Goblin

After working, Mo Zeming stared at the computer all day long, and often did not sleep until late at night.

But every time when you feel dizzy, you can touch the small ball at hand and smell the scent of the blossoming flowers, and you will feel calm.

This little cactus seems to be sent by the gods to accompany him. In the boring days, it is a little more joyful.

It is... such a quiet and lovely listener.

However, one afternoon, an accident happened.

That little cousin suddenly appeared outside Mo Zeming's house, with a look of deep admiration, saying that he had been adoring him for a long time before chasing him here.Due to his demeanor, he had to let someone come in for a sip of tea, not to mention that the other party didn't do anything radical, just stayed quietly outside the door.

Mo Zeming was restless, but there was still no expression on his face, except that he was a little more stern than usual.Ah, don't doubt it, he always has this expression when facing strangers, and he only relaxes when facing family members or close friends.

Therefore, it is "big boring" to be complained by the old girl all day long.

Mo Zeming scoffed at this, but this time, he had to admit that he could be as bored as he wanted in front of strangers he didn't like.

After the greeting came in, the little cousin chattered a lot. It was nothing more than meeting him a long time ago and never forgetting him. After knowing his sexual orientation, he bravely revealed his orientation and got the chance to approach him.This side is talking vigorously, but Mo Zeming is not strong enough over there, wishing to stay away from this person immediately.People who are not acquainted with each other in the first place hate others who are acquainted with each other even more.Mo Zeming endured again and again, but still found a reason to refill the tea, went to the kitchen to get some air, and took the opportunity to think about how to drive people away decently.

Unexpectedly, once he left, something would happen.

Seeing that he hadn't come back for a long time, the little cousin wandered around the house and saw that the door of the study room was ajar. He wanted to close it for him, so as to show that he was careful, so he stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob.

As a result, he didn't pull it tight for a while, but pushed the door open instead.The little cousin wanted to go in, so he pulled the door over and left, but was attracted by the small pot of things on the table, so he couldn't help leaning forward to look at it.

Coincidentally, after Mo Zeming made tea, he saw that no one was in the living room, so he looked for it suspiciously. Looking in at the door of the study, he saw his little cousin reaching out to touch the flowers on the small ball.

"Hey! Don't touch it!" blurted out the obstruction, frightened the little cousin who was a bit guilty of not inviting himself, and with a shake of his hand, he knocked down the small basin and smashed it to the ground with a "touch".

Mo Zeming felt that his anger would ignite in a moment, and he stepped forward and pushed his little cousin away, squatting on the ground and holding up the small ball lying in the dirt and debris on the ground, he didn't even hurt his fingers Concerned, he hurried out to find another big flower pot on the balcony.

The little cousin knew that he was in trouble, and seeing Mo Zeming so nervous, he couldn't say anything like "I just buy a pot of prickly pear balls", and he didn't dare to say "I'll pay you", and followed Mo Zeming. Zeming couldn't stop apologizing behind him.

Mo Zeming didn't pay any attention to it, let alone answer the words, and just gently transferred the little cactus into the big basin, hoping to make it survive.It took a lot of energy to bloom, but now it was smashed to the ground, just in case...

His heart was clenched, and he felt uncomfortable for a while, Mo Zeming pressed his lips tightly, his face was gloomy.The little cousin didn't dare to speak anymore. He was really frightened by his appearance, so he could only say "I, I'll come again next time", picked up the coat on the sofa in embarrassment, and left angrily without putting it on.

The door slammed shut, and Mo Zeming sighed dejectedly.

Regret, full of regret.

That night, the house was dark very early in the morning, except for the dim light in the bedroom, shining on the small balls in the big basin below.

The small flowers at the top are almost withered, and even the small thorns are limp. The green skin of the small cactus is covered with a layer of dust, not soil, but a sense of erosion from the inside out.

The little prickly pear felt groggy, as if she was going to die, and seemed to be full of strength, unable to release it, it could only be blocked in various parts of her body, and the pain came bursts.

The master seemed to be still asleep, tossing and turning on the bed, even the little prickly pear on the ground beside the bed could feel it.

"It's not... your fault..." Little Cactus muttered to himself, but unfortunately, no one could hear the consolation in his mouth.

Thinking back to today, that stranger almost touched me, and even pushed down the flowerpot, causing my little feet to be unsteady, and the soil was scattered all over the ground.

The most angry thing is that the exclusive small basin that the owner bought for himself also broke.

Feeling in a mess, the little cactus was a little angry and a little sad.

Originally, there was only the owner and it in this house, and there was no one else. Isn't that good? Why let strangers in?

Curled up, not only was his brain unable to move as if it was rusted, his vision was also blurred, and his heart was cold.

If... one day, there is really someone else...

This family is going to be divided, and even oneself will be divided into two halves, forced to accept the touch of others.

Will the host smile at that person?Will you touch his head gently?Would you sit on a chair and chat with him?Will those words that only belong to me and the appearance of the master that belong only to me be taken away one day?

Small cries sounded, especially sad in the silent night, but they couldn't convey that feeling to the other party.

I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't!

The emotions rising from the depths of my heart, the longing to be with the master forever, and the possessive desire that cannot tolerate anyone approaching, this moment is like a volcanic eruption, and the hot magma drowns the thoughts of the little ball and permeates the whole body .An unusual shimmer shone on the prickly prickly pear's skin, seeping in until the entire pot was dyed red.

"It hurts!" Little Cactus couldn't help crying out in pain, feeling his limbs being stretched infinitely, his brain seemed to be split open, countless pictures flashed by, and finally, it was fixed on the face of the owner.

Until...the climax...everything exploded...

"Bang!" There was a louder noise than in the morning, accompanied by the crisp sound of the red tiles breaking, Mo Zeming suddenly got up from the bed, his forehead was covered with sweat.

A little dizzy, but not so clear, I looked over to the bed, under the dim light, a figure was trembling, and at his feet were splinters and mud.

Yes, are there thieves?

Mo Zeming held his breath, not daring to speak out, and approached slowly, and what caught his eyes was a scene that was enough to surprise him——

From the boy's shoulder-length hair, to the delicate eyebrows, and then to the ecstatic white body, all of them are so beautiful that words can't express.A little bit of timidity, in the clear light green eyes, turned into a very touching innocence.

However, what really surprised Mo Zeming was that there was no trace of the little green ball in the broken basin, as if it had suddenly disappeared.

A million guesses flashed through his mind, but he was caught by the shout of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.The sound of "Master" and the body in his arms seemed to confirm the most unlikely and realistic idea——

This is, his little prickly pear.

The author has something to say:

Finally turned into a goblin, great