Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 389: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (28)

Mo You doesn't like pink, but if Mr. Monster gave it to him, then he declared that from this moment on, pink is his favorite color.

Or rather, he likes it to be pink.

After the initial surprise, I took a closer look and found that all the furniture and decorations were exquisite. There was a large carpet made of something unknown, but it felt very comfortable to step on.

And the bed feels like sinking into a soft cloud. You can imagine how comfortable it would be to sleep on it.

He turned around and saw the monster standing there quietly looking at him. When their gazes met, its white eyes curved into crescents, as if it was saying something.

"Do you like it?"

How could I not like it?

Mo You stood in front of the monster, stroked its slightly cold cheek, and said softly, "You don't have to worry so much."

"As long as you are by my side, I will be very, very happy."

The feeling of being cared for was too happy, and Mo You was actually a little grateful to Long Ming at this moment.

If Long Ming hadn't had him severely injured, Mr. Monster might not have come to his side.

His voice seemed to be transmitted. The monster blinked slowly, and then its shape began to change constantly - unlike the previous irregular changes, the black shadow twisted into shape.

After a while, the monster, which was still huge to Mo You even after shrinking, turned into another appearance, a human form...

However, this figure seems a bit strange?

Mo You blinked, and the monster blinked too.

"Well……"

"Mr. Monster?"

Mo You tentatively reached out his hand and grasped the monster's fingers. It felt slightly cool, and its shape was exactly the same as that of a human, except that it was completely black.

Mr. Monster turned into a human, but not completely. He was the same height as most adults, had no gender characteristics, and his entire body was pitch black except for his eyes.

It seemed that it was not used to the human way of walking. It fell down as soon as it took a step, and half of its body fell silently into the ground.

"Mr. Monster!"

"Does it hurt?"

Mo You was startled and quickly helped the monster up. While he was anxiously worried, the monster tapped his forehead with its index finger, its mouth moved, and a dull, meaningless muttering came from its throat.

"&$%..."

Mo You hugged the monster's arm, rubbed his cheek against it, and said in embarrassment, "I don't understand..."

The monster thought for a moment, put his hands through Mo You's armpits and lifted him up. The defenseless boy instinctively hugged him tightly. Through the monster's eyes, he saw.

"I'm fine."

"What? That's so sudden. Okay, okay, I know Mr. Monster is the best."

Even though he is just a child, he used a coaxing tone to talk to the monster, which is so cute.

The monster put down its hand, but not completely. It sat on the carpet, hugged Mo You in its arms, and rubbed its face against Mo You's fair and tender face, again and again.

Mo You slightly closed his itchy right eye, curved the corners of his mouth, and hugged the monster's neck with his arms, feeling happy and indulgent.

Mr. Monster who has transformed into a human form is also so cute...

Is it to hug him better?

Whenever Mo You thought that Mr. Monster had become like this for his sake, he felt so happy that he almost died.

I like it. I like it very much.

He voluntarily walked into the monster's cage, enjoyed the monster's captivity, and labeled himself a monster. All he wanted was -

"Mr. Monster, please keep looking at me forever."

He wanted to make this abnormal breeding relationship permanent.

"So cute, how can it be so cute, dear, so cute! It's really so cute!!!"

The finger that was tapping the screen was held loosely by the little black cat. The soft and sweet meows made Bai Yichen feel as if he was drunk. He felt dizzy and his face turned red to his neck.

In a silent environment, any sound would be infinitely magnified. Outside the window was the unchanging scene of high-rise buildings, and it seemed as if he was the only one left in the world.

Those who live in isolation are either gods or beasts.

Bai Yichen admitted that he was definitely not a god, but he was also unwilling to be an ignorant beast. In this environment, if he stayed there for a long time, he would either become a fool or a madman.

Bai Yichen felt that he was lucky. The appearance of the little black cat became his anchor point to connect with the world and the source of his rationality.

