It's getting late, and Zheng Qing has to go home. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he has graduated from high school and Zheng Qing is almost an adult, he has a certain amount of freedom, but after all, he is still using the family's money, and he still has to listen to his parents' words.

After draining a beer of reparation, he stepped on his bicycle and headed home.

The night is gloomy, and the sky is full of gray clouds that never disappear, not to mention the stars, and even the moon rarely shows its head. In this big coal province, the houses have been getting taller for more than ten years, the roads have been widening, and the colors on the streets have become richer and richer.

The bicycle swayed into a small alley.

The path directly crossed three streets, greatly reducing the distance he had to go home. The alley is very deep, and few people walk at night, and the street lamps that have not been cleaned for a long time shed dim colors, which makes the alley a little more gloomy.

"Click......" The dilapidated bicycle made a helpless wail under Zheng Qing's hard pedaling, which was particularly obvious in this quiet alley. Zheng Qing looked at the broken basket in front of the car with some annoyance, thinking that he would find a time to repair it after he went back, no matter what, at least he wouldn't keep screaming when he rode out.

The sound ......of the birds flapping their wings came from the telephone pole not far away, followed by a few lazy and clear chirps, and it was obvious that the clanging car under Zheng Qing's body disturbed the rest of these small animals.

Turning his gaze to the telephone pole not far behind him, Zheng Qing was embarrassed by his behavior of disturbing other people's dreams.

"Squeak!!" The classic car made a sharp brake sound.

Zheng Qing propped one leg on the ground and turned his head to look back.

He swore that a huge black figure stood on the telephone pole, as if it were a man bowed and half-crouched. But the turquoise eyes were very obvious in the dark night, like the big wolf dog of grandma's house.

In the blink of an eye, he shook his drunken head.

seemed to feel Zheng Qing's eyes, the turquoise eyes were slightly off, and his gaze fell on Zheng Qing's body, and then he elegantly stretched out a pair of huge wings in his sluggish expression and patted them lightly.

After taking a few deep breaths and exhaling heavily, Zheng Qing rubbed his cheeks, which were a little swollen and aching because of drinking, and finally felt a little sober.

When I looked up again, my turquoise eyes were completely gone. All he could see was the gray sky, and the street lamps that glowed with a miserable white light not far away.

The dark alley in the distance seemed to be like a big open mouth, laughing at Zheng Qing's eyes.

Reaching into his chest, he held a gray palm-sized pocket, the golden pattern on which could be faintly seen by the roadside light, and a tuft of hair trembled uneasily on the top of his head.

An eagle owl.

Zheng Qing recalled again and again, and finally determined that it must be a big eagle.

Although I don't know why this animal that lives in the mountains appears in the city, I am relieved to think of the old owl I saw on campus when I was a child.

Since even the old owl can hang leisurely on the branches of the campus all day, it should be nothing if a large eagle squats on a telephone pole for a while. After all, no one can guarantee whether these guys living in the old mountain forest will take the time to come to the city to relax.

Without the moaning of classic cars, the surroundings fell into dead silence again, and the noise on the street not far away seemed to be separated by miles, and seemed distant and ethereal.

The soft and strange cry of "......" suddenly sounded in the alley, and Zheng Qing suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a cold sweat involuntarily broke out. The originally dizzy mind suddenly cleared up. At the same time, a heavy pressure suddenly filled the entire alley, making Zheng Qing involuntarily hold his breath.

For a long time, there was no movement, but the depressed feeling became more and more serious. Zheng Qing slowly lifted his breath, and in a sudden jingle of bells, he kicked the pedals a few times, and the classic car rushed out quickly, wanting to get rid of this oppressive atmosphere as soon as possible.

Although he was a little reluctant, Zheng Qing still admitted his timidity in his heart, after all, the night is always the eternal nightmare of human beings, even today with lights. No matter how electric light develops, it will never bring people a sense of security like the sun.

There are still dozens of meters away from the alley, and Zheng Qing can clearly see the cars speeding past the alley.

A terrible cry sounded, and before he could react, a huge black shadow had already come into his eyes. With a dull crashing sound and overwhelming dust, another petite figure slammed into Zheng Qing's body and rolled down into the sand on the side of the road.

"Poof!" Zheng Qing fell heavily on the ground with the bicycle, but he didn't care to complain, a donkey rolled and got up from the ground, and at some point he had already grabbed a stack of yellow paper in his hand, and the red cinnabar mark on it emitted a faint red light under the dim street lamp.

He glanced at the sand beside him, and a big fluffy tail shook weakly.

"Whoa~~" The hissing sound not far away clearly expressed the anger emotion.

Zheng Qing, who had just gotten up, hurriedly followed the prestige. On the top of the telephone pole on the side of the road, the eagle eagle just now came back at some point, and was glaring at him dissatisfied.

At a height of more than ten meters, under the illumination of the simple street lamp hanging on the telephone pole, Zheng Qing could clearly see that the big carved feathers were erected, and the whole body seemed to be several times larger than just now, and looking at its wings slightly open and its head was high, it was obviously ill-intentioned.

"It's so fierce......" Feeling the eagle's green eyes, he cursed in a low voice, Zheng Qing quietly took two steps back, trying to sneak away, but he didn't notice that there was a huge sand pile behind him, and as soon as he retreated, his feet immediately fell into the deep sand pile up to his ankles.

"Damn!" Zheng Qing felt more and more angry, why was he so unlucky! Wasn't it just that he was a little late when he went home? He had just bent down and was about to take off his shoes to clean up the sand inside, when the sand pile suddenly burst up, and Zheng Qing was caught off guard and was sprinkled with sand on his face again.

"Fake!" Anyone who has been entangled in a series of bad luck will always feel an evil fire in the bottom of their heart that wants to vent, not to mention that the alcohol that entered the stomach not long ago is slowly exerting its power.

Looking down the sand, a small puppy with a yellowish coat under the street lamp was staring at the sky with bared teeth. This puppy is about a foot tall, with fluffy hair, narrow eyes, but shiny and shiny, and some big ears, like Jingbaer's ears, but they stand strangely upright, like a wolf dog. If you look closely, this puppy has a big belly, and many places on the fluffy fur are tangled together, faintly oozing blood stains.

The facts are clear at a glance, and Zheng Qing easily fills up the plot in his mind.

The eagle eagle who came out to spin around fell in love with the pregnant puppy and was about to fight the tooth sacrifice, but the little guy broke free. Zheng Qing, who saw the situation clearly, couldn't help but let out a long breath, and the stack of yellow paper in his hand had disappeared at some point.

"!" the evil fire in his stomach suddenly turned into infinite power under the influence of alcohol, he reached out and poked a broken brick from the ground, turned his head to look at the evil eagle, and threw it hard.

Although he has never been very good at losing softballs, he is still a great threat when the distance is not far and the target is large.

The broken bricks silently crossed the telephone pole and smashed viciously against the window of a nearby house in the shrill hiss of the eagle.

......The crisp cracking sound of the glass blew out the evil fire that Zheng Qing had accumulated, and it also startled the eagle into the air.