Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Zuo squinted his eyes and swallowed the sweet and sour grapes in his mouth together with the astringent grape skins. While chewing, he made an indistinct "hululuhulu" sound in his throat.

Fu Shiyu stared fiercely at Jiang Zuo's soft belly that turned towards him unsuspectingly. After a long time, he squeezed out some milky body lotion in his hand, and the thin lotion landed on the Jiang Zuo's light pink round belly.

A little bit of white liquid was sprinkled on Xiaozhufen's greasy belly, and two drops were sprayed on his soft-pink pig nose. 362 made a brief comment: emmmmmmm The picture is a bit exciting, frantically exploring on the edge of being shielded.

Jiang Zuo, who swallowed the grapes, listened to 362's comments, and then realized how dangerous his behavior in front of the target was.

Looking at the target's appearance, Jiang Zuo hesitated: But if I turn around now, isn't it telling the target that I don't trust him...Will this delay the collection of shit value...?

But if he didn't turn around, Jiang Zuo, who was a little guilty in his heart, licked his mouth that was stained with grape juice, analyzed it carefully, and comforted himself that there should be no problem at all: ... In this world, how could someone treat me like this What about the cute pigs?And today, the cute piggy saved the dog man's life... Before the target was kidnapped, someone saved his life, and he has been looking for the savior for so long after that, which shows that he is a person who values ​​affection ...This time, I will definitely not attack the life-saving benefactor...

While trying to convince himself, Jiang Zuo kicked his short, fleshy hooves, trying to close the two hind hooves together, so as to block a certain sensitive part that might make the target's animality go wild.

Fu Shiyu stretched out a few fingers, just about to slowly spread the milky white body lotion squeezed on the pig's belly, Jiang Zuo quickly turned over to hide the soft belly under his body, and turned his back towards After defeating Fu Shiyu, Jiang Zuo conceded: Forget it, forget it, I can't afford to gamble...

Fu Shiyu brought back the little pig that was poking out its front hooves on the edge of the bed and was about to slip away, turned the pink little pig over with one hand, pinched his two front hooves waving wildly, and put the palm of the other hand It gradually stuck to Jiang Zuo's belly.

The man's hands are long and slender, with big palms, which can cover the entire pink belly of the miniature piggy underneath with one palm. The warmth of jade in his palms comes from across the belly, and he rubs against the belly with moderate strength. Up, rubbing, the man's fingertips brushed below the navel from time to time, Jiang Zuo struggled: ... man!Is this how you treat the lifesaver pig? !

While struggling, the dry hair towel wrapped around the pink piglet's head was scattered on the bed, and a corner fell in front of him, half covering his pink and tender chest. I can't explain the sensuality of being unclear, half-covered and half-revealed.

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face disappeared, he stopped what he was doing, and said in a calm voice: "...I know it's you."

The deep voice that fell in his ears was crisp and magnetic, Jiang Zuo's ears went numb, and then he looked at each other in confusion:? ? ?who? ? ?Well, brother, you can explain clearly... I can't answer if I don't understand clearly...

Seeing Jiang Zuo's confused look, Fu Shiyu withdrew his fingertips, his cheeks quickly turned cold, he pursed his lips, his elegant appearance was completely missing, and his eyes hidden behind the glasses were full of viciousness: "You shouldn't?" Did you forget...?"

Jiang Zuo: I don't know how to respond better, I can only show an embarrassed piggy smile jpg

Not long after Fu Shiyu's words fell, the chill on his face dissipated quickly. He regained his refined appearance, stretched out two fingers and gently pinched Jiang Zuo's nose, and said softly: "...It's okay."

"...you will remember." There was a slight smile on his face, but the words he spit out were icy cold.

Not knowing what the target wanted to think of, Jiang Zuo, who was not on the same communication channel at all, quickly got out of bed, curled up in his cozy little pig's nest with the quilt in his mouth, thinking about this thorny problem, and was finally swept away by sleepiness. Into dreamland.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Zuo vaguely heard a mechanical voice repeating loudly in his ear:

"...Police...Lack of...Oxygen...Exceeded..."

Jiang Zuo let out an impatient "嘻嘻", turned over a few times, and became slightly awake. With the awakening of consciousness, there were bursts of tightening sensation in his lungs, and the voice in his ear gradually became clear:

[...Warning...Warning...Hypoxia...Time...Exceeded...]

