F could only press his bloody thumb on the contract, and the wound touched the paper, and grinned in pain.

This is a promising prospect, and it's a thousand cats to cut~

Xining watched coldly, and after the contract disappeared, she opened the fan and shook it gently: "Generally speaking, it will take effect tomorrow morning. But based on the principle of considering customers, you can go home now and sleep beautifully."

Not only nightmare, but all dreams are inseparable from him from now on. His remaining life will have no dreams, and there will be no dreams. Of course, it is better not to have dreams, but what he wants is sleep.

"Really?" F was ecstatic and walked out directly. The cats outside stopped looking at them, after all, sleeping was more important.

Nightmare was so happy. No matter how he calculated, his three-year life expectancy commission was inevitable. He had not gained faith for so long, and now he could eat it for three years as soon as he opened it.

Xining said to Nightmare: "If you have something to do in the future, please contact me."

If Pluto hadn't been by his side, Nightmare would have wanted to stay and contact him well, and give him more orders in the future.

Pluto sat down opposite her: "You are even more cruel than me, ten years!"

"I feel like I'm losing money when I have a ten-year lifespan." Xining raised her hand, took an empty cup, and helped Pluto pour coffee.

"Woo woo..." Porridge lies beside him, making a dissatisfied voice.

"What's wrong?" Xining put down the coffee pot and picked up the porridge with both hands.

Porridge was held and faced with her. Her eyes were watery and she almost cried when she was sad.

Xining smiled and said, "It's just that he can sleep well. Your commission has not been completed yet, and then it's just beginning. With the ability, he will sleep all his life and don't wake up."

The porridge immediately understood it, and suddenly became happy. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and let out a sweet "meow" sound.

Pluto has already added milk and made coffee: "Isn't it over yet?"

"This kind of scum is also unnecessary to live. Of course, you can squeeze out as much value as you can." Xining put down the porridge, picked up the coffee and drank: "This order should be continued in the underworld. Please let the gods who can dream come over."

Since there is still profit, Pirates will certainly help, after all, he can get a lot. After asking about the next situation, he summoned the Dream God of Creation.

F returned home, took a shower, plucked up the courage to turn off the lights and went to bed.

The thick and ink-like night covers the earth, and tonight the thick velvety black clouds fill the sky, and there is no starlight or moonlight.

In the darkness, there are many demons and monsters lying dormant, allowing the whole city to return to peace early.

Xining lay on the bed, touching the porridge head next to her, comforting it: "Don't worry, look at what I did first, and then decide whether to seek revenge on him. Don't worry, only evil people can be beaten by evil people, so this is better retribution."

The porridge didn't make a sound, and it slightly blew its furry ears to indicate that it had heard it.

Xining smiled, turned off the light beside the bed, held the porridge, and quickly hugged the furry ball and fell asleep.

F sleeps very soundly, and G is also sleeping in her sleep.

The next morning, G woke up and did not get up immediately. He lay down and recalled the dream he had last night. For him, it should be a beautiful dream. He got a cat, but he had promised not to abuse the cat anymore, otherwise his father would not be able to spare him.

So he called F. For some reason, F actually coincided with the cat. The cat floated into F's body and disappeared, leaving only the helpless F.

The cat is gone, only F is left, so he...

Almost one night, he used all kinds of equipment on F, which made him excited like he had never felt before, which made him more excited than abuse of cats or watching videos. There was even a sticky pool on the bed.

How could I do such a thing to F? Maybe this guy has caused several self-abuse videos.

F seems to live alone. If he... can't do it, it's a person, it's a person!

G quickly gave up his thoughts, but when they came out, it was difficult to restrain them, and soon made a comeback and became more and more intense.

Xining was disgusted and turned around. It was enough. One was more scumbag than the other, and one was more damn.

The dream god of shape left the crystal ball and sat back to the coffee table. The phantom in the crystal ball disappeared. What was just revealed was the dream that F's big money owner G had last night.

"I just gave the beginning, and the rest were his reactions with the flow, proving that he wanted to do this." The specialty of the Dream God in Modeling is that he is good at transforming into a human image. He is the head of the Three Thousand Dream Gods. The dreams he created are of course quite realistic.

Xining thought for a while: "Continue."

"Okay!" The God of Styling Dream held the small biscuit: "Can you help me make some? I know you have made a lot for Death, but he hid it and couldn't find a piece."

This god of death... The handsome guy with a pale face appeared in Xining's mind. It turned out to be a stingy guy.

When the dream god left, Xining handed him a bag: "You come here to get it in the future, I will collect money. When you make money, you can go to the Kitchen God. She now opens a restaurant and a pastry shop. The things she made must be better than me, and the 30% discount for the gods."

"I understand." The dream god walked away happily with the cookies, anyway, it's free this time.

F slept for twenty hours in one sleep. He was so hungry that he was so hungry that he was so nervous that he got up and went to the bathroom, ate some food, and fell down to continue sleeping.

When I had enough sleep, it was noon on the third day.

I'm going to school to attend classes, and missing too many classes will affect the credits. It's different if I sleep well, and I feel so comfortable. Only hungry people know the value of food. As long as I can have a good sleep and make him willing to do anything, he would rather die than die if he goes on.

He walked to the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

He was brushing his teeth and suddenly stopped. He looked at himself in the mirror in surprise. He thought the mirror was so he reached out and wiped the smooth and cold mirror twice. The mirror was fine, but he had a problem.

After sleeping for two days, the flesh that may have lost has not grown back, but my energy should have recovered a lot. But in the mirror, I have pale face and thin skin, and there are deep wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. Even if I don’t smile, I will hang it there; the nasolabial folds on my mouth are like a knife carving. Looking at my hair, there are already silver threads, and there are still a lot of them.

He gritted his toothbrush and looked left and right in front of the mirror, but what he saw was no longer like he was just in his early twenties, but he looked at him at least thirty-five or six years old and was overdrawn.

He must have not had a good sleep a few days ago, and it must have been yes. After two days, he will recover after sleeping well... He comforted himself, brushed his teeth, and washed his face with water.
Chapter completed!