-legged puppet made by someone else?