Dangerous girls involved me in danger

Is it just memorizing Jun Cheng's taste to be fascinated!

No! No say!

I didn't drool over the people I liked...

"Hahaha, look, let me just say it? Sure enough, this is what you really think!"

"No! No way! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

I continued to shake my head, toss my hair back and forth, desperately covering my ears, not wanting to listen to this nasty voice and say nasty things

But how can such a behavior of covering the ears cut off the sound from your body?

It's just that it didn't speak any more, I walked alone on the streets without people, and the world was quiet again.

Walking in silence, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning when I returned to the apartment, I took out the key and opened the door and walked in.

The light in the living room is still on, Nana and she-will I wait till now...

Seeing me entering the house, she put down her phone and turned to look at me and said.

"It's really late to come back. There should be no external work today? Have you eaten? I'll heat up the dishes for you."

I'm already immortal, so even if I don't eat, I won't die....

But why do you still feel hungry...

...Stop eating...I went to sleep first and said-

"Xun Xun?"

The idea that I wanted to discuss with Nana was also forgotten by me, I wandered back to the room, and fell on the bed when I entered the room.

I can't forget the smell.

The taste is so sweet, it makes me want to use the pro-weight to absorb.Three Light Novels

The saliva I produced was swallowed and then swallowed, and it slid down on the esophagus.

I pressed my chest tightly, my heart stopped beating...

"It's just like a girl in love-like.

...I told you to shut up.

I buried my cheeks in the pillow and made a squishy sound.

"Xiang Yuexun, did you know? Hunger is not just food, but sometimes it also refers to the demanding for love.

"Huh? What are you talking about...

Why did this guy suddenly become serious...just now, he was clearly speaking like a gangster, but now he has changed to a serious style.

I hate it, this tone sounds a bit like Jun Cheng said--

"Loneliness is also a kind of hunger, a spiritual hunger looking forward to love.

"You said I was lonely? Are you kidding me, I have a lot of friends!"

"That's just the appearance, in fact you are still lonely, because you are afraid of losing them, just like the friends you used to.

My former friend...

They are all dead...

For humans, my life span is too long, and I will definitely be sad for the departure of my friends, so I started to avoid making friends with humans.

But in fact, I know that, no matter whether the other party is human or not, it is just a matter of sooner or later.

"Hunger will become the fuel of desire. The more you suppress, the more powerful the energy you accumulate, and finally it will form unimaginable destructive power. At a moment's notice, the boundaries between feelings and desires become more and more ambiguous, and the spirit becomes muddy and can no longer When you distinguish between feelings and desires, you can’t help but want to eat all of your favorite things, maybe your favorite An Juncheng will be left to you to enjoy slowly. No, it will definitely be. Become like that. To say why..

.Because you are a-only [ghoul]."

It is definitely the worst behavior that will not be forgiven by anyone.

Only I was satisfied unilaterally, which is extremely selfish.Big again

But...some part of my heart feels that that seems to be good for me...something must be wrong" said...

"The pain and fear of loss cannot make people forget hunger, but eating them all can reduce the pain of the soul."

It was chattering words that sounded hard to understand, but I could understand what he meant.

Because as long as you eat it, you will feel that they will be with me forever.','We have become one.'

It's obviously a wrong idea, but I can't help but go like this...

"What the hell are you....

Why are you here to shake me--.

Why do you want to dig my heart...

"Well, who knows, I don't know what I am, anyway, I have grown on you since I was conscious. But from the looks of it, it's just an open mouth, right? You treat me as if I came. Bewitch your liar, quack~"

"Then your liar's eloquence is really good.

"Hey, thanks for the compliment~"

.. However, I still don’t plan to eat my friends! Give up!

Oh, don’t jump to conclusions, it’s not too late to decide after tasting, is it?"

"Taste? How to taste? Are you asking me to take a bite of Juncheng!"

Not to mention that this will only scare Juncheng, and I can’t guarantee that I can control it after I take a bite.....Today I just saw Juncheng’s intestines, I can’t restrain myself, if Ate....

"No, there is no need to alarm him, don't you remember? A part of his body is placed with your supporter.'

Being so-reminded by it, I suddenly remembered.

Because of Xueer's relationship, Jun Cheng cut off his body parts--part of them to Xueer.

That root...

"Left hand little finger!

When this thought arises, it can no longer dissipate.

Just eat one--.. I really seem to have a taste of Jun Cheng

The heartbeat is connected to the stomach, and the heartbeat drives the appetite, but when the appetite surges, it can no longer be restrained...

My mouth was full of saliva again...

