Single Dog Ending system

g is so cruel and so good at playing.
Now it’s five hundred years this time, he felt that he might be dead.
Oh no, it’s for sure!

System: “…” Did something strange happen in the mosaic just now?

“Twenty-five, quick, the reward from my last world hasn’t been exchanged yet.
Give me a potion that can recover the blood and blue1Anyone that plays games should know HP and MP.
Qin Lang talking about his health, something to help him recover.
very fast.” Qin Lang said eagerly.

“Wait a minute, let me see.” The system chews on potato chips, looking through the store information, “Unfortunately, it is out of stock.”

“What?” So in high demand?

“There are too many people who exchange for this kind of thing.
It usually takes quite a while to request the out of stock thing to be delivered….” The system was talking and suddenly had an epiphany.
He immediately sat up from his lazy posture, “Yi…are you planning to fight with him?”

“Wu…” Qin Lang blushed.
No answer.

System with a serious face: “Can not be done.
If you are going to have sex with your old gong, you’ll die.”

“….”Do you have to be so terrified?

The system continues, still serious: “Do you know how much your old gong evil qi influence is? You have a Yin physique, if you follow him to have some intimate contact, you’ll likely take in some evil qi.
Once or twice won’t kill you but you should know what your old gong is like.
Your body will become weaker and weaker and you will die in less than three months.”

Qin Lang thought about when they first met and Lu Yuan licked his wound, after that the evil qi entered his body and he had a high fever.
He was so weak that he would fall down from just walking….Suddenly Qin Lang’s face collapsed.
How can love without sex life be called a happy life?

“Are you considering dying to continue to develop a deeper relationship with your old gong? I forgot to tell you, this time, the original owner’s wish was to ‘to live under the sun’.
Regardless of whether these five words have other meanings, just the word ‘live’ and that idea won’t work.
Of course, if you give up this extra task, it also doesn’t matter.” The system tone was a bit underwhelming.

Qin Lang said indifferently: “Talk, there must be other ways.”

“…” The system, who wanted to see the host slumped and wanted to act successful, sighed in frustration.
But he firmly refused to admit that his IQ was several grades lower than his host’s.
So he pretended that he had expected it long ago, “I knew you would ask me so I already packed it for you.
‘Full set of Ghost Cultivation’, please keep it well.
This is a high-level secret book from the cultivation world.
It includes a variety of incisive formations and mysterious techniques.
If you learn it, you can be a god in this world.
The original owner’s small and fresh wish will definitely be fulfilled.”

After the system was finished, his tone rose a little.
His whole body exuded an aura of praise.

Qin Lang flipped through the book as thin as a tablet that appeared in his hand.
Page after page with no end.
The table of contents on the first page clearly marked the categories.
As long as his hand touches the category on the table of content, the book will automatically turn to the corresponding page.
It’s very cool and full of high-tech atmosphere.

Qin Lang nodded with satisfaction.
With the book in hand, he went back to the bedroom, completely forgetting to praise Twenty-five for the things.

The system wipes its face in vicissitudes.
He just washed and went to sleep.

Monday, Qin Lang did not ask for leave because of his injury.
Instead, he took Lu Yuan to the studio.

His painting is finished.
The weather for the past two days weekend is good.
After calculating the time and the thickness of the paint he used, it should be dry, but the painting was still fresh like it’s just finished.

“Low-level ghosts.” Lu Yuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly spoke.
He doesn’t know if what he said was about what he painted or…something in the painting.

Qin Lang rubbed his ears and worked quietly in the corner, waiting for the professor so he could hand in his homework.
After entering the door and seeing his drawings, he never looked up and played games quietly.

The professor of the oil painting department is still very young.
His name is Tan Qing, he was quite famous in the country.
Not only was he talented, artistically gifted, and handsome, he also had a background.
But it was heard that he had a scandal with an entertainment actress recently.
The students in the class were also looking forward to it.

Qin Yang and his party were the last to come.
When they saw Qin Lang in the far corner, who looked down and played with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, their expressions were a bit unnatural.

Aware of Qin Yang and the others’ gazes, Qin Lang raised his head and glanced at them.
He pursed his lips.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
There was confusion, anger and resentment, but most of it was still disappointment and hurt, and a little struggle.

Several people looked away even more unnaturally.
After all, they were just a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old children.
They almost killed their classmates.
They even picked themselves clean in front of the police, feeling somewhat guilty and embarrassed.

Qin Lang said nothing, lowered his head again, and waited for the resurrection of his character.

Following Qin Lang’s gaze, Lu Yuan glanced at all those people and said lightly, “They are your friends? They are dying, you won’t help?”

Qin Lang squeezed the phone tightly and did not answer.

“Um? What is this? Can you teach me, master?” Lu Yuan quickly changed the subject.
His catchy voice immediately disturbed Qin Lang’s mood.

Lu Yuan bent down slightly, and a few strands of his long black hair fell on Qin Lang’s mobile phone screen.
Qin Lang manipulated the character with his hand for a while, and the character under the hair was once again ushered in its death.

Qin Lang didn’t dare to look directly at Lu Yuan’s beautiful eyes.
He gently pulled over the empty chair next to him, motioned Lu Yuan to sit down, and then showed him.
Lu Yuan stood up straight, and his black hair that had fallen on the screen swept across the back of Qin Lang’s hand holding the phone.

Qin Lang shook his hand.
The phone almost fell into the bucket under the easel.
That feeling, the feeling of hair brushing the back of his hand, is slightly cool, slightly itchy, and slightly comfortable…

Qin Lang is not good at speaking, lest people think that there are ghosts around him and that he looks like a monster.
He approached Lu Yuan a little without a change in expression, the screen could be clearly seen by the other party.

However, as soon as his stand-alone practice session just started, there was a sudden ‘squeak’ beside him.
Zhang Ping sat on the chair Lu Yuan was sitting on, straightened his thick eyebrows and whispered, “Qin Lang, I heard Saturday…Are you alright? Didn’t encounter anything strange?”

Seeing the boss stand up gloomily from the chair shared with Zhang Ping, Qin Lang opened his mouth and his eyes were a little dull: “…”

1Anyone that plays games should know HP and MP.
Qin Lang talking about his health, something to help him recover.