Chapter II
Zhong Sannian walked quickly, the alley in front of him was close to the corner, the wall was mottled and the vines climbing from the shadows had already jumped up to the eaves, and the highest place was the only place in the alley where the morning glory bloomed lightly, wantonly its own beauty.
Stopping in front of the corner, goosebumps rose on Zhong Sansan's body, and an ominous premonition in her heart was approaching, she looked back, "It's not raining anymore, or... I'm going back? ”
As soon as the idea came to her, she asked her to cut it off by herself, "Don't be, that person is very strange, if the psychosis beats me in vain, I don't have any money, let's go, it's not that I haven't walked." ”
Zhong Sannian raised his legs and stepped into the corner, when his eyes were dark, her mouth and nose were blocked by something and she couldn't breathe, she hurriedly tore open the courier in her hand and fell to the ground, and finally tore off the things that were pasted on her face, but saw that it was a feather, the eldest one, with yellow and clear flashing eyes, and she didn't know what kind of bird it was.
bent down to pick up the courier that fell to the ground, and an angry voice came from behind him, "Why are you like this!" Tear people's hair! Annoying! ”
Being obsessed with his face was bad enough, he almost suffocated, and listening to the accusation, Zhong San'er came up at the same time, "How about tearing it, you use it to fly." ”
"Or else!"
The hair exploded, the heavenly spirit cover was cold, Zhong San's body was cold when he listened to the voice behind him, and Kabakaba turned around like a rusty machine, and saw that it was a teenager in a school uniform.
"Whew!" Suddenly relieved, Zhong Sansan shook his head helplessly, only to feel that he was nervous, looking at the appearance of the young man sixteen or seventeen, a baby face is serious and the face is also obviously cute, and there are three points of familiarity I just can't remember.
Thinking that Xu is a teenager bought something, it is indeed popular to let the wind blow to his side and tear it apart.
The twenty-one-year-old junior who is an elderly man is three years old, and he doesn't plan to deal with a high school student, "You see this feather was shaved on my face by yourself, I was blindfolded and hurriedly raised my hand to tear it, it's not a big mistake, I didn't have any money on me, otherwise, I'll rush home later..."
"Home?" The young man interrupted her directly, "Oh, no wonder you don't look like a beast, the relationship has reached this stage, not bad, forget about your big day, don't care." ”
The boy jumped up to her and looked up and down, "Why don't you get tired of holding so many packages?" Even if you turn into a human form, why should you be wronged by yourself on this narrow road? ”
Zhong stood there for three years, did she encounter a neurotic disorder in a row? Why is the good-looking spirit not very good? The young man stared at her with blazing eyes, and Zhong Sannian tried his best to smile.
Seeing Zhong San's embarrassed appearance, the young man scratched his head and thought of something and said with a smile: "Look, you have been practicing for many years, and you are not used to it." ”
When he said this, his back trembled, the golden feathers on both sides spread their wings, and the feathers of the golden cancan flew in the air, half a fan was less than three meters, and the alleys were narrow and the wings could not be stretched.
The young man dusted off his feathers, "I called that old Taoist priest a prisoner for hundreds of years, and I am not used to it, but how can I forget this thing instinctively, by the way, what kind of monster are you?" ”
Monster! Mom has a monster!
Still looking at her!
Youkai is asking her what kind of youkai she is!
His lips began to tremble, and his legs and stomach began to disobey him, Zhong San's brain was buzzing, and his eyes were pale.
He can't be told that he is human!
In the death story, the protagonist is only hung up after exposing himself.
"Uh, I... It's just a man of grass and trees. The brain twitched to reveal his IQ, and he looked at the teenager tremblingly.
"Oh." The young man didn't entangle, "Then you are really miserable, I heard that the grass and trees made a wish in the morning, and the young and old who were stewed at noon are not easy to become fine, and you can go back to the family sect to worship today, you are also amazing." ”
He was happy to say this, and his eyes flashed with anticipation, "It's so good, I haven't met a companion for a long time, when will I come over, I'll take you to heaven!" ”
"Okay, goodbye." Zhong Sannian swallowed his saliva and walked forward quickly, cold sweat had already soaked through her underwear, but fortunately, she didn't see anything unusual when she wore a thick coat.
This boy is a demon! The Hanfu man is too, no one is so dusty, maybe it's something from ancient times.
And also... Is it to repay the favor by cycling? Strange? Does Old Man Pu Songling know?
