After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

It started raining again.

The white dragon coiled in the lake water, occasionally moved, and the tip of its tail came out of the water and quickly retracted.

It is always paying attention to the situation in this world, ensuring that even the slightest news of defection fragments will be known immediately.

Luanbu lay in front of the huge French windows, watching the raindrops of all sizes falling, spinning the pen and thinking about composition in boredom.

Zhong Ye was lying on the coffee table behind him and doing math problems seriously. Five or six short puppets surrounded him, serving tea and water, and running around courteously.

The shikigami people in charge of cleaning in the manor hid in front of the eaves, sheltering from the rain with the birds.

The sky was very low, like a cardboard box squashed by an overweight orange cat, which would collapse at any moment, as if it was a sign of something.

Luanbu squinted his eyes, and followed a huge raindrop to the ground. In an instant, it shattered into thousands of tiny water droplets dancing together, bouncing and disappearing in the grass.

He wondered, would there be an orange cat elf with wings emerging from the grass on a rainy day?

Maybe he just couldn't see it.So I grabbed the pen and unconsciously drew a fat orange cat with flapping wings on the paper. After thinking about it, I added a cute feather hat on it.

The weather in the manor is connected to the outside world.

Yokohama is also raining.

On the sofa, the voices of the guardians were struggling to squeeze out a few words from the sound of the rain.

"The leader of PortMafia has fallen ill... Other forces in Yokohama are starting to stir."

It's rainy and cold, and it's only normal for someone to get sick.Especially the leader is old, the elderly are more likely to get sick than the young.

Even if the leader immediately issued a gag order, the news would inevitably leak out.

Hidden in the darkness, something more terrifying than a monster emerged from a corner, and it was densely written with hearts and minds.

When this monster appeared, even the flowers and plants immediately hid their thoughts, not daring to be known by it.

The black cat's crystal-clear green eyes couldn't see the whole monster, and black chains bound his heart and whipped him.

Lord Ranpo is not happy.

Maomao writes casually, finishes the composition in a perfunctory manner, and runs to the guardian who is drinking tea and enjoying the rain on slippers, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

Yucheng put down the teacup, took the thin sheet of homework, and paused for a moment on the blue-eyed orange cat waving the star staff.

Because of the curse of destroying the world, his physical fitness became very poor, and he remained at a level where he could neither die nor live well.

Therefore, I put on a thick fox fur early in the cold and rainy days, and I seem to live in two seasons with everyone in the family.

The young man's blue eyes glowed softly, and in Luanbu's expectant eyes, the gentle guardian smiled and said to him: "Unqualified."

"why?!"

Ranbu Maomao couldn't believe it: "Mr. Yucheng, you clearly understand it!"

Yucheng Baiyu still had that gentle smile: "I do understand. But, Luanbu, I hope that you rely on the words you write to express your meaning, rather than the spiritual understanding of other people's hearts, is that okay? "

"If you really can't do it, you can find a chicken, throw some rice on the keyboard and let it write for you. I believe it will be able to express it more clearly than you."

Ranbu Maomao was hit hard, and went back to rewrite with a face full of dissatisfaction, and the guardian's devil-like gentle voice came from behind: "I hope that the composition you wrote can be understood at least in middle school, otherwise I will really lose it." Let Kim find a chicken to be your writing teacher."

Luanbu Maomao dragged his voice angrily, "Know it!"

Maybe getting angry can help increase efficiency?

Luanbu writes like a god, quickly writes a new composition, and slaps it in front of Zhongye with a "snap".

"Hurry up and understand! Ranpo-sama still has important things to do!"

Zhong didn't bother with him, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it slowly.

"What did you write?"

Obviously, he knows every word above, and can barely understand even a sentence. Why do these sentences become... so indescribable after forming a paragraph?

It’s as absurd as a crocodile stepping on a watermelon skin and slipping on two feet for the first time on shore, or as terrifying as seeing a moon with a human face, to the extent that it can make people have nightmares.

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it. I'll definitely have nightmares if I hear it. And isn't your so-called important thing just secretly looking for the Keruli that Mr. Jin made before? It's not important at all!"

Chuya, who was expressionless, said so.

"It's too much! It's too much! Isn't Master Ranpo writing clearly enough? Zhong is also an idiot!!"

Relying on stalking, Luanbu reluctantly postponed the composition until tomorrow, complaining to the "netizens" he met through glass beads.

That day in the basement, after finding the glass bead, he accidentally discovered that he could talk to an unknown voice through the bead.

"It's a very common communication bead, a type that has been completely eliminated."

"It's no different from a walkie-talkie in this world, I don't know where to receive the signal."

"No harm."

After the guardians made such a conclusion, they left the beads for Ranpo to play with.

As a result, Ranbu Maomao has a magical "net friend".

The other party seemed to be stuck there and couldn't get out, and the voice was still very immature, probably a child of the same age as Zhong.