【……warn!warn! ...without oxygen for more than 45 seconds...! 】

The sound of the alarm ringing in his ear woke Jiang Zuo up, the lung cavity that lacked air continued to tighten, his eyes were blindfolded and he couldn't see anything, what was wrapped around his face made him panic, Jiang Zuo shook it vigorously. With his head down, he stumbled out of the piggy nest, twisted and rolled on the ground a few times in a panic.

After finally shaking off the quilt wrapped around his face, Jiang Zuo lay on the cool tiles and panted heavily.

Almost because of a bad sleeping position, the quilt covered his mouth and nose, becoming the first pig in history to be smothered to death by a quilt.

Thinking that the reason is not that simple, 362 carefully analyzed: ... Today's robbery should be the result of the intervention of the world consciousness. The host who invited the credit did not succeed in interrupting...

After finally surviving, Jiang Zuo, who started to feel sleepy again, lazily crawled back into the little pig's nest, and yawned: ... I won't admit it jpg

362 paused: Since the attempt failed, the culprit that caused all of this can only be eliminated, that is to say, the world has already noticed the existence of the host, and the next step may be to erase your existence.

Seeing that Jiang Zuo was very quiet and didn't speak, 362 thought Jiang Zuo was scared: But don't worry about the host... just try to be careful...

The little piggy curled up snored softly.

362: "..." Forget it, let's leave it at that.

Jiang Zuo attributed the almost suffocation to death by the quilt last night to his poor sleeping position and accidentally wrapped the quilt around his head, until the next morning when he walked to the side of the dining room and was almost crushed to death by a screen that fell down for no reason, eating At breakfast, he almost choked to death with milk, Jiang Zuo started to panic and asked 362: 2... What's going on... Is this world targeting my cute pig?

Knowing that his host didn't listen to a word last night, 362 had no choice but to patiently explain to Jiang Zuo that the intervention of world consciousness is a big problem that needs to be panicked.

Jiang Zuo, who suddenly became anxious, swallowed his saliva, breathed lightly, he bent down, looked around cautiously, chewed the food on his plate in small bites, and paid attention to any signs of trouble around him.

After breakfast, Jiang Zuo was brought into the tea room by Fu Shiyu, and accompanied him to cook tea.

The tea room was elegant and fragrant, and the impatient Jiang Zuo squatted on the opposite table, worrying about what would happen to him all morning.

The fragrance of tea is pervasive, the man pours the tea gracefully, Jiang Zuo arches his nose uneasily, and looks at the teapot from time to time, worried that the teapot will burst open suddenly due to the high temperature, and the scalding tea inside will spill out and scald him. After a while, he was worried that the lamp above his head would fall off and smash himself into a pig mud pie.

The light clink of the tea sets could also make him prick up his ears and stare vigilantly for a few seconds.

The startled Jiang Zuo survived the morning without any shoveling value in fear.

Jiang Zuo was very tired: ... 2 Ah, what should we do then, what the hell is this world aware of?

362: If the world wants to let the host go, there is only one way, and that is to return the plot to the original route.

Jiang Zuo nodded hastily: ... um, ok, I can listen to you!Then how to return?

362 who also couldn't answer: ...In short, the host should remember to be careful...

Jiang Zuo: ...This is not funny.

In the afternoon, Uncle Xu came to report that the pig's room was ready.

I thought it was a separate dormitory for the pet pig, but Mr. Fu changed his mind temporarily and asked him to change the small room into a fitness and entertainment room for the pig.

The left half of the room is entertainment equipment, a mini bouncing bed, a plastic bubble slide, hanging teething toys, and the right half is fitness equipment, a small pig treadmill, a balance ball for muscle training, and a special one. In the yoga area, there is a TV in front of the yoga mat, and there are many discs stacked next to it, all of which are videos guiding yoga.

Jiang Zuo: ...This is a slimming thing played by childish ghosts, I am no longer a child!

The aerobic fitness treadmill is specially made for pets. There are two low fences standing on both sides of the treadmill to protect pets from falling out and knocking on the side when they are exercising.

Seeing the round and smooth little ball pigs he ate, Fu Shiyu picked up Jiang Zuo, put him on the treadmill, and pressed the start switch with one finger.

Jiang Zuo's four short legs were thumping and striding vigorously on the treadmill, afraid that he would be rolled down, so he could only kick his legs desperately, bursting out with unprecedented energy and potential, and his limbs were almost as thick as they were. Dao phantom, from a distance, looks like a pink balloon suspended in mid-air.

[Congratulations to the host!The value of shoveling shit is 1! 】

The exhausted Jiang Zuo stuck out his tongue, and the breath he had just held in just now slackened with the beeping sound. The whole pig collapsed on the treadmill like a leaking balloon, sliding along the constantly sliding running belt. It fell down, like a puddle of pink mud spread out on the ground.

