"You, what kind of monster are you?" The thing poked its head out of its sleeping bag and shuddered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out to be an unkempt homeless man, and the homeless man was terribly frightened.

Wesley didn't speak, he just shone his glowing, eyeless eyes into the face of the homeless man, and he looked for traces of a young pigeon on that face.

"You, you, what are you going to do?"

Wesley still didn't speak, he carefully recognized that the face that had not been cleaned for many years was at least fifty years old, and it was a European face, and it was not the boy who listened to his voice!

"This, this, it's not a dream!" The homeless man rubbed his eyes in confusion, and then he cried out uncontrollably:

"What the hell...... Hell ......"

The homeless man slipped through Wesley's armpit and quickly ran out of the platform.

Wesley pursed his lips and smiled disdainfully.

The homeless man ran away, but his shrill shouts still echoed across the subway platform.

Wesley turned around and walked towards the tunnel to the right, he walked very slowly, if there was anything in this tunnel, he would have heard the tramp's throat come out a long time ago, but except for his footsteps, everything was so quiet that Wesley could hear his own breathing.

Wesley didn't lift the mask, his eyes swept back and forth on the dimly lit platform like searchlights, his arms still slightly open and ready to go, his uncle told him that danger was everywhere on the way to find Dragonper, so he had to be vigilant at all times, especially in such a strange place.

Wesley approached the tunnel step by step, his eyeless gray-blue eyes shining into the opening.

With a "s......queak", an object suddenly flew towards him from the hole, and he stretched out one of his wings at lightning speed, and the thing "squeaked" and rolled onto the rails.

Wesley looked over with his glowing electric eyes, and it turned out to be a rat with a burst brain.

Wesley spread his wings and flew to the entrance of the cave in one step, how could a mouse fly out of it without anyone inside?

Wesley's electric eye went straight into the tunnel, and he saw a bearded man standing inside, looking around in a panic.

"You threw that rat?" Wesley shone his face with glowing eyes.

The man didn't answer, and Wesley saw a cold light coming towards his face, and Wesley stepped out of the cave, and the man staggered out of the hole, and with a "boom" a dagger fell to the ground.

Wesley flew over and picked up the man who had fallen so far away.

"Why are you doing it to me?" Wesley looked at his face in the light, but the man was looking around in confusion.

"First of all, sir, I'm a homeless man, and I really don't have anything for you!"

Wesley muttered to himself, and although the man was a little frightened, he seemed to be blind to his eyes and wings.

"I ask again, why did you do it to me?" Wesley ignored him, but lifted him higher.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I heard someone shouting, and in a hurry, I grabbed something and went out! I felt a light in the hole and instinctively pulled out my dagger...... I'm sorry, sir! ”

"No, my dear Mr. Pigeon, can't you even hear my voice?"

"What, what, sir, please put me down, please!"

Wesley put him down and shook his hand in front of his eyes, but he didn't react much.

On closer inspection, his eyes were looking in his direction, but they looked like they weren't looking at anything, and were listening more to the movements around him with their ears.

"Zhongli!!" Wesley yelled.

"What, what?" The man looked around in a daze.

"You are the pigeon Zhongli!!" Wesley yelled.

"I'm not Zhongli, I'm not Zhongli! Sir, you have misunderstood! The man's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand.

Wesley spread his wings and flew back to the hole, and in the light of the electric eye he saw a small duffel bag and a handful of ukuleles.

He quickly opened his bag, which contained nothing but a few tattered shirts, and he picked up the ukulele and threw it over to the man who had staggered to the top of the stairs.

Wesley carried him back to the platform like a chicken, and Wesley flicked the ukulele in his ear.

"What do you say this is? You're not Zhongli who are you?? You're blind, but I'm not! Do you still want to be deaf? I hope that will be done to you!! Wesley roared, angrily plucking the poor strings of that instrument in his ear!

The man crouched on the ground with his ears covered.

"Please, please, please! Zhongli is dead! Zhongli is dead!! The man shook his head in pain.

"You stand up for me and tell me what's going on?" Wesley brought the ukulele to the ground.

"Okay, I'll tell you!" The dagger that the man had fumbled for on the ground suddenly picked it up and stabbed it in Wesley's direction.

Wesley gave only a slight gesture, and the man fell to the ground again.

Just then, the subway train was already coming from the depths of the tunnel, and Wesley's sharp eyes saw that it had no intention of slowing down.

Wesley carried the man's neck and floated down the railroad tracks: "Do you imagine that rat's brain burst just now?" ”

Wesley stuck his head into the railroad tracks.

Although the man's eyes were not bright, his ears could hear the real sound of the train entering the station.

"Mr. Earl, help!" The man kicked and shouted.

"Where's Longpo?" Wesley doesn't talk to him and goes straight to the point!

"Ma Weiguo......" Before he finished speaking, the train rushed past with the wind brushing his scalp.

After this fright, the man was paralyzed as mud.

Wesley pinched his man, and the man came to his senses.

"Mr. Earl, I, I can't live with you......"

"Okay, pick up your things and follow me, as long as you explain it to me, I'll give you something to eat. But if you want to betray me like you did, you should know what happened to those pigeons! ”

Wesley placed him in an old apartment, where the original landlords had moved out and rented out the old premises to new immigrants, legal and illegal, who had come to Paris through various channels.

Letting this pigeon live in such a place would not be an eyesight.

Wesley watched from the room as he fumbled his face and shaved.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It's all that Longpo, if I didn't hide fast, my eyes would be all gone, but fortunately, there is still a little bit of light." Wesley understood the power of Dragonper, and he wasn't lying.

After the man cleaned up, he showed a handsome face, he was no longer the boy with a childish face a few years ago, but looked very old.