Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

For Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, his current situation is really not good. This is the horror he felt again after Guoyuan's death.He is like a frightened mouse, hiding in a dark corner, alert to all possible dangers.However, even so, it is still difficult for him to escape the dark cloud of terror that hangs over his head.After all, there is a natural difference between him and the predator - that is the monster named 'Heaven'.

The man with black hair and golden pupils has just woken up from a deep night's sleep. His long hair like a crow's feathers is disheveled behind him and scattered on the bed. His loose dark bathrobe reveals a small piece of white chest. He looks at it expressionlessly. Looking at the book suspended in the air in front of him, it seems that there is an invisible hand, writing something quickly on it, and even adding illustrations leisurely.

Mr. Fumeng watched Kiwu Tsuji's struggle with cold eyes. To humans, he is indeed terrifying, but to him, he is just a mouse that is better than ants. In the final analysis, he is not a threatening guy.This world is also too chaotic. The fusion of the two worlds allows him to have two world consciousnesses, just like two cats who have been invaded in their territory. Just fighting each other and baring their teeth has exhausted all their minds. , let alone manage the rules of the world.

The man lifted the quilt and stood barefoot on the tatami. The book suspended in the air automatically floated at a height that he could see, probably because he knew the man's character. Remind him not to ignore himself.Mr. Fumeng didn't focus on it, "Don't follow me." He threw down a sentence, found towels and other things, and decided to go to a hot spring.

The light of the wronged book dimmed, trying to follow.But it was stopped by Fumeng's emotionless Jin Tong, "You, do you want to fall into the water?" This sentence stopped it, and finally returned to the table reluctantly.

Mr. Fumeng sighed, and walked slowly towards the direction of the hot spring.

The air in the morning was a little cold, and the shallow light was not dazzling, but it was enough to illuminate everything.At this time, it was still quiet, and even the chirping of insects had stopped, but after a while, the place would become lively.

Opening the door, Fumeng found that someone was already in the hot spring.

"So early?" He asked aloud, the warm spring water wrapped his skin, and every pore was relaxed, making people want to sigh.Fumeng walked slowly to the other side, raised his eyebrows when he saw the other side's face clearly, "It's really rare to see you like this." He was talking about a drug seller, his light golden hair was stained with water vapor On the side of the face, the bewitching makeup on the face was wiped off, revealing a handsome face.

The drug seller turned his head slightly, "It's just a coincidence." He looked down at the face reflected in the water, his light blue pupils were full of water, "After all, makeup is not waterproof." Even though he said that, he couldn't remember it. Taiqing hadn't seen this face for a long time.The red lines seemed to be soaked in the flesh and blood.Fumeng leaned against the stone behind her, her bright golden pupils didn't have much emotion, "Although your makeup is a little strange..." He said slowly, his state has been like this for the past few days , like a retired old man. "However, it is a kind of red pattern makeup..." Red pattern makeup is also called god pattern makeup. Many gods have red pattern makeup, which is a symbol of gods, and it is also similar to that of monsters. The markings are very similar.

Having said that, Mr. Fumeng stretched out his hand and touched the bottom of his eyes. The most obvious manifestation of his power lies in his eyes.Depending on the strength, it will appear in different colors.Although it is golden yellow now, in fact, a long, long time ago, when he was still a human being, he had a pair of black pupils, but now that color is rare.

Even if the two men who are not good at words stay quietly, there is no awkward atmosphere that other people think. It is like a breeze blowing, autumn leaves falling and floating in the water, everything is kept silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the medicine seller heard the sound of water coming from her side. She opened her eyes, turned her head to look, and saw a black-haired man holding a small white jade wine glass in his hand, "Drink?" The white jade wine bottle is placed in a small wooden basin, being heated by the hot spring through the water.The other cup inside was obviously for him.The drug seller let out a laugh, and said softly, "Then, it's better to be respectful than obey your orders."

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When Hu Dieren received the news of the crow, she was a little helpless and a little bit clear. She said to the ghost who was invited to the ghost killing team—Miss Zhushi: "Mr. Yaolang, I probably won't be able to come today." What conspiracy did the ghost killing team have, and it turned out that she was really only invited to come over to study the medicine that can turn ghosts back into humans and the poison that can kill ghosts, so she stayed quite at ease.After all, it is really difficult to find like-minded people, let alone her identity is a ghost.