"But Tsushima-kun is much smarter than Chuya! Chuya is an idiot!"

"Hehe, but I can knock you, a smart man, into the ground with one punch."

Cats bicker everyday.

"Ah, speaking of which, Owl-san seems to know a netizen too. It's a person named Jusuta Tara, who is not from the same world as us."

Luanbu enthusiastically shared the secrets he discovered with his friends.

"Really? Besides our world, is there another world? I really want to see it."

The glass beads flickered, and the childish and soft voice came from the other end.

The owl mentioned by Ranbu Maomao is scurrying all over Yokohama, walking ghosts.

Near Leibo Street before, they once snatched a ghost knight's mount.

Yucheng Baiyu speculates that this team of ghost knights may be an advance team sent by a certain world fragment, and they can be kept and used to catch big fish.

What the owl is doing now is muddying the water so that the big fish have a chance to take the bait.

He quickly passed over the narrow high wall, the sound of the collision of heavy armor and the sound of horseshoes passing through the thick rain curtain, shattering the crystal clear boundaries of reality.

Going around the ruins affected by the explosion a few days ago, the boy's footsteps suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze pierced the junction between night and dusk, and fell on Sanhua, who turned his back to him and tried to disguise himself as another cat.

you again!Teacher Sanhua! !

Do you also need a cat to watch the night? !

If the human design can be collapsed, the owl really wants to growl at the cat like this.

However, the reality was that he could only pick up the cat that was sheltering from the rain under the ruins, and skillfully stuff it into the pocket under the cloak.

"Sorry teacher, the situation is critical now, please leave with me first."

brat!This can be recognized, is the sensor radar installed on the body? !

Sanhua, who didn't have time to answer at all, stretched out her paw depressedly and pressed the boy's hand.

The boy suddenly jumped up, turned sharply and kicked back the silver spear that was shooting towards him. The silver light was as fast as lightning, and with the thunder that suddenly exploded in the sky, a skeleton was knocked off the horse.

He rushed up to the roof very quickly, slid all the way down the drainage pipe behind the house, and hid in the narrow alley several times like a bird.

The standing trees bared their teeth and claws in the strong wind, and the conscientious guardians drank off the unwilling ghosts and drove them back from the dim world to the hell of white mist.

Under the cover of the trees, the boy in the gray cloak melted into the distant night, flickered a few times and disappeared like a real ghost.

Owl covered the cloak and walked silently on the muddy road.

This is a slum.

A chaotic place as famous as Leibo Street.

It is even more dilapidated and chaotic than Leibo Street.

His reputation for beating ghosts on Leibo Street obviously hasn't spread here yet, and there are many malicious looks from the dark alleys, dilapidated houses, and even the gaps where debris is piled up.

Or even if they know that the dwarf in the cloak in front of him may be a dangerous person, these walking dead living in hell on earth will not hesitate to bet on the slightest possibility.

It won't take long for someone to lose their temper.

No way, the sterling silver badge on the young man's body, the gem buckle with exquisite patterns, and the precious cloak that won't get wet in the rain symbolize everything they yearn for the most.

——As long as they can rob this guy, even if it's just a button, it's enough for them to live a happy life with good food and drink.

Got caught by a mad dog.

Owl frowned. The poor environment in the slum made the cleanliness boy feel extremely bad, and now a group of dirty guys appeared to try to rob him.

"no……"

The boy let out a sigh of relief, "You can't do anything to ordinary people."

The power of this vest is just right for killing monsters, and ordinary people who don't have special powers may be able to send them away with a single punch.

Unless he was performing a necessary task of destroying the world, Owl didn't really want to kill people.

He hated the sticky feeling of blood staining his hands.

It's a pity that he didn't have a weapon in his hand. He shouldn't have kicked that ghost's gun back just now.

As for the dagger?Hehe, he doesn't want to get close to dirty guys! !

Feeling the stench of the wind behind his head, the owl suddenly turned around, retreated, raised its legs, and broke the rusty iron rod contaminated with unknown filth with one kick.

The broken half scraped the attacker's face and knocked off the roof of the dilapidated building behind.

The sound of wooden boards and broken iron sheets falling to the ground temporarily covered the sound of rain, and the air was blank for a moment.

The assailant took a trembling step back, and heard the gurgling of the Adam's apple of all the maned dogs who coveted the boy, including himself.

The uncomfortable sight is gone.

Owl looked at the destroyed building, and realized belatedly that he seemed to have broken someone else's home.

Although he left like this, no one dared to stop him, but as expected...

The boy silently walked towards the small and dilapidated building that could not even be called a house.

The tattered door panel collapsed due to the previous movement, and there seemed to be no need to knock on the door.

Without the cover of the "roof", the rain poured into it mercilessly.

Owl heard a faint coughing sound.

The person living inside seemed to be a frail child.

Owl: "..."

A little guilty, and a little guilty, how can I break it?