My monsters are going to heaven

It was late at night, and there was silence outside the window.

Lu Yiming's heart was not silent.

He was lying on the bed, thinking about what happened that night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Originally thought that the mountain road in the village was not accessible, and catching Zheng Qinghe was like catching a turtle in a jar.

But Zheng Qinghe died unexpectedly.

This was beyond Lu Yiming's expectation.

The whereabouts of Zheng Qinghe's "son" is also unknown. Lu Yiming has never even met him, and he doesn't know what he is.

The wound on the left foot had scabs, and the pain was itchy. I was afraid of scratching the new scabs, so I had to bend my left leg all the time, not daring to move more.

Lying uncomfortable, do not want to get up.

Glanced to the right.

Kimporo was sleeping on the side breathing evenly, he should be fast asleep.

I can't sleep, but you sleep soundly?

"Ah Jin!" Lu Yiming shouted deliberately, "Ah Jin?"

Kimporo's slender eyelashes moved slightly.

Soon, he frowned, opened his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes revealed two gloomy lights from under the half-opened eyelids.

He turned his eyes to the left, and glanced at Lu Yiming with a bit of sleepiness: "Huh?"

Lu Yiming suppressed a smile: "Oh, I thought you were asleep. It's okay, you go to sleep."

Kimporo rolled his eyes.

"Move over there, it's too crowded." Lu Yiming gestured.

In fact, there is already half a body distance between him and Kim Poro, but it's just to find faults out of boredom.

"Why don't you just go out and sleep? It looks like you didn't have a lot of backbone yesterday." Kim Poro's deep magnetic voice revealed laziness.

"I'm tired." I want to go to you, but I won't go anyway.

Lu Yiming's back was still a little sore from being tortured last night.

Seeing that Kim Poro didn't reply, he said to himself: "Don't you think I seem to be very unlucky recently?"

"..." Kimporo almost laughed out loud.

Tsk, you can feel it.

"It seems..." Lu Yiming continued to chatter, "As long as I am with you, there will be a lot of bad things."

Kim Poro raised an eyebrow.

This is to rely on me?

"Look," Lu Yiming counted with his fingers, "Since you came to our house, bad things happened one after another. The shop lost one after another, and that stinky Taoist... Let alone the far, near Yes, I just came to this village with you for a day or two, and immediately encountered a murder case. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

He had buried these words in his heart for some time, but he just took the opportunity to spit them out quickly, and by the way, clichéd.

After speaking, he secretly glanced at Kimporo.

Kim Poro didn't take it seriously at all, and sneered: "How do you know that the bad luck wasn't brought on by you?"

"Joke, I have been very smooth since I was a child, and I have never memorized it like this before I met you." Lu Yiming said lightly, resting his hands on his pillow.

Perhaps it was because after chatting for a while, my mind became inexplicably stable after being separated from chores, and tiredness began to strike.

Sensing a hot flash on his right cheek, Lu Yiming turned his head reflexively, and was startled when he saw Jin Poluo's face approaching at some point.

Grinning: "What are you doing so close? Why, am I right?"

Kim Poro laughed, and whispered in his ear, "Idiot."

Lu Yiming's eyelids were a little heavy, and he yawned with growing tiredness and said, "If I wasn't stupid, why would I leave you, a white-eyed wolf, at home and make a mess of it, heh."

Kim Poro raised the corners of his mouth: "How stupid are you to think... I'm going to kill you?"

"Then tell me," Lu Yiming squinted his eyes, and his eyes changed, "What are you?"

He took a few glances at Kimporo's calm face and tightly closed thin lips, and then said: "Look, when you ask about serious matters, you pretend to be deaf, dumb, and stupid. Forget it. .I'm sleepy. Turn the lights out."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and heard the sound of the lid box of the kerosene lamp.

Immediately, all the light in the room disappeared, and darkness and drowsiness swept in together.

Kimporo lay quietly in the darkness.

Now it was his turn to have trouble sleeping.

Why do people always like to inquire about those meaningless things?

How important is it to them to satisfy their curiosity?

It is a joy to be an ordinary person and live a carefree life.

Why bother looking for trouble.

How much do you know about this myriad of worlds?

The world is indeed foolish.

Leng Buding put a hand on his head and rubbed it through his soft hair.

He pressed the hand lightly, pressing it into the palm of his hand.

Lu Yiming's voice rang lazily beside his ears: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

I don't even think about who woke me up.

