Chapter 8 He is
After dinner and walking out of the mall, Zhuo Can discussed with Mian Li: Can you come down and walk by yourself?
When I went there, I was only carrying the child, so I could still bear it. But when I came back, I had to carry so many things and I felt a little overwhelmed.
Mian Li shook his head like a rattle: How can God walk by himself?
This is the truth, but a otaku who doesn’t exercise really can’t walk anymore.
Seeing that he seemed really tired, Mian Li put her small hand on his arm, and warm golden light flowed along his muscles and meridians, as if injecting a dose of medicine. Suddenly, his waist and legs were no longer sore, and he could climb another six floors.
The kind god offered buy one get one free, and sent out a few strands of golden light to wander to the shopping bag, circling around it and sticking to the bottom. The bag immediately became much lighter, and the weight was almost imperceptible.
Zhuo Can's eyes widened: "Wow, there is such a thing? This is too easy to use, right?"
Mianli snorted, but couldn't help laughing.
The child may not have realized that he really liked seeing Zhuo Can's surprised and admiring expression after he displayed his divine power, and therefore wanted to show off in front of humans - and those were obviously common things for him.
I bought so much stuff, even if it wasn't heavy, it would be inconvenient to squeeze into the subway. Anyway, I've already spent so much money today, so a few dozen more dollars for a taxi is no problem.
Zhuo Can was waiting for a car on the roadside while holding Mianli, thinking that this kid was so arrogant at such a young age, what would he be like when he grows up?
"I noticed you have dimples."
"What are dimples?"
"That's right..." Zhuo Can remembered the lesson he had learned before and first submitted a report and asked, "Can I touch your noble little face?"
"Why?"
"Because I want to tell you what dimples are." He slowly found a pattern in stroking the fur. "Unfortunately, I don't have dimples, only you do. I'm so envious."
This trick really worked, Mian Li nodded: "Okay."
Zhuo Can stretched out his index finger and poked His cheek very lightly.
It is soft and smooth, more jelly than pudding, and like the finest mousse cake.
Is this the collagen of children? It is so enviable. Even a straight man like me can’t help but sigh.
"Kamisama, would you mind smiling for a moment?"
Mian Li unexpectedly cooperated out of courtesy.
She raised the corners of her mouth, revealing two dimples, full of childish and innocent sweetness.
Zhuo Can chuckled: "When she smiles, she's like a little angel."
Mian Li immediately frowned: "You're not smiling?"
Zhuo Can touched his forehead with his: "Little, evil, demon."
*
Mianli avoided the intimate gesture with disgust and did not punish him for crossing the line.
It wasn't an illusion, Zhuo Can thought, their relationship had indeed made rapid progress in just a few hours.
In the beginning, she refused to let me be touched, but now she can touch my forehead and pinch my face. It’s okay without the honorifics, and she even calls me “Cancan” by name - you know, even my parents haven’t called me that in a long time.
Children are really easy to trust people who buy candy.
Zhuo Can was glad that the person he met at the sleeping ceremony was him, not a bad guy;
But is He afraid of bad people?
Mianli is a god. If anyone dares to disrespect the god, he will probably be torn to pieces before he can even get close to him, right?
Zhuo Can thought of Wang Er who violated the rules again.
In addition to Wang Er, there are many, many others.
Coming from a survival game, he'd witnessed countless ways of dying in dungeons. One moment, teammates were arm in arm, vowing to clear a level together, only to plunge completely into the abyss of death the next. The sheer horror and bloodshed of the scene was vivid in his mind.
Now he is back home, back to the familiar and safe world, no longer afraid of being hunted by monsters with bloody mouths.
And they never had another chance.
When Zhuo Can thought of those levels and that fragmented and cruel world that was designed and controlled by Mian Li, he felt complicated.
Was all this really done by Mian Li?
Can a three-year-old child be so capable?
Or is there someone else behind this?
Punishing Wang Er is one thing. After all, Wang Er brought it upon himself. That man was after money and wanted to kill him. The diviner was just upholding justice.
Besides, although it is hard not to eat meat, it is not a big deal.
The others who were eliminated in the level were not so lucky.
Zhuo Can didn't want to believe that the little thing in his arms, who was warm and soft, and who would act coquettishly and call him "Cancan" sweetly, could take someone else's life without blinking an eye, or take pleasure in watching humans kill each other.
But if it wasn’t Mian Li, who could it be?
Zhuo Can sighed. Whether it was the operating structure of that world or Mian Li himself, there were too many secrets. He hadn't even seen the tip of the iceberg.
"Cancan..."
"Cancan?"
"servant!"
Something cold tapped his face, and Zhuo Can came to his senses, realizing that it was Mianli calling him.
As for the one that hit me in the face...
"Didn't I tell you that the tail can't be exposed outside?" He hurriedly stuffed the little tail back into the main god, looking around guiltily, afraid that he would be caught in the terrifying scene.
Mian Li didn't care about the tail: "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to..." He met His light brown eyes and stuttered. How could he really tell Him everything? He quickly made an excuse, "I want to go to the supermarket to buy you caramel cookies."
"Caramel cookies?"
"It's the name of 'crunchy and sweet'."
"Oh..." Mian Li lowered his head, pondered carefully, and read it again, "Jiao, peach, cake, dry."
"It's caramel, t-on-t-candy."
"Te-ao-tao."
"...Okay, let's just do the scorched peaches."
In any case, God was leaning obediently in his arms.
He is God's only support in this world, and he will still choose to protect Him.
