Sui Han glanced at the troublemaking little zombie. The little one’s face trembled, and he guiltily shrank into his master’s arms.

The little Yingyu understood the content of the vlog competition. It had always thought that it was more cultured than Big Banana.

Little Yingyu: Isn’t a cultured little one super cute?

Sui Han was hesitating whether to withdraw from the competition. The little red fish in front of him started dancing again, jumping up and down. Little Yingyu did a backflip and leapt over the door!

Even if the boy didn’t want to pay attention, he understood Erguotou’s meaning.

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Little Yingyu: Pick me, pick me!!

Sui Han raised his hand expressionlessly. The little Yingyu quickly scurried over, accepting his master’s head pat with a happy face.

Sui Han gently patted him twice, then said in a calm tone, “You can’t, you don’t have fur, you’re useless.”

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The netizens laughed like crazy after hearing this sentence.

[Hahahahaha, rejected by the master three times in a row, what is the psychological shadow area of ​​Erguotou]

[I seem to see Erguotou’s tears, the water of West Lake, is your tears, ah~ ah~ ah~]

[Am I the only one who cares about the vlog competition? Sui Sui’s little ones don’t meet the conditions, so won’t he QAQ]

[What can you do if you care? Or should I offer my big orange cat?]

[My cat-rabbit can also fight in his place!]

[Then I only have a sun-in-the-sky teddy bear, sob sob sob]

[Too ordinary, ordinary pets are difficult to win, but that’s right, Di Xing doesn’t have any ordinary little ones]

[Sui Sui’s little ones are all extraordinary, but they don’t grow fur [/crying and laughing]]

Sui Han pressed the off button and went to sleep.

He decided to give up on this worrying problem.

The distressed god took the little zombie hidden in his arms and ruthlessly pressed him into the little car.

“Troublemaker, you can’t go to bed tonight.”

Little zombie: rubbing hands

“Flattery is useless, good night.”

Sui Han returned to the bedroom alone, but little Yingyu stayed behind out of loyalty. It parked the red little car, looking at each other with the little zombie.

After nightfall, the quiet city was draped in soft light, resembling a foggy ink painting.

The stars of lacquer circled the silver moon, flickering on and off.

The red smoke dyed the cold moon with floating light, melting layer by layer into the dim yellow moon body. After a while, the moon turned red.

A blood moon was born and hung high in the night sky.

But at this midnight hour, no one knew.

The prayer in the dream came again. Someone bowed their head to the ground. The distant voice was like a bell, rippling into the bedroom and awakening the sleeping god.

Sui Han was held by the clouds under his feet, and came to the hall step by step.

This time, the believer was a bit special. His face was wearing a mask, and the edge of the mask was tightly engraved into the bone marrow.

It seemed to be integrated with that face.

“I am not me, I am not me…”

He repeated it over and over again. His mouth opened and closed, as if it were just a machine, performing mechanically.

Sui Han’s light pupils drooped slightly, with an indescribable, strange emotion in his peripheral vision. The boy tilted his head and looked at the man’s royal blue suit. The tag on the suit had not been removed.

The delicately tailored cuffs were marked with: mask.

It looked like a brand.

Sui Han opened his mouth in a low voice, with an inquiring tone, “You are not you, then who are you?”

A slight confusion flashed in the eyes of the believer in the royal blue suit. It had to be said that his mask was like it was tailor-made for him, and even his helpless expression was portrayed vividly.

“Yes, who am I…”

Suddenly, the little guys resting on the little car noticed the movement here. The little zombie rubbed his eyes and looked over curiously.

The clouds and mist were swirling under their feet, and blooming flowers were blooming from the barrenness, and the overflowing fragrance was familiar and warm.

The little Yingyu rolled up the little zombie with his tail, and the two little ones put their noses next to a flower and smelled it carefully.

The floral fragrance carried a full of soothing power, which made their hearts more and more peaceful.

It’s like, “Mother.”

The believer was still kneeling in place, with his hands on the ground, slowly blinking his eyes.

His pupils were dull, as if he had lost his soul, and he kept chanting, “Yes, I am not me, then who am I, who am I…”

“This question, you have to ask yourself.”

Sui Han supported his head with one hand, leaning on one side. He could give the believer enough time to think in the long night.

He couldn’t agree to anything if he didn’t know what he wanted to ask for.

Every time the believer heard God’s voice, the clarity in his eyes would improve slightly. He slowly raised his head and unconsciously looked up at the high-ranking deity.

The boy’s broken hair covered his forehead, his narrow eyes drooped gently, his expression was tired, and his thin lips were pursed slightly.

He exuded a faint white light, but some black air was faintly seeping out of the white light.

The believer suddenly widened his eyes and stared blankly at Sui Han.

“God…”

The royal blue suit was tailored to fit the body, like a custom-made style, as meticulous as the mask on his face.

The mask logo was interspersed with gold and silver threads. The gold and silver color scheme was not vulgar, but set off a trace of nobility.

Sui Han always felt that this suit was very familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.

“What do you want? Think about it before you speak.”

Sui Han’s voice was clear and sharp, like the sound of shattered ice. It wasn’t low, but it carried a sense of coldness.

The believer’s body trembled slightly, and the coldness rustled into his ears. This time, it seemed to completely shake off the turbidity in his eyes.

The short-lived sobriety brought him infinite fear, not fear of Sui Han, but fear of the mask on his face, the second face that was tightly wrapped around him.

“God,… I really want to find myself again. My soul seems to be separating from my body. My soul is about to disappear. I don’t know who I am. I only know that I am not me!”

I am not me, it’s this sentence again.

Sui Han raised his eyes again. When he looked at the believer, he seemed to empathize with the fearful emotions in the other party’s heart.

The boy thought for a while, and his slender fingertips tapped at the corner of his forehead. The cold voice sounded again, “I know, you can go back.”

After saying that, the royal blue suit disappeared in front of him.

It seemed that this trip to the mortal world might be longer.

That would be just enough time for him to shoot material, and he should still participate in the vlog competition.

However, he didn’t have a furry little one, so he might have to find one on the way.

Sui Han was just attracted by the blue suit’s words, and his energy was all on the believer, and he didn’t pay attention to what kind of changes had taken place in the flower bud floating in the air.

But as soon as he turned his head, the little car was empty.

The little zombie was sitting on the little Yingyu, and the little Yingyu was flapping his long tail around the flower bud.

One circle, two circles.

They felt that the fragrance of this flower seemed to be different, as if it was particularly fragrant, so fragrant that the surrounding flowers lost their scent.

Sui Han got up and walked to the flower bud, reaching out to touch the edge. The little flower bud seemed shy, or itchy, and moved happily.

The dark red covering the blood moon moved with it and slowly gathered into a cluster of blooming red light.

The red light was faint, and in an instant, it swooped down and entered through the window.

Strands of it surrounded the flower bud.

Sui Han stretched out his fingertips, and the red wrapped around his palm. The boy raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and when he touched the flower bud again, the petals miraculously unfolded.

The petals opened one by one, like a gift box to be unwrapped.

In minutes, they were all opened.

Sui Han looked down, and his eyes were lit up by the red on the petals. Inside the petals, a furry golden-red figure jumped into view.

The little guy in the flower bud was sleeping soundly. When he lazily turned over, nine flamboyant tails shook unconsciously.

The fiery red was like flames, reminiscent of thousands of flowers bursting with vibrant color.

The bright and beautifully colored fur was not vulgar at all; it was so stunning that even the flower it originated from seemed overshadowed.

A small red mark on the forehead shone with golden light, as if heralding that new life was about to awaken from its slumber.

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