Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[It has been a few months since the last time I told a story, right?Are you wondering why a storyteller like me is so perfunctory?Haha, of course it's because I'm busy with other things.In fact, things are very simple from the beginning. This problem has been running through from beginning to end. I have mentioned it countless times in the story. It may be a little inconspicuous, but why not guess?

Questions thrown to you, think about it.

Now let's talk about my achievements in the past few months.So, the story begins~

For several months, I have been busy searching and collecting information, not only shuttling through the city streets all day long, but even entrusting hackers to search through the Internet.Doesn't that sound weird?Actually not.In many stories, monsters are very traditional, so their identities seem to be inherently separated from human technology.In fact, the relationship between the two is not that opposite, rather, this world is similar to the human world.Also known as hackers in the human world.

The hacker who gave me information was a girlish monster.She likes to nest in her own room, sitting in front of the workbench all day, the data flowing in her eyes are characters on several display screens.Of course, it is not without cost. While being able to efficiently process this information, she is also a rather weak monster. Her room is her best protective shell.

When I learned some incredible things from Mr. A's attitude and language that day, I decided to start investigating. This idea was not a whim, it was something I wanted to know a long time ago.After all, suddenly changing a species is not something that anyone can easily accept.

Because he broke away from the familiar world all of a sudden, he was regarded as a different kind, rejected by one side, and rejected by the other side.

But I'm a little bit lucky, after all, Mr. A is my guardian, which allows me to be accepted by monsters to the greatest extent.But a guy like me is just an example, but I know that some guys look at me not so friendly. In this way, it is not difficult to imagine what it would be like if it were other guys.

Being excluded might just be the best result.

After all, aliens cannot end well.

Back to the topic, I have been traveling in the city for the past few months, and sometimes I go to Dashifang, which seems to have some answers to the questions I want to know, but every time I go, I either eat or pay. Mr. A is a very strange monster, not only because he is very similar to human beings, but also because he is said to be a member of the big food hall, but he is not, but he can always be found in the big food hall.The place of Dashifang always gives me a feeling of deja vu. I can't describe that feeling, but I have that feeling.

Every time I asked Mr. A, he seemed to be downplaying it, just let me find it myself, and occasionally gave me an answer, but it didn't help.I have suspected more than once what this guy is hiding behind my back.It's a pity that whenever I look suspiciously at him, he always shows an innocent look with that face with only a mouth. It really makes people itch with hatred, and I want to use an oily marker to paint on his face. He drew a messy facial features.Of course, if I do this, I will definitely be taught a bad lesson, don't ask me why I know.

Fortunately, the hard work of these months was worth it.I got a little useful information. Although my identity has not been answered yet, there is a little point about that backpack and my appetite.

......

"Going out again?" Mr. A put down the coffee cup in his hand, folded the newspaper unfolded in his hand, put it aside, and looked at me who was putting on my shoes.

Without raising my head, I stomped my feet, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Go to Dashifang today, you will gain something." Mr. A said so.

I raised my head and looked at him suspiciously. He is not such a kind guy, how could he tell me such straightforward information.

He spread his hands, his tone was very innocent, like a father being questioned by a child.

Damn father!I cursed in my heart, but my brain was spinning rapidly.The conversation didn't end, he was speaking in a soft and soothing tone while doing that movement.

"You don't have to believe it, but you should remember what day it is today." After he said that sentence unhurriedly, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and his movements were graceful. It would be better if he wasn't a monster, so that It just makes him look a little more creepy.

"What day is it today?" I frowned, flicking my bangs that somewhat covered my eyes.

Mr. A seemed a little surprised, but I would rather believe that he was pretending, "Are you kidding me? Son."

My expression is stinky, and my tone is also stinky, "Don't call me that." My brain is like a computer that processes information, and a lot of data has flowed through it. Unable to load.Of course, because of this, I ignored his rather meaningful words, "Why not? You are indeed our child."

My brain suddenly caught something, and I hesitated for a moment, "Today, is this the time for me to come here?" For monsters, time is not important, after all, they have too much time to waste, so they don't waste time. Care, but Mr. A has shown concern about this time from the beginning.

That's right, this time, to be precise, is this day.The day I came into this world, this home.

He always remembers it well and always wants to celebrate me.