Kimporo deliberately turned over and rode on the instigator, with the anger that had not faded from getting up, and bent down as if teasing.

When the tip of his nose reached, he noticed something, and whispered: "Open your eyes."

"Why?" Lu Yiming asked.

The kerosene lamp by the bed was lit.

The small room was filled with dim light.

Kimporo stroked along his side cheek and repeated, "Open your eyes."

Lu Yiming slowly opened his eyes, with cunning in them: "Haha, you old monster. You are really cunning."

With this harmonious look, it was obvious that he was no longer the real Lu Yiming.

Hua Moyan looked up at the person above him, seeing his exquisite jaw line exuding a faint golden color under the light, and said playfully: "Look, no matter how nice you treat him, he is nothing more than that. He wants your I will order you when I don’t want you, I will ignore you when I don’t want you, beware of you, and neglect you, hehe. Old monster, instead of being treated as a dog, it’s better to let me help you live with him Cooking the rice has fulfilled your wish, so how about you being lenient to me? Help me find a suitable skin, I..."

"Get out." The disgust in Jin Poluo's eyes overflowed, and he spit out this word, and an invisible hostility burst out from his lips and landed in Hua Moyan's throat.

"Okay, you, go and be your dog... um..." Hua Moyan showed pain on his face, and then closed his eyes.

The muscles and bones of the people under him instantly softened.

Kim Poro looked at his sleeping face, his complexion was cloudy and his mood was inexplicable.

Lu Yiming dreamed that he was thrown onto the mountain wall by something, and the left side of his face hit the rock, causing a sharp pain.

Taking a deep breath, he woke up covering his face.

The lights in the room flickered into his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes for a moment.

Fortunately, it was a dream, but why does this face seem to be in real pain?

After moving a bit, I found that my waist... couldn't move, as if it was pressed by a heavy object.

When his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he opened them sleepily and was startled for a moment.

Kim Poro was leaning over and looking at him coldly.

Lu Yiming rubbed his eyes, confused: "You... why are you sitting on me?"

Kim Poro looked at him and smiled slowly, his canine teeth looming.

"You...!" Lu Yiming felt that something was wrong and wanted to get up, but just after waking up, his brain was not very sharp, and his muscles and bones were a little weak, so he couldn't use his strength.

He frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Kim Poro leaned closer to his face, his eyes were shining strangely, and whispered: "I want to rebel."

Lu Yiming was stunned by the rushing hot flashes: Rebellion?What rebellion.

Until his lower lip was bitten lightly, he was still chewing on the meaning of "rebellion".

When his upper lip was roughly licked, he finally reacted: "...!"

Just before he opened his mouth to swear, the tip of Kim Poro's tongue rode across the city gate, entered straight in, and stuffed the cursing characters into his throat.

What flashed through his mind was the picture in the history books describing the violent army killing a person in ten steps and never staying behind. He subconsciously felt that he was going to be massacred.

After an unknown amount of time, the massacre army finally withdrew.

Lu Yiming's brain was like an empty city, and it took him a while to react.

With a flushed face, he coughed a few times, wiped his mouth and struggled to sit up, shouting, "What are you doing!"

Kimporo leaned over again, pinched his chin with one hand, and licked the corner of his mouth, panting and breathing softly, "I want it."

"...What do you want?" Lu Yiming was stunned.

I vaguely hope that I will be wrong.

Kimporo made the kiss more gentle, repeating over and over again: "I want it." The other hand lifted the hem of his clothes.

"I want you!" Lu Yiming got angry from his heart, and he copied the copper kerosene lamp backwards with one hand, swung it forward, and jumped off the bed with a limp.

At this time, Sister Chen's voice came from outside the window: "Master, what did you just shout about?"

Lu Yiming put the kerosene lamp on the table: "It's okay."

After a while, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Sister Chen took pictures for a long time with a lamp in her clothes, before opening the door from the inside.

Kimporo stood by the door with a gloomy face, a bloodstain streaked across his pale face across his left cheek.

"Oh, are you fighting again?" Sister Chen looked at the wound on Kim Poro's face with concern, and was very surprised.

Of course, what surprised her wasn't the fight between the two.

Instead, when the two fought, her young master actually killed Kim Poro.

Kim Poro didn't speak, just brushed her shoulder and strode out.

"Hey, hey!" Sister Chen saw him disappear in a blink of an eye, and she couldn't catch up with him.

Lu Yiming sneered in the room and said, "Just go if you like, don't come back if you have the guts."