My monsters are going to heaven

The moon is like water.

Uncle Ding's small farmyard seems to be covered with a layer of light mist.

Night owls are flying, crickets are singing, and the dew on the grass leaves is slowly gathering...

Everything wanders tacitly in this peaceful night.

Something shook in the living room of Ding's house, and fell to the ground with a "boom". In the dark night, the sound was particularly loud, and it frightened the crickets in the courtyard to pause for a moment.

A man wrapped in a thin quilt got up from the floor with his teeth grinning, and through the moonlight slanting in from the window, he saw clearly the two benches next to him. fell off the bench.

The man frowned slightly, his eyes glinting faintly in the darkness, looking around.

With drooping eyelids, he realized that someone had put a spell on this skin and surrounded him, so he couldn't help but sneered.

He opened the door unhurriedly, glanced west in the courtyard, and walked straight to the west wing.

The door of the west compartment was not bolted from the inside, and it was pushed open easily.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he walked into the house and closed the door, as if he was certain that the person lying on the bed must not have fallen asleep, and said to himself, "Why are you willing to let your master sleep outside? It hurts my back and back, and it hurts me so much." also."

The person on the bed didn't respond, as if he was fast asleep.

He didn't mind at all, walked over in two or three steps, jumped onto the bed like a cat, lifted the quilt and got in.

As soon as he raised his head, he met a pair of cold eyes.

He giggled: "It's so cold there, the stool is hard and cold, it's hard to sleep. I'll come over for him to sleep comfortably."

Kim Poro still didn't speak, but it seemed like he acquiesced.

"You actually cast the Nether Hell on Young Master Lu? You can cast such a poisonous curse... What a devourer, thanks to the loyalty you pretended to be, even I was almost deceived by you. No wonder he wants to call you a white-eyed wolf!" Hua Moyan cautiously detected the spell that was wrapped around his body, "It's the first time in my life that I've seen an unlucky ghost cast by this spell, and it can be said that I'm lucky in my life."

"Nether Hell" is one of the ancient spells, Hua Moyan has never learned it, but only saw a few fragments of records in some files.

Mantras are divided into yin and yang, good and evil.

Nether Hell is an extremely evil curse, which is imposed on people and uses Nether Karmic Fire as a cage to trap people as prisoners. The caster will designate specific behaviors as "forbidden charms". Once the prisoner in the cage touches it, he will be killed It is considered that if you want to step out of the cage, you must suffer from the fire of karma.

The wonderful thing is that this cage is not a fixed place, but it is caged in the skin, penetrating into the bone marrow, interlocking, like a shadow, and there is nowhere to escape.

Kim Poro snorted, and said in a low magnetic voice, "Who told you that this is the ghost hell?"

"Perhaps...should we change the name to 'Kick Over the Vinegar Jars'?" Hua Moyan was quite conceited about his reading.

Unexpectedly, Kim Poro was not irritated. He just raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "You are too noisy."

"You..." Hua Moyan guessed softly, "Did you break through a new seal in the past few days?"

When he confronted Kimporo in the past, he could often perceive the extremely powerful and frantically suppressed energy in this monster.

At first, Kimporo's energy was just like a deep lake, but he didn't know how deep it was.

And every time a seal was broken, Kimporo's power surged at a speed beyond his imagination.

When he realized that the lake was unfathomable and boundless, he suddenly realized: This is clearly the sea, the vast ocean!It's just that my perception is too narrow, so I mistake it for a lake.

But at such a short distance today, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of energy.

This is unreasonable - even if it is just a delicate and weak mortal body, there will be energy like a gossamer.

There is only one explanation, and that is... this monster has broken through the Transformation Realm, and is so powerful that it can completely hide its own power.

It seems that this seal that the monster has recently released is a huge pass, completely different from the previous dozen or so.

If it is said that the power brought by the unraveling of the previous dozen or so seals is like the galloping of a river, accumulating the energy of this monster; The monster's accumulated strength has undergone a qualitative leap.

Compared with the previous Kimporo, the monster in front of him was completely different.

A faint panic rose in my heart.

When did this monster break through this barrier?

There is a saying in the art of war, knowing yourself and the enemy, and winning every battle.When a person knows nothing about the enemy, his fear will multiply rapidly, his pace will be disrupted, and his chances of victory will be even slimmer.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and his eyes shot out two poisonous sharpness, hating himself for being too late.

He smiled sullenly: "...With your current ability, if you want to help your master kick me out of this skin, there should be no way out, right? Do it. Why? Aren't you afraid that your Young Master Lu will be swallowed by me?"

In the twilight brought by the moonlight, a strange smile appeared on Kimporo's face, and his thin lips moved slightly, as if uttering a few words, but quietly.

Hua Moyan's expression changed suddenly, and before he could back away, he felt a rush of hostility, which bound his whole body tightly and tightened his grip.

