"It's pinched!"

Shen Qingmian had just finished eating the candy man, and looked up with a bamboo stick.

I saw Ling Che holding a clay figure that could barely see a human form, and displayed it with satisfaction.

Seeing him look over, Ling Che hurriedly handed him the clay figurine, very proud: "How is it?" Does it look like you? ”

For his words, Shen Qingmian pursed his lips, and looked seriously at the clay man's semi-circular face that seemed to have been thrown on the ground and stepped on countless feet and then picked up and bit a few times, as well as the mouth that was about to grin to the back of his head, stared at it for a while, and remained silent.

Seeing that he had been staring, Ling Che obviously misunderstood, and his expression was a little embarrassed: "This is the first clay figure I have pinched in my life, although I really want to keep it for myself, but for the sake of you like it so much, I will give it to you, you have to keep it, don't lose it." ”

Although Shen Qingmian didn't quite understand where he showed that he liked it very much, he still pursed his lips and accepted it.

Out of the store, Ling Che raised his eyes to look at the gray sky, and stretched: "Hmm~ It's so late, I've played today, let's go back first, rest well, and continue to rush tomorrow." ”

"Hmm."

……

Hai time.

The originally dark night sky suddenly crossed a flash of lightning, and the torrential rain followed, and the bright moon that emitted white light hanging in the center turned blood-red in an instant, and the sky that reflected the surrounding sky turned dark red.

The few passers-by walking on the road hurriedly lowered their heads to find a place to shelter from the rain, completely oblivious to the full moon of the demonic ye.

Suddenly, a red light poured down, fell on a jujube tree next to the inn, the jujube tree did not react at first, but after the red light dissipated, it moved the branches, several of the branches seemed to have a soul, like a snake slowly climbed up the wall of the inn, they didn't seem to be in a hurry, slowly climbed step by step, and encountered the gecko that was also lying on the wall, it seemed to be very happy to fly in the air for a moment, lightning entangled the gecko to death, and the gecko turned into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, It was absorbed by the branch.

Before the little gecko could react, there were no bones left in one breath.

It is precisely because of devouring a small gecko that the dense mouth and fangs are exposed, lined with a round of blood moon, which looks more and more terrifying, they are not headless and brainless and crawling, but crawling along a route in an orderly manner, their target seems to be on the second floor! The direction of the room where Ling Che and Shen Qingmian lived!

But at this time, the two of them and one dog were unaware of all this.

A rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, which woke Shen Qingmian awake.

Shen Qingmian looked at the thunderstorm outside the window, and the appearance of the person who died in his arms that night resurfaced in his mind, and he hurriedly grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, but even so, the face full of blood lingered, he was extremely afraid, and tried to shrink himself very small, as if only in this way could he have a little sense of security.

With such a big movement, even Ling Che, who was like a dead man when he fell asleep on weekdays, was woken up, put on his robe in a daze, lit the lamp, and saw the small group of trembling in the corner of the bed on the side of the screen, and walked over lightly.

"Shen Qingmian?"

Hearing the familiar voice and feeling the warm palm on his head, his body trembled slightly, grabbed the quilt and came closer, sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "Hmm." ”

Ling Che felt the slightly trembling bodies of his subordinates, and gently hugged and patted them, just like he had helped Granny Wang coax her grandson in the Demon Sect before: "Are you afraid of thunder?" ”

The mass wrapped in the quilt moved, and there was a muffled hum.

Ling Che gently pulled his head out of the quilt, looked at his tearful and pitiful appearance, and rubbed his head: "Okay, I'll accompany you, so you won't be afraid, go to sleep." ”