My monsters are going to heaven

Lu Yiming frowned, and subconsciously opened his mouth wider, thinking that this would usher in a shower, but he didn't expect that after the last stream of sweet spring flowed in, the softness did not leave as quickly as before, but lingered on , landed on his lips again and again, and finally even tried to make love endlessly as if he was reluctant to leave.

"Cough, cough, cough," Lu Yiming finally came to his senses, pushed the person in front of him away with his elbow, and said vaguely, "Enough!"

After uttering these two words, the huge itching in his throat suddenly disappeared, like a Nian beast that was scared away by firecrackers, and disappeared without a trace.

Lu Yiming held his throat, and said in a hoarse voice with lingering fear like the rest of his life: "Water."

Thinking of just now, he gritted his teeth and hurriedly added: "Use a cup!"

"It's gone, I'll go burn it." A voice of unabashed sarcasm sounded faintly, and the footsteps moved towards the kitchen at the other end of the yard.

Lu Yiming stayed where he was, his face was steaming like a cup of boiled eggs.

He felt that he would never want to think about the scene of "forgetful" drinking water just now in a hurry.

But these unseen pictures kept running around in my mind like a mad dog with a subtle touch, and I couldn't drive them away.

--Go! Go! Go.

He rested his chin and tried his best to drive away those memories, thinking, this male monster is much more difficult to deal with than a female monster.

As long as the female monster is not too ugly, maybe she can make up for it, let's count it as an affair, and it can be written into a book and passed on as a good story in the future.

What's the use of the male monster being so good-looking?

In particular, he has a big temper, loves to show off, and also posts all day｜Spring...

Although he was a little caring intermittently, he still had a bad temper after all.

But if you have a better temper, that's really one in a million...

No, this is not a matter of temper!No matter how good your temper is...

Realizing that he didn't know what he was thinking, Lu Yiming's face was so hot that he couldn't hold it with his hands.

Tsk, it's better to be Lao Wang, who is obedient and honest, and never fixes these moths.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that there is a haunted house in Jinling Town.

Speaking of which, it was only a matter of one night for this house to change from a wealthy family envied by everyone to a haunted house.

Under the wrinkled seal on the vermilion gate, which had just been painted a month ago, the bright paint color quickly lost its brilliance.

Those lush peach branches and apricot trees protruding from the yard, the more blooming and colorful the flowers, the more the house exudes a strange dead silence.

The spring breeze came and went from this house, but it couldn't take away any bleakness.

Occasionally, there were a few chirping birdsong from the house, which made people shiver inexplicably.

The Lu Mansion next door felt too cloudy, encountered many maids and servants suffering sudden illness one after another, and a bum who was said to have sneaked into the Chen Mansion to take advantage of the sudden death died suddenly, so scared that he quickly chose another house. .The old house couldn't be sold, so he would rather leave his huge house empty.

This alley has no sense of humanity now.

There were two families in the alley, the Chen family and the Lu family. It used to be called two rich families in one alley, and it was said to be a place with good geomantic omen. In the past, there were many people who wanted to buy land and houses in the adjacent land boundary. For a few miles around, suddenly no one cares about it.

A passerby was walking alone in the alley, in a hurry.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach branches by the wall trembled slightly, making a soft rustling sound.

The faces of the passers-by turned pale, and they walked faster.

In my heart, I blamed myself for not being too lazy to take a detour, but chose this dead man's alley.

Less than ten meters ahead is the Chen family.

He held his breath, and kept his footsteps to a minimum, for fear of disturbing anyone.

But he knew that there was no one in the house.

Suddenly, voices came from the house.

The passer-by's pale face was a little blue, he glanced at the intact white seal on the gate, and told himself that he must have heard wrong.

"Passing by, do you want to come in and eat a peach?"

A clear voice came from the house clearly.

Passers-by trembled uncontrollably, not daring to stop, let alone follow the prestige, and daring not to answer, so they had to say in a low voice, "Don't eat."

"What's delicious about peaches? There are so many delicious things here. For example, human brains, human hearts, etc."

Another loud voice resounded.

The passers-by screamed in fright, and ran away without a trace.

On the top of the wall of the Chen residence, someone was sitting on a thick peach branch, biting a young and thin peach in his mouth: "Cousin, no grudges, no enmity, why are you frightening him? ... Pooh, so sour!" .”