"Uh... Ah!" A desperate suffocation suddenly rose, and a painful groan escaped from his throat, and he couldn't say another word.

"That's right, you guessed it right." Kim Poro said lazily with a half-smile, "The first hurdle in my seal has passed."

He admired Hua Moyan's painful struggle like the first flower in spring: "You have a share of the credit for this, so I won't kill you. But," after a short pause, he added word by word, " If you always come out to spoil the fun, don't blame me for spoiling your fun."

The voice of this sentence is not loud, but every word hits Hua Moyan's ears like thunder and drums.

After saying that, the hostility faded away.

The pain in Hua Moyan's body disappeared in an instant, and he collapsed on the bed, looking in horror at Kim Poro who had closed his eyelids and seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully.

Under the thin moonlight, with his eyes lightly closed, he still looks the same as before, so pale, so handsome, but he is obviously no longer the original Kimporo.

He is far stronger, more calm, and more cunning and cunning than before.

There are unknown things hidden in that beautiful body as carved by knives and axes.

With the collapse of that seal, it's not just that thin pound of strength that made a comeback.

Knowing that he had provoked a real monster, Hua Moyan silently got tired of his trembling soul, and scrambled and hid in the deepest corner of his skin.

Losing the traction of the soul, the body next to Jinpoluo finally recovered its natural posture, lying flat flat, and soon let out a sweet breath.

Outside the window, Yubai quietly climbed up to the sky, nibbling away bit by bit the night that belongs to the moon.

It wasn't until the white moon was setting in the west and the red sun was rising that it painted the entire sky into a bright thin blue and retired.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in through the gaps in the leaves outside the window lattice, and it was falling on the eyelids of the person by the window.

His eyelids twitched, he frowned and murmured annoyedly, but he still struggled and refused to open his eyes.

But he couldn't bear the sunlight piercing through his eyelids and the eyeballs were shaking uncomfortably, so he had to turn his head to the side in order to avoid the beam of light.

The light was gone, and his brow relaxed, contented.

But he felt a little uncomfortable when his forehead touched a slightly hard object.

As his consciousness cleared up, he suddenly remembered that last night, he obviously slept in the living room near the west, how could there be sunlight at this time?

He opened his eyes suspiciously, facing a pair of deep pupils.

There is a slight blue tone in the ink color of those eyes, the same color as the night sky.

But it is as quiet as a lake reflecting the stars.

... Ah Jin? !

Lu Yiming was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was pressing against his forehead, stepped back a little to distance himself, and rubbed his still heavy forehead: "...Why are you here?" A little dumb.

As soon as the voice fell, he also realized that he was not in the living room.

Huo Di sat up, looked around, and couldn't help being a little surprised: "No, why am I here?!"

Jin Poluo looked at him coldly: "I don't know who cried last night and said that Leng insisted on climbing up."

"Wha..." Lu Yiming was about to defend himself, but he couldn't help but think of Hua Moyan. He felt a little guilty, and his voice dropped, "Where is there? Is there?" What the dead donkey monster did while he wasn't paying attention, he didn't know what to do. I don't think it's strange anymore.

Last night he was so cold that he had several nightmares.

Not wanting to breathe in this awkward atmosphere, he propped his right hand on the bed and wanted to stand up, but the sudden pain in his palm made his arm go limp.He clutched his right hand in pain, his face pale.

"Does it hurt?" Kimporo rested his forehead in one hand, watching his pained appearance leisurely.

Seeing his gleeful expression, Lu Yiming's expression turned cold, he stood up slowly, and said, "It doesn't hurt much." Before he could speak, he raised his left leg towards Kim Poro's knee. With enough strength in the position, he kicked, and there was a muffled sound of bone | flesh | hitting each other.

Immediately he grinned: "It's probably just that painful."

As soon as the smile opened, he felt something warm wrapped around his ankle.

Bowing his head, Kim Poro's right hand has gently held his left hip.

Secretly startled, at the moment when he thought he was about to be dragged down angrily, Kimporo gently rubbed his thumbs on the outside of his hip joints, as gently and full of nostalgia as he was rubbing a piece of white marble that had just been carved, and pulled up the belt. Itching with heat.

"I was dying the night before, but now I seem to be alive and kicking."

"What night before yesterday? I don't remember."

Lu Yiming was chilled for a while, suppressed his anger and responded stupidly, pulled his feet out in horror, jumped off the bed and put on his shoes.

It happened that Sister Chen called him outside the door, so he hurriedly responded and walked out.

Kimporo casually turned over and lay on his back on the couch.

If Lu Yiming had spoken well just now, he would have solved the spell naturally.

just now……

The corner of Kimporo's mouth twitched into a wicked smile.

OK, I'll see how long you can bear it.