my monster girlfriends

Miss Yu: Uh-huh, I have a girlfriend whom I haven't seen for a long time.

Mr. Yang: Then I guess...you definitely won't let me go with you.

Miss Yu: (glances at me)... What are you going to do at our girls' party?

Mr. Yang: That's it... (Thinking for two seconds) Then I'll go back to the room and play games for a while...

Ms. Yu: Hey hey——Isn’t the game attractive to me?Or do you not like this one?

Mr. Yang: Of course I like it... Or I don't have much appreciation for music, as long as it is danced by you, I will definitely like it... (Slight pause) The dance is very beautiful.

Miss Yu: I guess there is a but below.

Yang Gongzi: But you are also very beautiful...and you have a good figure, the curve of your calves, the curvature of your waist,...um.

Miss Yu: Speaking of this... (maybe shy, changed the subject) But what does it have to do with you going back to the house? !

Mr. Yang: (half a second of silence) Tonight... I am the only one at home. (pause) Just me, a man.

——We looked at each other for about two seconds, and then she understood what I meant...

Miss Yu: Er... (inexplicably flustered) Then... am I not going tonight?

Mr. Yang: I'm not the kind... who would make you give up certain friendships because of me.

Ms. Yu: Well... um... (Mumbled for a while, blushing inexplicably)...Actually...there is still a while before departure...well, so...

Mr. Yang: (some kind of anticipation is inexplicably born)

Miss Yu: ... Let's go play games together!

Mr. Yang: ...

Depend on! (from the heart)

——In the end, we played mirror together... Yes, this is a game that is not easy to pass the review.

And then, because of some impulse, she dove her best friend...

Walk to the end of the world with my beloved you: ordering all life and ashes

(four thousand words)

America, Washington.

Unlike the tense relationship between Xia Kingdom and the United States on the bright side, on the side of "Extraordinary", the relationship between the Countermeasure Bureau and the Watchers is not bad, and it can even be said to be pretty good.

History tells us that the quickest way for two huge political bodies to abandon their past and cooperate sincerely is to create a common enemy for them, such as natural disasters, alien races, or Saiyans with tails.

It's the same here. Although you have different skin colors, different cultures, and different languages, everyone has the word "human". As long as they are human, they have similarities. Guys, there is no need to talk about the morals of the rivers and lakes, everyone shoulders shoulders, anyway, they are not within the scope of human rights protection.

Different from the harmonious environment of the East Asian cultural circle, in the West, the opposition between humans and demons is quite obvious, and the number of conflicts is so frequent that if the demons did not have "alien memories", the extraordinary world would have been forced to expose... It is precisely because of , the news in this area is controlled to the level of "lace news", and at most it is used by some newspapers as a gimmick to attract attention. However, referring to its bad reputation, no one will believe the content on it. .

There are two main reasons for this situation.

For one thing, the entire West does not have Xue Sheng's invincible combat power. Although Arthur Norman is strong, he can at most protect the one-third of an acre of land in England. If there is more, it will be powerless... Sherlock Wilson, the president of the contemporary watchmen, was able to fight when he was young, but due to the special nature of his ability, compared to other gods, the life span of this president is not very long. Today, his body functions have not degraded , but relying entirely on the energy stored in the body to survive, once he fights with someone, he can't afford to lose his mana and his life.

As for why Xue Sheng didn't help...Politics is like the wall of the eighteen bans. Sometimes, it can't even become a real obstacle to some people; but on some occasions, it really blocks some people. things going on.

Secondly, among the demons and goblins in the west, there is no such thing as the Dragon Chi. Once it reaches adulthood, it will be designated as the race of the Demon Emperor... Here, the dragon species has been extinct for many years. If you want to become a king, you must do it Go up, or do it with real guns, because of this, the atmosphere of the entire Western Monster Race is quite chaotic, the battlefield is chaotic, and the private life is even more chaotic. If there is not a woman kidnapped here, a row of watchmen will come to the door there , the half-demon has already run everywhere.

However, today, this situation is about to improve...

Oren Mountain, which used to be a famous local scenic spot. It was named after the strange and dangerous rocks. There is a place on the top of the mountain called Lover’s Corner. It is an excellent place to appreciate the beauty of the sunset. Go to the top to ring the love bell. At that time, the bustling city will be dyed red by the sunset.

However, about half a year ago, a group of big men in uniforms and sunglasses who came out of the set of "The Matrix" blocked the place, and it was a 360-degree blockade without dead ends. Regardless of their status, as long as there is no proof, Whenever you get close, you will first be persuaded to leave by friendship, then you will be persuaded to leave by "friendliness", and then you will be "persuaded" to leave by friendship...