What kind of realm has she reached? Zhong Sannian didn't dare to think about it and walked forward.
"Bell bell bell"
Suffered! Zhong San's eyes widened, and his mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, which one is this, if you don't fight sooner or later, but now you are calling, why didn't anyone worry about it when he was hospitalized.
"How do you use human things?"
The young man's voice became gloomy, and the sweat on Zhong San's forehead gathered on the tip of his nose and slid down and landed on the potholed ground, the voice was very small, but the young man listened.
"Why are you sweating? What a taste! You! It's people! ”
The shout seemed to be a signal, Zhong Sannian threw the package in his hand back, and ran out like a rabbit, running out of the street with a smoke, Leng Hanqiu standing there holding an oil-paper umbrella.
The streets of the alleys and the roads outside are like the dividing lines of the two worlds, the roads are raining down and the ground gathers rainwater to form small streams, the alleys are always gloomy and the sky does not see a drop of rain falling, in the dividing line, the naughty raindrops want to jump into the alleys, but they always fail to succeed, and they keep jumping as if there is some invisible barrier that can't even accommodate a drop of water.
Zhong San's sudden brake stopped one meter away from the cold autumn, there was a costume monster in front, and a golden feather demon in the back, she was finished!
Unexpectedly, she struggled to crawl out of the hospital for three years, and died violently in an unknown alley in order to take a shortcut, heh, I think my parents finally have a good reason to divorce.
Leng Hanqiu saw where she was stiff, she lowered her head slightly and stepped forward with an oil-paper umbrella, the shadow of the umbrella gently covered her entire body, "That kid is a little naughty, I apologize to you for him, and please don't care." ”
Where did Zhong Sannian dare to say that he cared: "It's okay, it's okay, I was like this when I was young, haha." ”
"Young?" These two circulated in the cold autumn mouth, as if they were tasting something, "Three years is young now." ”
"Haha." Zhong can only laugh twice in three years, if she can still joke with people in normal times, but there is such an existence on the other side, she admires herself for her ability to laugh.
Leng Hanqiu saw that she was afraid, and handed her the oil-paper umbrella, "It's raining heavily outside, and it's better to go back with an umbrella after three years of weakness." ”
The words fell, Yu Jie's figure dissipated, like a misty mist disappearing in the air, and the oil-paper umbrella seemed to have divine consciousness fluttering in the air and slowly fell on top of Zhong Sansan's head.
Zhong Sannian raised his hand to catch the oil-paper umbrella, and when his slender fingers touched the handle of the umbrella, it bounced open like an electric shock, but the umbrella around him moved slightly.
Zhong Sansan's eyes skimmed the oil-paper umbrella beside him, and looked at the rainstorm that was about to send water, "What should I do?" ”
"What is this going to do?" Zhong Sannian sat on the toilet and sighed, he was holding the umbrella home with a draw in his mind, and he reacted when he entered the door, and immediately threw the umbrella out, which Cheng wanted to see the umbrella floating in the middle of the house the next day.
Before she could panic, the succession of events almost scared her out.
I slept well at night, and the mobile phone was inexplicably set to alarm at twelve o'clock at midnight, and after being awakened, I saw a bright red figure standing at the foot of my bed, not moving or talking, quietly as if it did not exist.
Zhong Sannian was so frightened that he wanted to cry, he shrunk on the bed and was wrapped around his body, trembling for a long time without seeing the other party's movements, and he held on until dawn, only to find out that it was a projector!
Die!
What's worse is that this projector it... It has a consciousness of its own! I can talk and jump, and I have to play air conditioning!
And that night, the thick ink hair covered the ground, and suddenly I felt the hairnet to understand something, and the bright red shadow was still waiting by the bedside.
Staying up until dawn opened the door to see a fox taller than a person, Zhong Sannian sat on the ground all of a sudden, and it was the same as the previous two, ignoring her paws.
The toilet is rumbling...... Slime!
The face reflected in the mirror, with a completely different expression from himself, crawled out of the door and corridor, the elevator elf, and handed her a few manuals by the way.
Zhong had never had a strange art incident in his life three years ago, and even the sound of things falling from the ceiling, she had never encountered this kind of 'physics'.
It's not the legendary fourteen, it's not a fictional nineteen, it's twenty-one, it's not even a natal year.
God seemed to have a whim, and said to her: Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to arrange a strange news for you before, and now I can redeem it for you in one go, and enjoy the gift package that has accumulated for more than 20 years.