Monk, let go of that little zombie

At the beginning of summer and at the end of winter, we walked into the roof. The roof is very wide, and there are many ropes on it. On the ropes, there are various quilt covers, sheets, and pillowcases. The colorful colors make people's eyes hurt.

At this moment, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old stood under a rope, drying the quilt on tiptoe. Seeing the beginning of summer and the end of winter, his eyes were very vigilant.

Although he is young, he has lived in this apartment since he was born. If there were two beautiful people in the apartment, everyone would have paid attention to him.

Therefore, he immediately judged that these two people were not from the apartment.

As if not aware of the vigilance in his heart, Xia Chu idly whistled at the little boy: "Little brother, where did you buy the quilt cover? It's so cute."

——It was a pink Hellokitty four-piece suit, very girlish.

The young boy pursed his lips, probably because he didn't see traces of bad guys on Xia Chu's body after observing just now, and said, "This is my sister's, I bought it online."

"Oh." Chu Xia also asked casually, "You continue to sunbathe." Then he went to chase the end of winter.

At this time, the end of winter has come to the center of the roof, and a small flower bed is separated from the center. There are a few clusters of green onions planted in it, and the growth is quite festive.

Just as Xia Chu was about to ask Dong Mo why he was standing here, Dong Mo flipped his fingers, and a golden incense appeared in his hand.The wrist was folded and flattened, and the golden incense was ignited. The smoke did not rise up, but burrowed towards the small flower bed as if alive, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chu Xia blinked: soil that can eat smoke.

"Monk, aren't you looking for trouble? What are you doing now?" He couldn't help asking.

"The source." Dong Mo explained, "According to what the female benefactor just said, the frequent quarrels began at the end of last month. When the matter was born, it had no power and could only affect a few people at most. In just one month, More than half of the people in the entire apartment are affected, and it is difficult to do it on its own. Just like its birth, there are only more than 300 people in the apartment. With such a small number of people, it is impossible to have an accident.”

Chu Xia smacked his lips: "You mean, there is something helping Shi Jing?"

"That's right." Dongmo said.

He looked around, and there happened to be a shovel next to him, asking Xia Chu to fetch it.

Chu Xia frantically went to get it, and only realized when he handed it to Dong Mo: "Hey, monk, you are using me like your disciples and grandchildren."

Mo Dong took the shovel calmly, ignoring Chu Xia, who grinned at him boredly.

He took a shovel and shoveled towards the bunch of shallots.

"What are you doing!" Before he could make a move, an angry question interrupted Dong Mo's movements.It's a young boy drying the quilt.

The little boy was holding the bucket, and looked at them with eyes full of anger, as if they had done something outrageous.

The little boy said: "These are the shallots I planted, have they provoked you? Why should you shovel them down!"

"There's something down here." Mo Dong didn't hesitate because he was a child, "The poor monk needs to take it out."

"You said that if there is something, there is something?" The young boy didn't believe it, "I dug the soil inside here from outside, there is nothing else at all!"

"Yo." Chu Xia gave a thumbs up, "It's not bad, and I can grow my own vegetables."

The young boy who received the praise was stunned, not knowing what kind of expression to show. There are two differences between growing onions and vegetables, okay?

"I don't care what you guys do, don't destroy my onions."

Xia Chu: "Whoever wants to destroy your onion, just move your onion out and pluck it, and it will be fine, just watch it from the side."

As he said that, he winked at Dongmo, and Dongmo quickly started to shovel out the soil in the area where the smoke had penetrated, together with the green onions on it.The little boy was about to roar, but when he saw that the onion had moved out, he swallowed the roar automatically.

Xia Chu gave him a look of 'Look, I didn't lie to you, sir'.

Dong Mo's speed is very fast. The action of shoveling soil obviously doesn't look very elegant, but Dong Mo does it. Every move has an inexplicable rhythm, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Xia Chu rubbed his chin and looked at it, and whispered to the little boy next to him: "Child, take a look at him, does he look like a farmer?"

Twelve or thirteen years old happened to be the most curious age, just now he was angry because of digging onions, but now his onions are fine, and seeing that Dong Mo’s actions don’t look fake, naturally he wonders if Dong Mo can really dig something came out.

Hearing Xia Chu's words, the young boy shook his head honestly: "He looks good, he doesn't look like a farmer."

Xia Chu: "..." This kid is still a face-controller.

Mo Dong put down his shovel, squatted in the flower bed, knocked on the open space he shoveled out, and then waved to Chu Xia.

"Open it." Dong Mo said.

"Why do you want me to come?" Xia Chu was dissatisfied, "You really treat me like a coolie?"

"In terms of strength, the poor monk is not as good as you." Dong Mo was silent, pointing to the slate, and readily admitted his shortcomings, "The poor monk can't open it." But the tips of his ears were quietly red.

Xia Chu didn't notice it, and when Dong Mo admitted that he was inferior to him, he instantly became happy. In order to show off his strength, he patted the young boy's shoulder: "Go away, lest the young master hurt you."

The young boy's expression was indescribable. He felt that he had encountered a mental illness.

The next second, a muffled sound exploded in his ears, and the frightened young boy swished back two meters to the side. After standing still again, he stretched his neck and looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw that there were spider web-like cracks in the cleared space, and the good-looking man in black shook his hand and shouted at the man with picturesque features who called himself 'poor monk': "You leave Why are you so close, blocking me from playing!"

Then came another punch, the stone floor could no longer stand the damage, the gravel splashed, and something flew out of it, at a very fast speed, heading towards the nearest Xia Chu.

Mo Dong had already made preparations, and the five talisman papers shot out from his hand. The speed of the thing froze, and it was instantly surrounded by five talisman papers—it turned out to be a palm-sized green gourd. The green gourd fell into his palm.

At the same time, more than two-thirds of the people in the entire apartment suddenly felt a sense of relief, especially those who were arguing. They thought the reason for the quarrel was very funny, and even asked for peace in a few words.

A strand of invisible fragments flew from many people's shoulders. These fragments gathered together and condensed into a ball, flying towards the rooftop.

The mouth of the green gourd was open, and Xia Chu glanced at it. It was dark inside, which made people feel palpitations.

"What is this?"

Mo Dong's expression was serious. Just about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and pulled Xia Chu behind him: "Take this little benefactor and retreat."

Xia Chu didn't understand why he raised his head, and saw that the sky, which was still bright just now, turned dark and gloomy in the blink of an eye, as if it was about to fall, and it seemed that something was brewing.

At the beginning of Xia, his breathing became short of breath, and he felt a little lack of oxygen. He dragged the young boy who had already been hit by the super-scientific images and turned into a wooden figure, and ran towards the iron gate without hesitation.

Being pulled by him, the little boy came back to his senses, but instead of fear, his face was full of excitement: "It's so cool, who are you?"

Xia Chu: "..."

While running, Xia Chu looked back at Dong Mo.

Would you like to leave the end of winter here alone?

It was the end of Dong who asked him to run away with the child, and it was useless for him to stay, maybe it would hinder him.

There is nothing wrong with a thing that makes such a big noise.

That green gourd looks familiar.

All kinds of chaotic thoughts flickered in his mind, until the little boy's exclamation pulled him out of his sanity: "Who closed the door!"

The iron door leading to the stairs from the roof was locked.