When my thoughts came to this point, I finally asked the doubts I had a few years ago, "Why do you care so much about today? What is there to care about? What is worth celebrating?" Why do I always feel that I am incompatible with Mr. A and monsters, because I am not very Understand their thinking, of course I do the same for humans.

Mr. A shook his head lightly, "Why do you think so? Your arrival is something worth noticing and celebrating."

I scratched my hair, thinking he was talking about something I should know but don't know right now, but something important to me.But I know he won't tell me.

I pouted, "Okay, I see." I nodded perfunctorily at him, and he raised his coffee cup to me and took a sip.

"Monster," I muttered under my breath, closing the door. 】

Looking at the wooden ceiling, Natsume Takashi felt a numbness in his heart, why on earth did he become like this? !

Things are about to go back to three hours ago.

Natsume Takashi, who originally made up his mind to only go out during the day, obeyed his own ideas. However, Mr. Cat made a noise for drinking, not because there was no alcohol in the mansion. In fact, there are many delicious ones in the mansion. The wine, of course, in order to match the taste of the wine, their price is also quite good, very beautiful.

This made Natsume Takashi ashamed for a long time that he could almost be said to be a good boy who eats, drinks, and lives. He felt that he couldn't be so depraved. He saw that the sky was still bright, so he discussed with Madara that he could go out and buy some wine for him. Satisfy your hunger, just come back before dark.Teacher Cat stopped making noise, Natsume Takashi heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to go out. It was very safe during the day, not to mention that he had lived here for a few days and didn't see anything happening, so he relaxed. Unfortunately, he Neither Mr. Cat nor Mr. Cat thought of it.

This area is a high-end residential area. There must be wine, but he can't afford it, so Natsume Takashi can only walk to the area below. The journey is longer than he thought. When he returned to the familiar residence When we were in the district, there was already a hint of night in the sky.

Natsume Takashi couldn't help beating the drums in his heart, it shouldn't matter, right?Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and saw a woman just as he was about to arrive.

Her long black hair was scattered behind her back, and her pale skin exuded an indescribable charm.Almost subconsciously, Natsume Takashi slowed down his breathing and pace, planning to take a detour.If it was normal, he would definitely go up and ask what's wrong and if he needs help, but now, his intuition tells him that it's better not to come forward to talk to him, otherwise he will definitely regret it.

Who knew that as soon as he took the first step, he was stopped by a female voice.

"Where are you going?"

That voice made Natsume Takashi feel extremely cold almost instantly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, making people's teeth chatter uncontrollably, "Just, just go back." The voice continued, "Isn't your house in front? Natsume Takashi tried hard to control himself, he lowered his head, praying in his heart that the teacher would come to save him quickly, and then replied: "It's in the front, I want to exercise."

The other party fell silent, and sweat dripped down the tip of his nose. At this moment, a figure appeared in his line of sight. It was a female kimono, the color was black, and her pale hand was stroking her belly. It was a pregnant woman.

"I want to invite you to my house."

The next moment, he was enveloped in thick black.

So, it became what it is now.

Natsume Takashi looked at the top with dead fish eyes, and decided to ask the teacher not to drink alcohol for three months when he went back, no, he wanted to force the teacher to quit drinking!

When he went out, Claire, the teacher, and Mr. Seimei were there.

Seimei-san...?

Natsume Takashi suddenly thought of the words that the other party greeted when he went out.What was their conversation about?Natsume Takashi fell into memory.

【"Natsume-kun, do you want to go out?" Abe Seimei greeted with a smile.

Natsume Takashi nodded, "Yes, the teacher is clamoring for a drink, it's true." The other party covered the lower half of his face with a fan, and there was a hint of original expression in his blue eyes.Natsume Takashi tilted his head, "What's wrong? Mr. Seimei? Do you need me to bring you something?"

The other party showed a trace of unrecognizable emotion, "Natsume-kun, as long as you can come back properly."]

Memories are over.

Natsume Takashi was silent.

Natsume Takashi was suffocating.

Mr. Seimei! ! !

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The author has something to say:

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Mr. Seimei!What are you doing, Mr. Seimei!

Natsume fell into confusion: Could it be that I was tricked by Mr. Seimei?

Natsume who was accepted as a disciple in the future: Why did you cheat me in the first place?

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这两天扭转我的美国时差去了，我终于变回了中国人！！hhhh，以后正常更新。感谢在2020-06-0722:35:43~2020-06-1021:18:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Gray hibiscus (√) 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!