*
In his left hand, he held a child of several years old, and in his right hand, he held at least six or seven shopping bags, each of which was stuffed full. The man carrying them was a skinny-looking otaku.
From the subway, to the shopping mall, to the supermarket, and finally back to the community, everyone who saw this scene looked at Zhuo Can with a mixture of surprise and admiration, as if his thin body of 120 or 130 pounds was carrying the unbearable weight of life.
Only the person involved knew that if the little god had not injected him with the Vajra buff and reduced his weight by dozens of kilograms, he would have collapsed from exhaustion on the side of the road.
After returning home, Zhuo Can specially cleared out a cabinet and stuffed all the children's clothes he had bought today into it. The snacks were spread all over the floor. Mian Li continued to watch "Little X Pei X" while Zhuo Can continued to clean the room and cook.
Having learned from the lesson of not hearing the call of the sleeping ceremony last time, Zhuo Can no longer played the background music too loudly, but also changed to softer music.
While he was mopping the floor, his brain didn't stop working: the clothes were bought and there was food to eat, so what next?
The little god wasn't a product of this world, so he certainly couldn't stay here forever. But he himself didn't have the ability to go back, and he, a mere mortal, had no way to do that either.
Are they just waiting for the people in white to open up the gap in space and bring back their Lord God?
Hiss, it sounds like aliens invading the earth.
If those divine messengers really followed the scent and came here, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Given his unlucky constitution, he would most likely be killed in the opening moments.
People who are unlucky all year round are prone to depression if they don't have the ability to cheer themselves up. So Zhuo Can, who is still mentally healthy at the moment, skillfully comforts himself, saying that tomorrow's worries will come tomorrow, and don't worry too much about things that haven't happened yet.
After all, there are more urgent things at hand: tomorrow is Sunday, the last day of rest, and the day after tomorrow, Monday, is the day to go back to work.
He goes to work, what should I do with Mian Li?
I would definitely not feel safe leaving him at home. Even if he wasn't a supernatural being, even if he was just an ordinary three-year-old child, I couldn't leave him alone at home.
Bringing him to the company would be even more outrageous. What if Mian Li loses his temper and reveals his true self? Wouldn’t that make him a hot topic and headline?
He couldn't afford to miss any more work. Finding another job after being fired wasn't easy these days. He could only find someone to temporarily manage his work while he figured out a better solution.
Who can be trusted?
To whom could he tell the secret of the sleeping ritual?
*
Zhuo Can put his worries aside for the time being, and after finishing his work, he came to call Mian Li for dinner.
The cartoon was still playing tirelessly, but the little one watching it had already fallen asleep and had no idea what day it was.
The snacks were placed in a circle, surrounding themselves in the middle, and the caramel cookie box was empty.
With his butt sticking out, his hands behind his back, and his face pressed against the carpet, his posture was twisted and weird.
He just lay there and slept soundly.
As expected of a child, he can sleep in any situation. Young office workers who suffer from insomnia and staying up late for years can't help but envy him.
The boy was mumbling in his sleep.
"Lili... Lili is the Lord God... a deity..."
Okay, okay, okay, little god.
Zhuo Can bent down and carefully picked up the child, his movements extremely gentle, for fear of waking him up.
Mianli twisted a little in his arms, seemed to feel safe in the embrace, and fell asleep again after smacking her lips.
Mian Li's face now was as pure and peaceful as an angel's. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, not realizing that his expression now looked like that of a silly father who had just become a father.
"Chan, Chanchan..."
Hey, did you dream about yourself?
The baby babbles in a baby voice. When awake, he is a jumping little sugar bean, but now he is just a soft marshmallow.
"Cancan, you big idiot."
Zhuo Can, who was just deeply moved, said: "..."
Angels and the like are all illusions, the devil is indeed the real thing!
The author has something to say:
The little fairy with an angel face and a devil heart (sure
I'd like to recommend my friend Bei Qiyi's cute article: "The Little Robot on the Run [Apocalypse]"
Copywriter:
Nan'an is a little robot with no ambitions.
An accident gave him independent consciousness and he escaped from the Kepler 186F base, but accidentally fell into the human society of the new era.
After being lost for a long time, he came to a human settlement.
The little robot, after a day of hard work, was exhausted. Thirsty and hungry, it stared eagerly at the nutritional supplements and charging pumps sold in the window. After a few seconds of thought, it stood on tiptoe and nervously knocked on the door...
Inside, I saw beeping instruments, a large data screen, and a long control panel.
It was all so scary.
In addition, there was a young scientist wearing glasses, leaning against the door, looking at him with cold eyes that seemed to want to dismantle him.
Nan’an: …
Is it too late to run now?
*
A new era in 2370, a post-apocalyptic era.
This is a world that Nan'an cannot understand.
The lingering haze and rain, the neon lights everywhere, create an abyss where development and exhaustion coexist. Here, humanity is invaded by AI yet dependent on it, out of control yet deeply trapped in it, a contradiction.
But for Nan'an, these are not important.
Take things as they come is his little robot's philosophy.
But setting sail, wandering in the eternal desert, and gazing at the sea of stars is not only the dream destination of all mankind, but also his dream destination.
——Until I met that human scientist.
He suddenly didn't want to leave.
*
Someday later.
The little robot added the experience of a great adventure in the human world to his fugitive plan and drew a big five-pointed star on the last line.
#There are endless cookies and nutrient solution.
#Beloved by the entire lab group.
#Dancing with the mechanical flower.
as well as.
☆Have a vicious and bad scientist.
Aloof human scientist top x intermittently irritable little robot bottom (Lin Ze x Nan An)
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