My monsters are going to heaven

"Cough cough...!"

The person on the bed coughed violently and vomited out all the Chinese medicine he just drank.

Sister Chen wiped off the medicine stains around his mouth with a handkerchief, "Hey, master, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease." As she spoke, she handed over another cup.

The person on the bed covered his mouth, pushed away the medicine with disgust on his face, and mumbled a word: "...hot!"

"It's not hot, I tried warming it up..." Sister Chen realized after a while, and quickly put the medicine cup on the coffee table, hugging Lu Yiming on the bed, laughing and crying, "Master, you can talk now Are you awake? But it worries me to death.”

Lu Yiming struggled to push her away, his voice hoarse: "...I'm fine. I'm sleepy."

Sister Chen wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled: "Okay, then you rest first."

After she finished packing her things and went out to close the door, this "Lu Yiming" let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled lazily with the corners of his mouth curled up, with a cunning flash in his eyes.

This woman is very noisy.It can be regarded as sending her away.

It seems that the idiot can't pretend anymore.

If you keep pouring these messy and inferior medicinal soups every day, you will be seventy percent stupid if you are not stupid.

He pouted.

Still so bitter.

He cleared his throat, and tried to say "one, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers" lightly, but he still stumbled a bit.

It's no wonder that I haven't spoken for a long time, and I'm very rusty.

This person needs to practice again.

This house seems to be the cave of the dragon eye mentioned by old man Mo, the place with the best geomantic omen in the town.

However, he didn't have a deep understanding of Feng Shui. After following Old Man Mo for a few years, he didn't understand much of Old Man Mo's twists and turns.

But he knew that old man Mo's soul-moving technique finally succeeded once in a while.While something seemed to go wrong in the middle, thankfully it didn't affect the end result.

He took off his clothes, lowered his head to appreciate his new skin carefully, his well-proportioned and slender limbs, his smooth and delicate skin, his fine and firm muscles... There was nothing he couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart.

His fingers lightly pointed at his arms and abdomen, and he felt a good touch—especially the youthful aura emanating from this pair of skins, which made him even more delighted.

He had seen the handsome facial features reflected in the mirror before, and he was really pleasantly surprised. It was much better than the few failures Mo Laodao picked out before.

However, these were not the happiest things for him.

What he's really happy about is—

...It counts!

...It can be regarded as escaped! ! ! !

How many years, how many years, he can't remember how many years of humiliation he has endured under the donkey's skin!

All this suffering is finally over! ! ! ! ! !

No longer need to be wrapped in that damned donkey skin, endure suffocating curses and restraints, and let others whip and drive!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

What people like most in the world is not gold and silver, nor power, but youth and freedom.

He once lost everything, and it turned out to be a feng shui turn.Who would have guessed?

Wonderful, wonderful!

However, it is not too early to be happy.

He knew that his strength had not been restored.

Those forces that cannot be accumulated in the donkey's skin and are constantly radiating out are like the mist in the mountains in the morning and the frost on the grass and trees in late autumn. Into the galloping Baichuan, until...the Baichuan returned to the east, and finally condensed together in this brand new body, forming a vast ocean.

Now, it's too far away.

He must learn to hide his strength and hide his edge.

Right now, there is food, drink, and women serving here, and it is also a good hiding place.

only--

Through the half-closed window, he glanced at the man who was chopping firewood in the yard under the midday sun, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

...Is that man's name Ah Jin?It seems that I have come to take care of myself several times in the past few days.

This demonic aura is almost soaring to the sky.

I don't know how it got into ordinary people's house?One by one is blind.

If it wasn't for his mana not recovering, he would have to see clearly, what the hell is this?

In the evening, after eating the dinner that Sister Chen brought in, he planned to stay on the bed in a daze.

There seemed to be some gaps between his soul and this skin.

Therefore, it has not been smooth sailing.

It will take some time to get used to it.

The door squeaked, he thought it was Sister Chen, and he didn't raise his head: "I'm full."

The door creaked shut, but footsteps were approaching.

He squinted suspiciously and saw Ah Jin walking towards him.

"You... what to do, what?" He tried his best to speak normally, but he still got stuck.

A mocking smile floated on A Jin's normally expressionless face, and he paused every word: "Warm|bed."

He was so shocked that he almost didn't come up, warm|bed? !

He raised his eyes and looked at him secretly.

The light from the bedside lamp reflected Ah Jin's skin into a light honey color, which covered up his bloodless paleness, but could not cover up his delicate facial features.The amber eyes seemed to lock the best moonlight in the world inside, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away.

His heart moved, and he sighed: It's really beautiful.