It would act coquettishly towards him, care about his emotions, and communicate with him - using bubble-like dialogue boxes, but he could only touch it through the screen.

But at least it would respond to him.

This made Bai Yichen feel that he was still alive in this world.

Only you will respond to me.

You are all I have left.

and so.

"Please like me more."

You are mine forever.

……

"Well, good morning, Mr. Monster."

The sunlight shone through the clear glass onto Mo You's face. He tilted his head and buried it in the monster's neck, rubbing it dependently.

Last night was the best sleep he had ever had.

The moment he spoke, the monster opened its eyes, then stood up straight and clumsily folded the pink cup into a crooked block of tofu.

Mo You opened his eyes, looking sober as if he had just woken up, "Mr. Monster is an idiot."

He spoke quietly, and when he saw that the monster struggling with the quilt didn't turn around, he smiled secretly, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still half an hour left until the agreed time. It was enough time. I finished washing up under the monster's supervision and stretched out my hand. The monster held it up, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Before leaving, Mo You held the monster's hand and said, "I'll have to inconvenience you to hide in my shadow for the time being."

The monster scratched its head, rubbed Mo You's head, and its body melted into the darkness.

Only Mo You was left staring at his empty palm in a daze, his lowered eyes looking gloomy and dark.

Those dirty adults can walk in the sun, why, why should his Mr. Monster hide from them! ?

If only there weren't those people.

If only he and Mr. Monster were the only ones in the world...

The desire for destruction is stronger than ever.

A small tentacle wrapped around his wrist, and the tip pointed outside the door, as if asking him why he didn't go out.

The haze dissipated, Mo You pinched it, it felt soft and elastic, and the little tentacle shyly burrowed back into the shadow.

When I looked up again, the sunlight outside the door didn't seem so glaring.

As long as Mr. Monster is around, he's willing to be a little more kind to the world.

……

"Xiaoyou, here, here!"

From a distance, Mo You saw Long Ping'an who was looking forward to it. He put on a happy and excited smile and raised his hand in response.

It seemed that he had a good sleep last night. Long Ping'an looked a little better. At least he didn't look like he would fall down if the wind blew like yesterday. The shouting just now made his throat itchy again, and he couldn't suppress the coughing.

"Brother, you don't have to be so anxious, just wave your hand and I'll see you."

With Mo You's help, Long Ping'an calmed down and waved his hands, "I'm so happy. After I got sick, you're the first person who's willing to play with me. I'm really happy."

Mo You tilted his head, "You don't even dislike my childishness, why should I stay away from you just because you are sick?"

"Even if he's sick, does that mean he's no longer a brother? They're really weird."

Long Ping'an suddenly realized, yes, even if he was sick, he was still Long Ping'an, and his father still loved him. Apart from the torture of illness, he had not lost anything precious.

Rather. This illness made him know who his true friends are. Looking at Mo You who was angry for him, Long Ping An pursed his lips and smiled.

"you're right."

"It turns out that I was the one who hadn't figured it out."

Facing Mo You's puzzled look, Long Ping'an didn't explain too much. Thinking of what happened when he returned home last night, he said, "Xiao You, come to my house for lunch at noon. Dad is a good cook, and he also wants to meet you."

"Okay, I want to meet my brother's father too."

Mo You agreed readily. This was his original purpose and there was no need for him to make excuses.

Seeing this, Long Ping'an became even happier and pulled Mo You to play a few games that required little exercise. Given his physical condition, he couldn't do any strenuous exercise, otherwise he would easily faint.

At that time, it would not be making friends with Mo You, but harming him.

Dad was very good to him, except for his health. If he knew that he would faint suddenly, there was no telling what he would do in the impulse.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was noon. Long Ping'an led Mo You home, humming a tune.

Today, Long Si specifically took on the patrol mission and found the opportunity to go home.

Be extremely wary of any friends your son suddenly makes.