Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Reminiscing about three years and three centuries of life alone, this is about an ending that suits him.

"The fusion of time and space is about to be completed, you can leave now."

A calm voice sounded, and the cross-dressing girl looked at the colorful universe behind the door for a while, thought for a moment, and said lightly: "A healthy and developing world."

"……yes."

"Are you going back?"

"Go back."

Yan Ce silently walked through the mysterious Qionglou Yuyu, walked towards the steps behind the door, and walked on the way back.

……

Qin.

The wobbly dizziness hit the brain, and after clearing the data stored in the brain in the haze and sleepiness, Yan Ce opened his eyes, and what was reflected in the mirror was pure black.

A battle-damaged "family portrait" was spread out on the table.

"it is good to come home."

Rubbing his eyes, the boy lazily stood up, and couldn't help but let out bursts of laughter.

Then, a volume of slips fell over.

Shangguan lying sideways on the side of the bed exposed a large area of ​​snow-white skin on his back, his round chest was mostly hidden by the thin quilt, and his outstretched hand blocked his chest when Yan Ce looked over.

"Your head is broken. It's the middle of the night. What are you talking about? It's so noisy."

As Yan Ce walked over, the woman's cold and distant eyes turned into vigilance, and the small sound from her throat seemed to be the prelude to the cat's imminent scratching.

Yan Ce sat on the edge of the bed, stretched his hands into the quilt to keep warm: "Did you have a dream, a long, long dream."

"Dream?"

She thought about it, and there was a vague impression in her mind, but she didn't seem to have it. The heavy sleepiness after being woken up by Yan Ce made Shangguan's mental state a little bit worse. Swiping down and gradually reaching the side chest, a tender white foot kicked the boy off the bed.

Shangguan looked indifferent, showing rejection of Yan Ce's subconscious outrageous actions, turned his back to the boy, and continued to sleep.

"Tomorrow morning, His Majesty summons you alone, go to sleep."

"I didn't expect to see you again."

"Tsk, what are you talking about again?"

"Ah."

The sound of obedient agreement was a bit unexpected for Shangguan, and then...two people were squeezed into the single quilt, and they had to stick closer than usual to keep their bodies from getting cold.

Miss Shangguan glanced sideways at Yan Ce, bit her lip, and looked down to see the boy's arms in the quilt wrapping around her back, resting on her chest, almost reaching the perfect curve.

"It's up to you...don't bother me."

The woman didn't bother to talk about Yan Ce anymore, she closed her eyes and frowned slightly with her beautiful eyebrows.

"..."

Slowly, the backs of the feet curved slightly, and a trace of sweat hung on the fair side of his face and flowed to the tip of his nose. Shangguan seemed to have noticed that Yan Ce was a little abnormal.

"...slightly."

She bumped Yan Ce behind her elbow, and her gaze seemed to be looking at some kind of large non-recyclable garbage.

"Are you still sleeping or not!"

"Well, good dream this time, everyone."

Yan Ce closed his eyes and kissed the pink side face.

Volume 1 Finale Chapter [-] The Last Day of Summer

The sky was clear and clear, and the lingering warmth of midsummer was echoing in the palace. Shi Huangdi covered his drowsy forehead, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly lowered his legs to step on the floor.

"A nightmare."

She said.

Raising the hand to open the window, the skin of the arm is warmed by the breeze. It is already dawn, and the long black hair that hangs freely without combing has a gleam of light in the sun. The first emperor vaguely dreamed of A lot, but soon as the consciousness became more clear, all the dreams began to fade away.

Shang Ji, who had dark circles under her eyes, was almost immortal, walked into the hall unsteadily, bowed deeply, and saluted.

"Your Majesty, breakfast is ready."

"I don't have any appetite for the time being, just wait." Shi Huang suddenly asked, "Where's Yan Ce?"

After thinking for a moment, Shang Ji said seriously: "The side hall on the west side."

The First Emperor waved his hand, "Go down."

"promise."

Shang Ji, who was on the verge of death from exhaustion, had no idea of ​​expressing her unpaid overtime work in order to impress Shi Huangdi.

Shang Ji had a dream. In the dream, she worked as a handyman for [-] years, and the tragic scene of "working to death while taking IV drip" was permanently engraved in her head because it was too profound.

At that moment, she was awakened from the dream by the deep despair that was worse than the "996" work system, and she was grateful for the occasional overtime with pay.