"Boring." Under the tree, another person looked at the garden in amazement, with a casual expression on his face.

"The people here are really timid. I can't help being scared. They are also afraid of ghosts in broad daylight. Even if I kindly let him eat peaches, he is also afraid, haha."

"Don't just play around, did you find anything?"

The boy on the tree jumped down, half a star of peach hair still remained on his lips: "This is an abandoned house with no one there, except for the trees, grass, birds and birds, nothing special. What did you find there?"

"There is nothing but the remains of lovesickness bugs." The young man under the tree frowned, as if a little tired, "There is not even a ghost."

"Is it because ghosts dare not come out during the day? How about we come back at night."

"It's dark at night, what's so interesting about it. Although there is bad luck here, there is no trace of resentment or ghosts." The young man shook his head and sighed with some regret. "It seems that none of the people who died here that night became ghosts." of."

"So is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"There is no resentment, which means that he walked ignorantly, silently, and died without pain. Maybe this is a good thing."

"But after they died, did they know that they were killed by others, and they didn't have any resentment?"

The young man squinted at the ignorant look of the young man, and couldn't help laughing: "It's because they don't even have the consciousness after death, so they don't have any resentment."

"The patriarch said before that there are only two kinds of people who will not leave resentment after death, one is the person who dies, and the other is the person whose soul is scattered. There are dozens of people in this house, they can't all die overnight...! Could it be that they..." The boy suddenly realized.

The young man gave a faint "hmm" and said, "It's over, it's boring, let's go."

"Going through that dog hole again?"

The young man looked at the dust on the two of them, and raised his pale eyebrows: "Let's climb over the wall."

Immediately afterwards, the lips touched lightly and softly, and the second and third teas were poured in slowly, like a sweet spring, nourishing the dry land.

not enough.

Some fine, translucent runes fell from Lu Yiming's mouth as he coughed, and dissipated in the air before they hit the ground.

After coughing for a long time, the runes on his body gradually became thinner.

"Cough cough cough...water, water...cough cough cough cough..." Lu Yiming felt that he could finally speak, and hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of the person next to him and said hastily.

What greeted him was not the cold and hard edge of the water glass, but a warm softness.

Immediately, a stream of warm tea was poured in, and the softness left quickly.

He didn't bother to think about what was wrong with the cup, his body's actions were ahead of his brain's ability to think, and with the instinct to survive, he swallowed the water hastily to soothe his dry and itchy throat.

He took a step back and asked, "Should everyone get what they need, right? What do you want from me?"

Kim Poro watched with interest the thin layer of sweat oozing from his young master Lu's white cheeks and neck, licked the corners of his lips, and said slowly: "A lot."

Lu Yiming didn't speak, just stood quietly in front of him and waited.

Soon, Kimporo's voice sounded above his head: "Look up, open your mouth."

Lu Yiming supported his throat and raised his head, his lips parted slightly.

Kim Poro unhurriedly helped him to the chair next to him, and watched him coughing non-stop on the armrest with cold eyes.

Lu Yiming couldn't see the translucent black characters faintly beating on his rosy white skin.

"..." It's really a three-sentence thing, which made Lu Yiming even less interested.

It doesn't sound like a good thing.

As he coughed, the beads of sweat on his body became denser, and quickly condensed into pieces, dripping down.

Her fair cheeks turned pink from coughing.

Lu Yiming was also taken aback by the unforeseen itching of his throat. He tried to ask Kimporo for a glass of water, but he couldn't utter a word. All the sounds passed through his throat and automatically turned into a cough.

Kim Poro knew that he was waiting for his answer, so he purposely approached his left ear and whispered, "For example..."

Before he could bite the long-coveted earlobe, Lu Yiming suddenly turned around and coughed violently.

There was a faint fragrance like leaves in Kimporo's bosom, which rushed into his nostrils unexpectedly.

Lu Yiming supported his shoulders to stand firm, frowned and sniffed, smelled his neck from his hair, and suddenly grinned: "Could you be a camphor spirit?"

"When the contract is signed," Jin Poluo's voice warmly rubbed against Lu Yiming's ear, making it tickle like a feather brushing over it, "you will know it naturally."