Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"How does it feel?"

The drug seller looked at the man who was working at the desk, holding an open book in his hand. He had just read a few pages, so he probably picked it up casually to pass the time.

"What are you referring to?" Mr. Fu Meng kept writing something with the pen in his hand without raising his head.The pharmacist raised his eyebrows, "She often falls asleep recently." Just like before, Cressby would feel sleepy in winter, because her instinct was telling her that now she needed to hibernate.

Fumeng stroked the hair on her forehead back with her hands, and there was no surprise in her silver-gray pupils, "She does often fall asleep recently, but it's not a serious matter."

Putting the written manuscript aside, he raised his head and looked at the drug seller, "You know, the moulting period of snakes." "Mr. Fumeng nodded, "After this world, she should return to the world over there, just to enter a deep sleep." Stretching his waist, the man yawned a little, "It seems that the body has changed again. It's going to be a big one."

The drug seller walked over, put his hands on his shoulders, and kneaded them with appropriate strength, and the light golden hair hung down, "I remember you mentioned that after this shedding, she will officially become an adult?"

The man who closed his eyes nodded lightly, and let out a vague murmur, and when the drug seller pinched a certain place, he suddenly trembled.

Drooping eyes took in every move of Fumeng, and the drug seller raised his eyebrows when he saw his movements, "You are here." From his perspective, the man was extremely calm, as if the trembling just now was nothing but his just an illusion.But the drug seller knew that it was not some so-called illusion.Rather, it is a real physiological response that occurs naturally due to external stimuli.

"Here, what's the matter?"

The drug seller gently pressed the sunken area in the middle of the butterfly bone, and he leaned slightly, "Here."

"Hmm..." Fumeng let out a muffled snort, her crow-feather-like hair was in stark contrast to her fair skin, adding a touch of warmth under the dim yellow light.But the drug seller didn't ignore it, his skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Go to bed." The light blue pupils were extremely clear, but they were somewhat cold under the warm light.Mr. Fumeng, who knew he was wrong, left the table without saying anything, and walked towards the bed.

The back was gently pressed, and the whole person lay on the bed following the strength of the other party.The drug seller gently took off his clothes, and as expected, the dark runes looked like chains or claws of some kind of creature, extending from the spine, with an ominous meaning.

"It's getting serious." The drug seller pressed the button lightly, feeling the slight trembling of the people under him. "I should be glad that you listened to my advice and didn't cut off the pain directly." The drug seller had a lot to say about Fumeng's extremely brutal methods.

It's not that he doesn't care about his body, but in Fumeng's eyes, if it's not serious enough to require treatment, he solves it by violent means, such as directly cutting off the sensory nerve.And this is exactly the method that the drug seller disapproves of the most. The two people have very different attitudes on this matter.Although he knew that the medicine seller was right, Fumeng subconsciously made another choice.

Searching through his medicine box, the medicine seller had discussed with Bai Ze about Fumeng's physique.He also prepared various prescriptions for his physical condition, but he was extremely stubborn in taking medicine, and Fumeng, who hated taking medicine, always escaped whenever he could.

"Didn't you take the prescribed medicine these days?" The man with light blond hair moved quickly and gently, and he heard the other party say lazily: "I have taken it, but it seems that the medicine has weakened."

The drug seller's hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly retracted, his slender eyelashes covered his light blue eyes, "But you can't increase the dose, otherwise, even you will have side effects."

No one is born with eyes that change color. The reason why Fumeng's eyes can change is because of power, and the second is because of the blessing of 'Heaven' or 'Heaven'.It's just that this blessing is more like a curse.The medicine seller let out a breath slowly, he walked over with a bowl full of medicine juice, and said in a low voice, "Drink the medicine first."

The long black hair had been torn off by the ribbon that tied it long ago, and the jet-black hair fell down, and a few strands fell into the clothes. The man took the bowl, and disgust flashed across his face, but he still drank in one sip. down.

The rich bitterness exploded instantly in the mouth, as if the liquid in the mouth would be spit out as long as the mouth was opened.At this moment, a hand suddenly covered the man's mouth, and Fumeng signaled him to take his hand away with his eyes.But the other party said in a very calm voice: "I must make sure you swallow it. I don't think you will spit it out, right?"

The man who raised his head slightly and supported his raised body with his hands nodded lightly. His throat moved slightly, and the liquid in his mouth was swallowed with a complex and indescribable taste. At the moment of nausea, his mouth A plum was stuffed into it unexpectedly.

Sitting up from the bed, the man with loose clothes frowned slightly, his right cheek bulged slightly, "Why give me Huamei." It's not that Huamei is bad, but just asked subconsciously. It's completely like dealing with children or girls.

"I think, you should, you don't want to eat candied fruit like girls, do you?" The medicine seller returned to the medicine box and began to prepare the medicine for external application.

