Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Mrs. Cocker's face was very ugly throughout the morning, and she almost got into an argument with Mr. Cocker again at noon. Clara acted as a peacemaker, talked to Hotch and Mr. Cocker, and then took Mrs. Cocker to the nearby woods to relax. I don't know what she said to Mrs. Cocker. When they came back in the afternoon, Mrs. Cocker seemed to calm down a lot. She pulled Mr. Cocker softly and apologized. The man who was not so hard-hearted immediately raised the white flag. In the evening, I specially cooked a few dishes she liked, and the couple seemed to have returned to the sweet time of their first love.

Clara joined in the fun and contributed the beer she brought, saying that she wanted to celebrate the reconciliation of the two of them and made a bunch of delicious food. Before eating, she smiled and gave them a condom.

"It was originally intended to be used by my predecessor." She spread her hands generously, "Now I will take advantage of you."

"Clara!" Mrs. Cocker blushed and stuffed the little square into her pocket to cover it up. "There's still a baby!"

Fortunately, Dansha and little Jack were looking at the biscuits on the table eagerly, and didn't notice the actions of the adults.

Hotch stuffed each of the two children with a small biscuit with a blank expression, and at the same time decided that no matter what happened next door tonight, he would play soft music for the two children all night.

The bonfire was burning warmly, driving away the chill in the autumn. Clara plucked her guitar and hummed a very familiar folk song. The light of the fire cast a soft and warm color on everyone's face .

The aroma of food, singing, laughter, bright moonlight, and twinkling stars.

Everything is so beautiful.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Wu Cong still didn't come back. Hotch took the two children to wash up briefly, and after confirming that Dansha could change the pajamas by herself, he carried little Jack and went outside the tent to wait for her to change.

Dansha is a girl, and boys can't watch girls change clothes casually.

The bonfire outside was burning brightly. Hotch held the little Jack in his arms, listening to his son chattering about various things about life. Many small things that are insignificant to adults will become earth-shattering big things to children. matter.

Even if the milkman just changed, it would be enough for a child to get up at five o'clock in the morning and lie on the window to observe all aspects of him, and then talk about it with relish for more than ten minutes.

So Hotch listened to little Jack talking about the milkman for more than ten minutes, and learned that the new milkman in the community was young, had good blond hair, and was from a poor family. He seemed to be studying for graduate school. Deliver milk and newspapers early to earn some school fees.

Hotch remembered that the previous milkman was a young girl, and hadn't expected to change so soon after he divorced and moved out.

"I'm fine." Dansha poked her head out of the tent, her hair was messed up like a bird's nest because she was still not very skilled in changing her clothes, and she asked Hotch to help her comb her hair with flushed cheeks.

During this time, little Jack also learned to change clothes by himself, and showed off his new skills to Daddy clumsily. Dansha smiled and covered his eyes not to look at him, rolling around on the quilt and giggling non-stop.

At night, Dansha slept between Hotch and little Jack, so that the little girl would not feel scared without Wu Cong by her side. Hotch kept a small night light on and told her to call him if there was anything to do at night.

In the dead of night, everything was submerged in darkness.

Wu Cong likes this kind of darkness, which can cover up all the darkness. When walking in the forest, the dense shade of trees above his head covers all the light. Some faint spots of light come from the nocturnal moss and insects. The fallen leaves under his feet pass by several times. After drying in the warm sun, it becomes withered and yellow, and it is so fragile that it will shatter when touched lightly, making a slight sound.

However, when Wu Cong walked by, he couldn't hear any movement. Those small animals who were always alert seemed to become deaf and blind at the same time. Even if Wu Cong passed by them, they didn't see or hear anything. The same stood still.

The darkness did not affect Wu Cong's actions, he avoided every tree and every stone with ease, never disturbed any bird on a branch, nor disturbed any insect under a fallen leaf.

Containing breath and breath, unaware of ghosts and ghosts, it was as light as a gust of wind blowing, invisible and intangible without leaving any traces, as if it had never appeared before.

Such covering is necessary.

Since the tiger's living soul is still there, it means that the connection between the body and the original owner has not been completely severed, and the ceremony of seizing the house is still in progress, which means that no matter who presides over the house seizing technique, it is now You have to guard the tiger's body obediently, and you can't get away easily.