Zhu Shi laughed after hearing Hu Dieren's words, "Mr. Yaolang really cares about you." Zhu Shi had never met Mr. Fu Meng, and the only understanding he had was from other people's mouths, but it didn't hinder She has a vague impression of men.He looks slender and weak, but is actually a very powerful person.Zhu Shi was dazed for a moment, but he quickly adjusted.She heard Hu Dieren sigh, "Mr. Yaolang really cares about him, maybe his condition is not good." As a doctor, Hu Dieren has a natural intuition. In this world, there are only a few born monsters after all. More human.She had a feeling that Mr. Yaolang also vaguely mentioned that Mr. Fumeng was probably a human being at one time.

After thousands of years of loneliness, madness, the experience of being cut apart from the same kind, no matter what, it will always leave traces.Hu Die-ren is not someone who Xia Huan casually listens to other people's news, nor is the drug dealer who casually tells the news, so Hu Die-ren only draws such a conclusion from a few words, but in fact, it is very close.

The body of Fumeng is like a container that has been forcibly shaped into a fixed frame. Every time it receives new power, the original container must be roughly destroyed before recasting. This is not only a great harm to the body, but also to the spirit. The same goes for damage.

Although the current man seems to have nothing special, in fact, the drug seller still remembers the years when the other party was crazy, completely uncontrollable madness, and finally had to be forced into a deep sleep.During that time, it was indeed the years when he had the deepest experience of loneliness and worry.

The drug seller looked at the man who fell into sleep again, his eyes rested on the other's neck, and a small imprint was tentatively protruding from his head. He could imagine that if he took off the other's clothes, his whole back would definitely crawl. Full of fangs and claws.As a pharmacist, or even a doctor, he can clearly feel that the suppressive power of those medicines is decreasing bit by bit, and the abyss is slowly opening its dark eyes, revealing a terrifying and hideous face.

"What on earth do you want to do?" He whispered, obviously the only person who could listen besides him fell into a deep sleep.But he is not talking to himself, nor is he talking to a man, he is asking about 'day'.

But obviously, he won't get an answer.The only response to him was the air of silence. Even though the sun was just right outside, the room fell into an incomparably quiet place.The drug seller stretched out his hand, and paused for a few seconds beside Fumeng's cheek, and finally stroked a bunch of his scattered hair behind his ear, before closing his hand and leaving the room.

The orange kitten has shiny fur. It can be seen that it has been raised with care. It has grown up a lot and is chasing its own tail in the corridor. A kitten of this age always has inexhaustible energy With vitality, without any worries, find a sunny place to sleep when you are sleepy, bask lazily in the sun, find food when you are hungry, lick your fur from time to time, jump up and down, carefree.

"Cat." The drug seller yelled, neither he nor Fu Meng planned to name the kitten, so that's fine.The cat stopped chasing its tail, sat obediently on the spot, and let out a soft cry, which was regarded as an answer to him.The drug seller walked over, knelt down, and scratched the cat's chin with gentle eyes, "Don't bother him." The cat seemed to understand his words, it flicked its tail, stood up, covered with a light like sunshine The blond-haired man was hugged in his arms, and one person and one cat walked towards the edge of the courtyard.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Meow~"

"Really, dried fish."

"Meow~"

"Fumeng, he will play with you."

One person and one cat obviously use different languages, but they can chat quite smoothly. The two guys seem to be talking about something, and the cat meows. If it is on the ground, it must be in a hurry. Yaolang's reaction was quite peaceful, he laughed a few times in a low voice, the voice that can make women blush, in the cat's ears, it can't compare to its favorite dried fish.

"He won't compromise."

The drug seller stroked the cat in his arms, and finally they sat down on the edge where the sun was falling.The cat that automatically rolled itself into a ball flicked its tail, and its round eyes carried the unique cuteness and cleverness of animals.The drug seller scratched its chin lightly with his hands. Although this cat was discovered by him, it unexpectedly gets along well with Fumeng and always sticks to Fumeng's side. Only at such times does it reluctantly run away. Come to yourself.how to say?The drug seller feels that his mood is a bit complicated, obviously he is not the type that will be hated by animals, and it can even be said that he is quite loved by animals, because his aura is more peaceful than that of Floating Dream.

Don't look at Fumeng writing with a pen and paper all day long, but her breath is always violent and chaotic, although she is much better now.If you want to give an example, it is to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.Animals are very perceptive, but this cat is a bit of an exception.The drug seller gently pinched its paw pads, "You, too, have chosen a difficult path."

Either he, or it.

【If this road is full of thorns, even so, keep going.

もしこの道が藏の道に広がっていたら, それでも, ずっと歩き続けます. 】

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The classes these days are devils! ! ! ! TT