Chapter 16.6 [Innocent Succubus] Dreaming Things

(Innocent Succubus) Dreaming things:

"Here again... Enough...

After opening my eyes, I found myself in a strange place.

There are many suns and an incredibly curved moon in the sky, and the entire sky is distorted, just like the sky in the painting of a starry night. The reality has become abstract.

No, it's just because it's not'reality', so it's like this.

Yes, this is the "dreamland",

I have always dreamed recently, and it is the same dream. It is really rare.

As a succubus (dream demon), I can control the physiological phenomenon of "dream".

You can autonomously control whether you want to enter the dream while sleeping, you can maintain self-awareness in the dream, you can control the dream freely, and you can dive into the dreams of other people, even if you have a strong mental power like her mother. , Be able to change the dreams of others at will, make hints during sleep, even brainwash, support the partner...

Of course, you can also prevent yourself from dreaming.

Since I was able to control my dreams, I just stopped dreaming, because I hate dreaming.

Maybe dreaming is not a big deal for ordinary people. After all, most of them will forget what dreams they have when they wake up. But for me it is not-like, because I can maintain a self-conscious relationship in my dream and wake up Later, I can also remember the things in my dreams. Of course, the same is true for "nightmares".

I remember that when I was very young, when I couldn’t control my dreams, nightmares became a very scary thing.

And the time in the dream is very ambiguous,-I have a nightmare, I can only run away, find-hide in a corner, afraid of being found...

Speaking of it, at the time I was afraid of being found by what

I don't remember very much... I just know something terrible, chasing me constantly.

So sleep became-a terrible thing, every night I cried and didn't want to sleep, my mother frowned and said i'Which succubus is not one-birth can control dreams... How useless! Spraying..., I became even more scared when I saw my mother angry

Fear will make dreams worse. Every night’s dream is very likely to be a nightmare. The more you dream, the more afraid you are.

How did I escape from the nightmare afterwards?

By the way, at that time, he was still...

Every time he saw me crying, he would pick me up, coax me, and tell me stories... I stopped crying when I listened, and just died when I was tired.

It is amazing that as long as he sleeps in his arms, he will not have nightmares, but will have a story that he tells-the same dream.

At first, I didn't understand what death is all about. When I was a child, no one could understand "death" to the end.. What?-No, even when I grow up, I still know a little.

I haven't seen him since that day anyway.

The mood of wanting to see him increases day by day. Every day I ask my dad where he has gone, and my mom never answers, not even a word of comfort, even if it means "He went far, far away, never I won’t come back.

But she's not someone who can say that kind of thing

20,000 SF light novels

Later I thought that even if it was a dream, it would be fine if I could dream of him. From that time on, I gradually became able to control my dreams.

But as I grew up, I realized that the'that' I made was not the real him at all.

Only repeating fixed lines and doing the same thing, even the expression did not change.

Just like N in the game

Very irritable, very irritable, no matter how it is shaped, it is still far from the main body, his actions will not "surpass my expectations", and act completely according to my ideas.

It is only natural that it will be like this, because this is a dream I created by myself, all of which are fake and...just. I felt emptiness. I said it out... and never dreamed again. Up.

I was really too much. I created him self-consciously and destroyed him capriciously.

Anyway, he is my father.

Thinking about it now, it was actually my mother who dived into my dream and shaped my dream like that...

.. Thinking of boring things."

But now, why are you dreaming again? Is it because the switching period is up?

And this dream doesn't seem to be under my control, and the scenery or things are beyond my imagination.

I heard that most of the dreams that people have are bizarre, because dreaming is an unconscious brain activity for humans, and they cannot control their dreams.Then the dream will become very strange and become a world where everything can happen.But because I don’t have the ability to dive into other people’s dreams like my mother, or even get out of dreams, I don’t know what other people’s dreams are like.

It may be similar to what you see now.

Anyway, as long as you stay where you are and wait for the moment of waking up quietly, I have been doing this when I came to this dream these days.

No need to do extra things, anyway...

Everything in the dream is fake.

Just thinking about it, a cat walking on two feet came from a distance with a cool expression and sharp eyes, but he held a flower basket in his hand.

The little cat walked in front of me, then picked a red rose from the flower basket and gave it to me.

I pointed to myself and asked unexpectedly.

"Well, give it to me?"

It nodded.

I squatted down, took the rose from its hand, and touched its fleshy ball, so soft...

After the cat gave me the roses, he turned and left, but before leaving, he looked back at me, as if he was inviting me to follow him.

"Then... I'll be optimistic about it a little bit."

I'm so...boring enough...