In this country, Wu Cong is almost sure of being able to take home and change souls for others.

It is precisely because of this that we need to be more cautious. The yellow-haired beast is the most vigilant, and Wu Cong probably noticed it when he came. For this reason, Wu Cong left the cinnabar and the dagger in the camp to pretend that he did not leave and did not notice. There is a different illusion, now as long as he accidentally leaks even the slightest bit of aura, with that guy's character, he will immediately fight back and cut off his tail to survive thousands of miles away.

It won't take long to hide that guy's cleverness, but as long as he can hide it for a while, it's enough to make him hesitate a little.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Wu Cong had already reached the depths of the forest where few people usually go. He seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, but he seemed to be looking for something following a certain pattern, and sometimes he stopped. Come down and stand for a long time, sometimes disappear in place and flash thousands of meters away.

This is the depths of the jungle, where even experienced hunters dare not set foot casually, Wu Cong stopped in front of a cave, the paper balloon in his pocket trembled slightly, trying to break free.

Wu Cong has been chasing the breath of the tiger's soul in his pocket, retracing the places it has passed, trying to find the place where it lost its body.

He saw some bloodstains at the entrance of the cave, it was not so fresh, it was dry and dark on the stones and leaves, it was not human blood, from it he felt the same origin as life and soul but not exactly the same breath.

found it.

Losing his body at the door of the house, this tiger is really aggrieved.

Wu Cong carefully maintained his breathing state, raised his hand to snatch a trace of breath from the bloodstain, and sensed it carefully, looking for an existence that matched it in the turbulent air.

Tracing to the same source but not the same is because a soul has been replaced in a body. As long as he finds the body along the breath, he can follow the clues to find the damn yellow-haired animal——

No, it's Huangpizi.Closing his eyes and correcting his address, Wu Cong tried his best to suppress the burning anger in his heart.

There are countless kinds of smells in the air, but as long as there is the fleeting breath of the sample, he can't hide it in his perception. He carefully surveyed the environment around the tiger's den again to make sure that he didn't miss it. After finding any clues, he followed that breath and left.

Of course, there will be no traces of Huangpizi left here. Even if he was completely knocked into the quagmire 800 years ago, the ability to hide his breath in order to save his life is the best.

If there is any breath left, he will have to suspect whether there is fraud.

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Hotch didn't fall asleep tonight, with two children by his side, and he was out in the wild, so it was impossible for him to fall asleep completely, so when there was a noise outside the tent, he woke up almost immediately .

The next second after waking up, his hand was already holding the gun under the pillow, but he still closed his eyes in a sleeping posture, listening to the movement quietly.

There are two children by his side, so he has to be cautious--Hotch who thinks this way has probably completely forgotten what the original shape of cinnabar looks like.

The voice came from outside the tent, the man shouted "Ann" hoarsely, as frightening as a ghost crying in the wind.

It's Mr. Cocker.

Then he heard Clara's voice again, asking what happened.

Hotch sat up and opened the tent, and asked about the situation with his head in a position where he could keep an eye on the child inside.

However, Mr. Cocker didn't know what was going on. Everything looked so good at first, but his wife seemed to have completely thought about it, and pestered him with soft words to apologize and act like a baby, just like when they were still in love. Kissing, embracing, and using the darkness to cover up the shyness and confide the heart, two people who are almost 40 years old are as tired as high school students and never get tired of it.

They even agreed to go home here immediately tomorrow. Mrs. Cocker had suffered multiple miscarriages and could no longer bear the risk of pregnancy. They agreed to adopt a child, raise a dog and a cat, and redecorate the house. You and I build a dream-like future.

Yes, it was like a dream, they fell asleep one after another while chatting, even the dream was full of rare happiness and warmth, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, there was no one around him, the bed was cold and tidy, as if it had never been People have slept here.

He rushed out of the tent in a panic. The dark jungle outside the tent was like a monster with a huge mouth ready to devour people. The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the hoarse chirping of cicadas and the cry of owls. He desperately called his wife's name, The sound floated in the air, and was blown to pieces in an instant, making it inaudible.

what is the problem?

Mr. Cocker was panicked and bewildered.