A while ago, there was a group of hippie hooligans. They didn’t know whether they were drinking or drinking. They were refused to enter several times, but they still refused to listen to persuasion and insisted on moving forward. The big man who looked like a jerk took out a shotgun from the box, loaded it, and exploded the tree next to him with one shot, and then calmly pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against the lower abdomen of the leader.

So that group of people calmed down... and that's right, because if they can't calm down, they should cool down.

This is undoubtedly the handiwork of the watchman, because at this time, this mountain has been occupied by the new "demon emperor" from the west. This demon emperor is a vampire. Gaba Gaba chewed, and then attacked the Watcher several times in succession, with a very aggressive style...

Sherlock dragged his broken body and shot once himself, beating him to death, but within a few days, the vampire reappeared and acted even more arrogantly. Later, he even blatantly changed from the "different dimension" of the demon clan Move it out and occupy the mountain as king.

For Sherlock, this move is like shitting on his neck. This young man was not a good-natured master, and he is not much better when he is old. Unfortunately, time makes people old, and there are still things in Watchmen. A lot... It's really not worth it to spend your life for this Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

But this does not mean that Sherlock has no solution, no, the "solution" is here...

"Entry is forbidden here."

The Terminator-like man stretched out his hand and stopped a middle-aged man.

The man was obviously stunned for a while, and he was not angry, but asked curiously: "You don't know me?"

"I don't know you." Dahan said in a calm tone, "Besides, it doesn't matter if you know him." He paused, "No matter who you are, whatever your identity... as long as you don't have proof, you can't enter."

"Hey, friend, don't be so rigid." The man laughed, "For men, 'you can't get in' is a very frustrating word..." When he said this, he still stretched out his hand and let go He put it into his coat pocket, and it looked like he was trying to get some cash or cigarettes out of it.

But... before he stretched out his hand, a big hand was already gently pressing on the elbow of that hand.

"I'm sorry, I won't accept cash or cigarettes." The big man said lightly, "There are no exceptions to my duty."

"Uh... Actually, when I was 40 years old, I seldom carried cash in any sense." The man said, "As for cigarettes, I do have them, but I brought them for special circumstances today. , I won't take it either."

As if he didn't feel the big man's hand, he took it out as if nothing had happened, and his movements were as easy as smoking a cigarette, but... from the swollen muscles of the big man, we can see that it's not that the big man didn't use his strength, but that he was right. As far as the former is concerned, the strength of the big man can almost be ignored.

Just when the big man was secretly nervous, thinking that the visitor was not good, and was ready to sound the alarm at any time... but he heard the man in front of him say:

"What I want to take is this."

He held a piece of white paper between his index finger and middle finger and shook it.

When the big man was looking at the piece of paper carefully, the man smiled and said, "Sherlock Wilson's certificate was issued by himself, and his signature is on it... You should not have the broken rule of 'the leader must change his name' at Sakurajima, right?" ?”

Naturally there is not, so the big man knows very well that Sherlock Wilson is the president of the Watchmen.

After going through various steps, the big man finally verified the authenticity of the proof. He politely apologized for his behavior just now, and the man waved his hand: "You also said, the responsibility lies."

"Although this topic may not be for me to ask... But I can know, what are you going to do when you go in?"

"Well... you can understand it as, to liberate the labor force."

The expression on the big man's face at this time was as if the words "I didn't understand" were written on it.

"It's very simple." The man smiled, "After tonight, you don't have to do everything possible to prevent people from entering this place by mistake..." He paused, "But... Let me explain in advance that something may happen to this mountain." These changes... It’s hard to describe, but you’ll know it later, and when the time comes, just watch and deal with it.”

After finishing speaking, regardless of the guard's expression, as if by magic, he took out a black dome hat from behind him, put it on his head in a rather chic way, and walked away...

......

Night, Mount Oren.

From the outside, the whole mountain looks the same as before, but in fact, the inside of the mountain is almost hollowed out.

At a glance, the solid mountain body has long been cut into a smooth stone surface, and soft, bright red light seeps out from the gap.

In that faint light, if we take a closer look, we can see... the interior of the mountain has already been decorated in a luxurious and noble style. If it wasn't too dark here, just looking at the decoration, it feels like a nobleman's inner house in the middle ages Some fight.

At this time, this "inner house" was very lively.

