I'm really not interested in eating with a bunch of youkai. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's not because I'm human, they're youkai. It's because it's more fun to watch them eat than it is for me to eat it myself.

"My lord, don't you want to eat?"

"No, it was meant to be eaten for you."

"Your ......, my lord"

"If you talk nonsense, you won't eat it."

Seeing that the flames in the skull's eye socket were about to fill the entire eye socket again, I quickly stopped him from speaking. As soon as he got emotional, it went on and on. I don't want him to ruin my fun.

The skull stopped talking, and finally ate obediently under my gaze and stopped talking.

"Hey, hey, that Coke chicken wing is mine, you've already eaten three!"

"Youyou, you don't even have a mouth, how did you eat this thing?"

"Do you eat fish or pickled peppers, the fish are all poked by you!"

……

A few monsters are fighting for each other, making noise, and they just turned a deserted meal into a lively New Year's dinner.

I laughed, picked up my notebook and wrote:

Today is Saturday, April 24th, and the weather is fine, 23 degrees.

I'm in a slightly better mood today. There's a bunch of rude monsters who come to my house to eat and drink again. There was a little more life in the cold room, not as hot as the sun, but it just warmed my heart.

This is the 20th day of my husband's departure, and I am still doing some dispensable things and saying some dispensable things as usual.

Camellias blooming on the windowsill.

Sir, I miss you.

……

Ever since my husband left, I've had the habit of keeping a diary. Sometimes the mood strikes and I write a few thousand words. Sometimes a few words are passed away.

I'm going to keep this journal and show it to him when my husband comes back. so that he may know how much I resent him, blame him, day by day...... Prefer him.

It's a good thing that distance produces beauty.

"My lord, do you want coffee?"

I was sitting on the windowsill in a daze, when a skull came over with a dining cart and handed me a cup of coffee.

I took it and drank it down, only to remember that I had decided not to touch any more food that the skull had given me.

I looked at the skull's white-gloved hands, glanced at his face that would occasionally burrow centipedes, and let out a long sigh in my heart.

Forget it, even if a centipede falls into the coffee, it is just an adjunct to the coffee.

When did I become so informal?

"My lord, why did you drink it all in one go? Do you want this dessert? ”

"Drink it slowly, you have to be bitter slowly, drink it in one go, and it will be bitter for a while. Beef drink or light drink, it all depends on the mood. ”

"Then I'll throw this cake away."

"Whatever you want."

"By the way, my lord, do you see what the brush is coming to?"

"Oh, I forgot, you can bring it to me."

The sound of the wheels turning quietly, and it was the skull pushing the dining cart away.

My suite is so big, and the skull has to get a dining car to "pretend", which is called "aristocratic style".

Pushing a food cart is an aristocratic style?

Shh

I don't know why the skull was so slow to pick up something, but when he brought it, I was in a daze and almost asleep.

"Skull, are you a snail?"

"No, I'm just a skeleton."

I gave him a blank look, and I didn't think much about it. He took the brush from his hand and examined it carefully.

The reason why I took this brush was not only because the old man with the white beard said that "this brush is weird", but because I felt a familiar atmosphere from this brush.

The aura that will make me feel familiar, except for demon slayers and humans, there are only youkai left.

The handwriting on this brush has been blurred, and I can't see what words are written, but judging from the material and traces of this brush, it is about a hundred years old?

I rubbed back and forth on the barrel of the pen, as if I saw an old man with a fairy wind and bones holding a pen in his right hand and writing a few big characters in a fluttering manner.

The traces on the brush are the witnesses of the years.

Hey, is this a rune paper pasted on it?

I fiddled with the tip of the pen and tore off the top layer of wrap from the barrel to get a complete piece of rune paper.

This piece of rune paper is not made of yellow paper and cinnabar, but of a special material that sticks well to the barrel of the pen. I think that the things I draw with this pen can turn the unreal into reality, and part of it is because of this rune paper.

"Roar—"

I had just taken the piece of rune paper, and before I could study the pattern on the rune paper, I heard a sound coming from the barrel of the pen.

I leaned closer to the barrel of the pen and listened carefully, and sure enough, some muffled sounds came from the barrel.

What is that? Is there anything else to this pole?

I bit my fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and wiped it on the barrel of the pen, and the barrel suddenly appeared with golden light, and runes appeared on the barrel.

That's a sealing rune!

Sure enough, there was a monster sealed in this pen.

I wonder if it's the painting fairy or someone else who sealed a monster in this pen barrel?

With that ability to draw immortals, he probably can't do such a thing, so it's very likely that someone else sealed the monster inside, and the painting fairy got this brush by mistake.

I hesitated to break the seal, but I saw that my blood was slowly submerged into the runes on the barrel of the pen, until the last trace of blood disappeared, and the runes slowly dissolved.

Immediately after, the red light on the barrel flashed, and it converged into a red phantom that drilled out of the barrel. With a swish, the red phantom turned into a figure and appeared in front of me.

It was a woman dressed in red, with a beautiful appearance and long hair like a waterfall.

Isn't that the same youkai I saw when I went to that theme café? The difference is that the face of the monster in the café is a little miserable, while the monster in front of me has a gorgeous appearance and a bewitching temperament.

It's the same monster, it's the same enchanting, and it has similar abilities...... All this has to make me suspect that this monster has a lot to do with the monster in the café.

"You ......"

Before I could speak, the monster in front of me flashed and disappeared.

It's really an impolite youkai, you can come when you want, and you can leave when you want.

At the very least, thank me!

Forget it, it's okay anyway, I'll just go to that café and take a walk!

I opened the door and was about to call the skulls together, only to find that the living room had been completely renewed. The furniture is polished and the floors are clean. Everything is put together in a group, and there is no more clutter like before. Even the kitchen and bathroom were cleaned up.

The skull was sitting on the couch, drinking tea with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Your Excellency, are you satisfied with what you see?"

"You did all this?"

"Of course...... I did it with my little buddy. They say it's for your meal. ”

"What a ......" group of lovely guys.

I shook my head and smiled.