Throwing himself onto the bed, Fumeng closed his eyes, "You bastard..."

Soon after.

The drug seller came over with the medicine to be used in one hand, his light blue eyes had a little smile at this moment, "Turn around." The black-haired man sighed, turned around obediently, The back is exposed.At this time, the ends of the jet-black lines turned red, and when all the black lines turned red and disappeared into the body again, it would be considered a success.

However, the process of waiting for the lines to turn red and disappear requires not only internal but also external interaction.

"Relax." The man with light blond hair comforted, holding a pen in his hand, dipped it in the liquid medicine, and began to draw from the lines extending to the back of the neck.

Some cold touch, with a hint of itching, almost subconsciously, Fumeng moved, but was held down by someone, "Don't move." The butterfly bone under the palm seemed to spread its wings, lightly brushing the black hair Gently push it away and paint it again.

Drawing texture is a huge project. Although it is not as good as tattooing, it still needs to be carefully drawn bit by bit.The most serious time the drug seller had ever seen was when the lines wrapped around his whole body, and some even spread to his cheeks.At that time, the state of Floating Dream was not so bad, as if there was some kind of unknown monster living in the body, which would break out at any time.

What on earth does 'Heaven' want to do?

The drug seller has always had such a question, he can't ignore this question, if it is said that "Heaven" loves him, then there is no need to let him suffer such pain, but if it is said that he does not love him, he is extremely loved .No one would say that he was not favored by 'Heaven'.

If one really wanted to describe it, it would be that 'Heaven' loved him so much that his body couldn't bear the force.

This is a very dangerous thing, because as long as you don't pay attention, you will die, just like a container filled with a liquid that is larger than its capacity. For Fumeng, the liquid is not only the volume, but also the density. Very big, it can be said that every day he is enduring inhuman pain.

"It's really... treat yourself a little bit better." The drug seller sighed, the skin under his hands was covered with a thin layer of sweat due to the pain, but it was surprisingly good to the touch. The jet-black hair stood by the neck, it The owner tilted his head sideways, as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep, and only the slight frown could tell that he was not sleeping peacefully.

The pen in his hand suddenly stopped, and the drug seller slowly let out a breath, and withdrew his hand, the golden liquid was glowing faintly, and soon the jet-black lines gradually turned red, and finally disappeared between the flesh and blood.Putting the pen and bowl aside, he stretched out his hand and pushed the sleeping man.

"Wake up."

"Hmm..." Mr. Fumeng frowned slightly, and after a while, he opened his eyes. His silver-gray pupils became two-colored at this time, the part near the center was golden yellow, and the outer circle remained the same. It is silver gray.He blinked, his slender eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes.

He stood up, with a slightly hoarse voice, "I, fell asleep..." After getting up, he moved his body uncomfortably, "I'll take a shower first." The man walked towards the bathroom, Doesn't look fully awake yet.Fortunately, the drug seller is completely used to his appearance. After all, he is responsible every time. In a sense, they are still the relationship between a doctor and a patient.

It didn't take long for Fumeng to come out covered in moisture. He wiped his hair with a towel. At this time, his eyes were completely clear, and it was impossible to see that he was still sleepy before. "I'm bothering you again." Fumeng sat on the edge of the bed, her crow-like hair was still dripping with water, which wet the sheet under her body.

"Why don't you come out after drying yourself." Taking the towel over, the man with a strange face was gently drying the hair of the person in front of him.

Feeling the moderate force on his head, the black-haired man suddenly said, "How long do you think I can live?" The young man who was wiping his hair paused, "Why do you ask that?"

Fu Meng suddenly raised her head, and her golden eyes looked directly at the other party's blue pupils, "I just think that I should prepare earlier, after all, that guy won't tell in advance."

He knew that what the other party said was 'day'.

"Don't think too much." The drug seller gently squeezed the towel and wiped his hair again.Wrap the hair with a towel, and then dry it bit by bit. During this time, the two of them remained silent and did not say a word.When Fumeng's hair was half dry, the medicine seller said, "If you can break away from His control, what are you going to do?"

The black-haired man raised his head slightly, as if he was lost in thought. After a while, he said, "It will probably be the same as now, keep writing." Immediately, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "I just don't know if I can feed yourself."

Hearing his words, the drug seller had a smile in his eyes, and he said softly: "It is possible." They all knew that his fate would not be changed, that he would become a literary giant, able to reprimand Fang Qiu, make publicity, and countless People adore him, especially love the stories he wrote.Not only can he support himself, but he can also make many people think about it. It is an extremely ordinary but beautiful fate.The probability of one in ten million, enough luck, can lead to this fate.

But so what now, he still holds the pen, even if there are no readers.

【Respect, those free and lovely people.

Fürdie, diefrei undreizendsind.]

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I can't do it, so be it.Heart suffocating...