Jiang Zuo, who had only been running for less than a minute, lay panting on his stomach as if he had been squeezed dry: ... Huh... super... super tired der...

362 doesn't understand: The speed of collecting excrement points returned to normal yesterday, why is it so slow again today?

Jiang Zuo, who didn't hear any words of comfort, only knew that he was too tired to speak.

Before going to bed, he was supervised to do a fitness exercise again. After taking a bath, Jiang Zuo, who was exhausted and weak, plunged into the soft piggy nest, and woke up naturally the next day after sleeping.

On the second day, there were dark clouds outside, the wind was whistling, and the room was pitch black even if the lights were not turned on. When Jiang Zuo woke up, there was no one in the room, and the curtains were not even drawn.

The target is not on the bed, but usually he would open the curtains when he got up, he didn't know where Fu Shiyu went, Jiang Zuo jumped out of his little basket, the door of the room was not closed, he secretly rubbed his head out.

The corridor was very quiet, and there was no sound from downstairs.

The whole house was quiet, as if everyone had left after waking up.

Jiang Zuo decided to go downstairs to see what was going on, and then slowly moved half of the steps, and saw Uncle Xu coming up with a small tray in his hand.

Jiang Zuo, who walked halfway up the steps, could only turn his head halfway, and followed Uncle Xu back to the room.

Originally thought that Uncle Xu would take him to Fu Shiyu's place, but he didn't expect that when he got to the room, he started to bring out a warm breakfast from the tray and placed it in front of Jiang Zuo.

362 remembered: That's right!It was only two days ago that the host was reminded that today is an important day, please read the plot again.

Jiang Zuo licked the milk in small sips, while flipping through the plot, he suddenly realized: Today is... the day when the target was kidnapped when he was a child?

Uncle Xu bowed his head to get food for the little pig, and kept muttering regretfully: "...Hey, the master didn't have time to rescue the two mothers and children...It's a pity, madam..."

Jiang Zuo's ears perked up, combined with the plot, he figured it out: So... today is the anniversary of the death of the target's mother?This is not mentioned in the book...

362: ...Can the host put extra attention on how to complete the main task?Now is the time when the target is vulnerable. At this time, the host only needs to be an angel piggy to comfort the target, and he will definitely get a lot of shit shoveling value!

Jiang·Angel Zhuzhu·Zuo thought it was reasonable, and walked around at Uncle Xu's feet, refusing to eat half of his breakfast.

Uncle Xu bent down and guessed: "...Did you miss Mr. Fu...?"

Jiang Zuo bounced vigorously on the back of Uncle Xu's shoe a few times, expressing his agreement with him.

In desperation, Uncle Xu hugged Jiang Zuo, "He's a loyal little fellow... It's a good thing for you to comfort Mr. Fu... Every year at this time, Mr. Fu locks himself in the attic..."

"How about this, let me put on the diaper and skirt for you first, and then go to Mr. Fu?"

Jiang Zuo: ...I don't think it's very good.

Uncle Xu imitated the nurse sister's technique yesterday and wrapped Jiang Zuo in diapers. When he turned him around, Uncle Xu's hands froze, his tone shocked: "...is it male?"

"That... since Mr. Fu meant it..." After thinking about it, Uncle Xu continued to wrap Jiang Zuo's diapers against his conscience, put on a small skirt, and then took Jiang Zuo up to the attic.

It gets darker as you go up, the lights in the stairwell have not been turned on, and when you reach the attic, a gust of wind comes from nowhere, and it creaks the door that is not closed and opened with a small crack. Uncle Xu breathes lightly and leaves Jiang Zuo into a dark room.

In the darkness, a little orange spark was half-bright, and there was a man sitting on the rattan flower chair by the floor-to-ceiling window. A lit cigarette, looking out the window in silence.

In the dark room, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the air pressure in the room was slightly low, and there was a faint smell of smoke floating around in the room. The man just sat there without saying a word, but there was a hint of decadence Come, it makes people feel as if the elegant layer of skin has been torn off, revealing the suffocating festering mud underneath.

The room was pitch black, and a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the room miserably.

Following this short-lived light, Jiang Zuo could clearly see all kinds of instruments of torture hanging on the walls of the attic.

Jiang Zuo took a step back, turned his head, and the door behind him had been closed.

Hesitant and helpless Jiang Zuo lay on the door:! ! !Come on!Save the pigs! !