Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    Zuo Yan had a dream.

    He was locked in a sultry room, unable to move, swollen and uncomfortable, and unable to make a sound. He wanted to call for help, but finally exhausted all his strength.

    At this moment, a black figure beside him suddenly spoke, "I'll be familiar with it soon."

    Zuo Yan looked at the voice and found that it was a tender bun!

    At this time, everyone around him became lively, "It's going to be cooked, it's going to be cooked!"

    Zuo Yan lowered his head and realized that he was also a steamed bun!

    The lid on the top of his head was opened, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky and landed on him, and he was about to fall into a pair of big mouths. Zuo Yan suddenly woke up from his dream, his forehead was sweaty.

    I was stunned for a while, wiped my face, what's the dream?

    Have you eaten too much steamed buns recently?

    The sultry heat in his chest made him regain his senses, only to realize that there was a large pile of quilts on his chest, and his legs were whizzing coldly.

    Zuo Yan pulled the quilt away. Just about to turn over, he encountered a cold object on his leg, and the thing seemed to lick him... It

    was too late, it was fast, Zuo Yan subconsciously kicked it over. , Mouth, call for help in the next second!

    "Grab the little..."

    "Zhu Zhu."

    Zuo Yan's "steal" word had reached his lips and he swallowed again.

    "Why are you!" In the

    early morning, the starlight in the sky hadn't dissipated, and the figure under him showed its original shape. It was quite big, and the little aggrieved voice was vague. "... hurts"

    Zuo Yan knew his own. With so much effort on his feet, he felt guilty for a moment, then he opened his paws and touched them, as if they were not swollen.

    "What are you doing in my room?"

    Such a big man lay under him, thinking he was hell for someone who didn't know.

    The current posture of the two of them was Zuo Yan sitting halfway, rubbing his face with one hand, Xiao Liuzui propped on him, bowing his head aggrievedly, and his face was facing Zuo Yan's brother.

    "I feel uncomfortable."

    Zuo Yan looked at him worriedly, could it be possible that the kick just showed the power of the palm of the Buddha?

    "Which is uncomfortable? Did it hurt you just now?"

    Xiao Liuzui shook his head, pointing to his body and said, "It's uncomfortable."

    Zuo Yan glanced at the brightening sky outside, then looked at him. It's pretty good in the morning.

    "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

    Xiao Liuzui didn't believe it, lowered his head, "Am I going to die."

    Zuo Yan was taken aback, "Who said that?"

    "Is Zhu Zhu annoying me?

    " When did I think you were annoying?"

    Big brother, your brain circuit can circle the imperial capital three times without turning.