Under the light, there are graceful figures of beauties everywhere, whether they are serving tea, delivering water, in charge of massage, or guarding the gate... At first glance, they are all stunning in the world. Their complexion is pale, and their pupils are as red as red. Lips, in this dark-toned hall, are like perfect standing sculptures full of artistic sense.

And what they have in common is... as long as you open your lips, you can see that what is hidden there is not only a soft tongue full of temptation; there are also sharp fangs that can easily pierce the neck.

Obviously...these women are all blood race.

What's more obvious is...these beautiful vampires are serving the extremely handsome man sitting in the center of the hall right now.

He was a typical Western youth, with facial features that looked Greek.At this time, he was sitting in the arms of a plump, female vampire, with his upper body bare, showing his perfect abdominal muscles indifferently.

Unlike other vampires here, he doesn't have visible fleshy wings, or any other external features, not even fangs.

The only thing that can show the identity of the "blood family" is the charming red wine pupils that look like stars.

When I use some pen and ink to describe a characteristic, and then use some pen and ink to describe the appearance of a character, and explain that this guy does not have the above characteristics... You should know that this character is "awesome" place.

Yes, he is the "King"... not only in the blood race, but also in the entire Western monster race.

However, at this moment... the king raised his head and looked at the gate, his eyes fixed.

"Oh? It's actually a human..."

Here, in his "True Ancestor" territory, there should be no human beings.

In fact, at this time, inside this mountain, those "lamps", those "tables and chairs" are all "extensions" of this king. place, it will be immediately "contaminated" by his blood.

Either turn into ashes in the resistance, or become a vampire in the temptation, becoming...his "plaything".

That's how the beauties beside him came about, and they... Originally, they shouldn't be referred to as "she".

But Fang Xi did come in.

He didn't wear any protective clothing, just a windbreaker and a round cap on his head, and walked in as if he was shopping.

"Want to chat for a while?" Fang Xi didn't feel conscious of being a guest, so he asked as soon as he came in.

"Heh... Interesting."

Wang muttered this sentence, waved his hand, and then...the beauties all turned into scarlet blood, and sank to the ground like water droplets being thrown into the sea.

As a result, there were only two figures left in the huge hall.

"I guess you should have come to kill me."

Wang himself squeezed a grape from the tray next to him, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, "Oh yes, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes." Fang Xi took a cigarette case from his pocket, "One?" After a pause, "And... yes, I am indeed here to kill you."

"Oh, thank you."

Wang didn't worry about what medicine the other party put in the cigarette. He snapped his fingers, and a string of flames appeared from his fingertips.

"Before the fight... let me ask, are you sure you want to attack me?"

Fang Xi asked, "Why, do you think I can't beat you?"

"No, when you walked in, I knew... a monster like you, my chance of winning is zero, either infinitely close to zero, or zero."

Wang took a puff of cigarette, and in the mist, a smile appeared on his face, "But... being able to fight well and being able to kill him are two different concepts."

"Oh?" Fang Xi only replied with one tone, signaling the other party to continue.

"Fu—In fact, up to now, there are already many humans like you who have come to kill me, and among them, there are quite a few who can defeat me."

"And they all failed in the end?"

"That's right." The king said, "Human beings are too fragile...Even if they don't interfere, they will die for one reason or another."

"I guess, next, you should tell me about the superiority of vampires in race."

"First of all, it's not a vampire, it's a vampire." Wang said, "Then...yes, I really want to say this."

He smiled and flicked the cigarette ash, "Look at this mountain... At this moment, the entire interior of the mountain is covered with my blood, no matter how many times you beat me... as long as there is still a drop of blood , I can be reborn."

Fascinated, he reached out to the sky, "This is wonderful, right? Powerful, reborn...eternal."

Fang Xi took out a cigarette, his expression was like that of a clown sitting in a circus watching the stage:

"Finished?"

"Oh?" Wang said, "That means you haven't given up on killing me, have you?"

"Correct."

"Hehe..." At this time, the voice of this guy who claimed to be a blood race had turned cold, "Then have you ever thought...you can't kill me, but you will be eaten by me instead?"

Fang Xi's response was still short and calm:

"No."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Wang said coldly, "Aren't you going to do it?"

"Ha ha……"

At this time, Fang Xi smiled.

His smile is beautiful, and it can be seen from this smile that he was popular with girls when he was young.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he lit it slowly, and said, "Actually... I have never smoked, because my wife doesn't like the smell of cigarettes very much, and I don't have this hobby..."

Wang asked cooperatively, "Then...why are you smoking here again?"

"If I really want to say it... it should be because of the sense of ritual."

"A sense of ceremony?"