He has traveled through so many mountains and rivers and seen so many beauties, but there are very few who can make him feel good-looking.And the one that can make him sigh, after so many years, is the one in front of him.

Could it be that the original owner of this skin was a broken sleeve?This monster is kept for...?

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense—otherwise, if we get along day and night, how could we not discover that Ah Jin is not a human being?Presumably he is obsessed with hue and has other plans.

The corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc: If that's the case, then I might as well accept it all.Anyway... this skin is already mine.

He is not a pedantic person who respects rules and rituals. The world is changing, and he will change too. This is the way of survival.

Everyone in the world loves beauty, so why should he be arrogant and pretend to be different from the vulgar?

She stretched out her hand and brushed Ajin's gray Liuhai, wanting to touch his delicate cheek.

Before the fingertips had time to feel the touch of that piece of skin, there was a sharp pain.

With a scream, he retracted his hand, and the tip of his index finger had burn marks, and white blisters formed in an instant.

This ordinary person's skin is really useless.

He curled up in the corner of the bed, pretending to be afraid: "Ah Jin, you...don't recognize me?" While speaking, his neck was suddenly lifted up by Ah Jin's right hand, and his breathing was blocked for a while.

Ah Jin bent down and approached slowly, a layer of icy light shone on his beautiful face, and slowly said two words between his lips and teeth: "Get out."

He deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Get out? Where are you going? This room... is mine, right?"

Ah Jin gritted his teeth, and let out a low growl from his throat, like the cry of a beast.

His eardrums were ringing, and he felt dizzy for a while. He hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll go out..." It was too late, but it was fast, and he drew a talisman on Ah Jin's back with the fastest hand speed.

Immediately, the two looked at each other, both startled, and said in unison: "What are you!"

Ah Jin is not a monster.At least, not the kind of little monsters that are commonly seen on the market.

Otherwise, the Seven Star Flowing Fire Talisman he drew is enough to wipe out ordinary monsters, even if they are a bit skilled, they can also make them show their original shape.

And Ah Jin didn't respond to this talisman at all.

He suddenly discovered something, and laughed hehehe: "You are obviously... not a monster, but you have a monster aura; you are obviously... powerful, but you can't use most of it, you can only use a few basic skills. I know, You..." He said in a low voice, "You are... sealed, right?"

Ah Jin's face was livid, neither admitting nor denying it.

Ajin obviously also found that the thing in Lu Yiming's skin in front of him was not an ordinary monster.Otherwise, his roar can completely shake out ordinary possessed monsters.

The man blinked, looked deeply into Ah Jin's eyes, and murmured: "Ah, I can't even tell, which one of the six realms are you... you are? Should... not be human?" He couldn't smell anyone's breath on Ah Jin's body.

The six realms in the world are: the realm of heaven, the realm of Asura, the realm of humanity, the realm of animals, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of hell.

He didn't see much of Heavenly Dao and Asura Dao, so he couldn't tell the difference.Humanity is the most transparent and simple, unless one becomes a Buddha through cultivation, it can be seen at a glance.But beasts can be cultivated into three thousand monsters and spirits, which are changeable and the most impermanent.Hungry ghosts and hells often have people who flee to the human world.The latter three ways all have a strong demonic aura.

What kind of demonic aura is this soaring in A Jin's body?

Ah Jin remained silent.

The man smiled, gently stroked the wrist of Ah Jin's right hand that was pinching his neck, and drew circles there one after another, "You... hurt me." He didn't forget to add, "You You know, even if you break this skin, you can't kill me. But your master, that Young Master Lu, really can't come back. "

Ah Jin then slowly let go of his hand.

"I... will not get out of this skin for the time being. Even if I want to, with my... current mana, I won't... be able to get out for a while." He rubbed his neck lazily Showdown, "Look, your mana is still sealed; me, it's about the same, right now...no one can do anything to anyone. Why don't we each take a step back and keep each other safe. What do you think?" Slow Speak slowly, this is much more fluent.

Ah Jin didn't speak.

The man continued to laugh and said, "My name is Hua Moyan, what's your name?" His eyes rolled, "Could it be...it's really Ah Jin who is so stupid."

A Jin glared at him, and asked without answering, "How long are you going to stay?"

"Oh, this..." Hua Moyan scratched his head, "We have to see... when can I go out? Besides, even if I leave now, will Young Master Lu come back? If I don't support you now With this pair of skins, it will grow maggots and rot."

The author has something to say: Huh, Xiao Hua is on stage, Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

According to everyone's opinions, I will not change the name for the time being, and I will change it when I meet a more suitable one!

ps: The concept of "Six Ways" is taken from Buddhism, but it has been changed according to the plot

Slightly modified, explain clearly