my roommate is not human

At night, it was as dark as Hui ink, so thick that it couldn't be melted.

There was a cool breeze, making the leaves rustle.

From time to time in the valley came the mournful and frightening chatter of the night owl, like a ghostly cry, the sound was piercing and captivating.

Not far away, among the dense branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun, the strange and cold pupils of the owl swayed, giving him the illusion that he was being greedily peeped by the bloodthirsty raptor with sharp beaks and sharp claws.

Under the feet, there is moss that may have survived for thousands of years. Because it has not been soothed by the sun, it is slippery and rotten, emitting the most damp musty smell.Beside her, dewdrops rolled on the grass stalks, and when she touched it, she slipped down and wet her trousers.

In the dark night, the gloomy valley, which was full of flowers and chirping birds during the day, was transformed into a gloomy place full of ghosts and shadows.The lush trees, emerald green vines and delicate flowers are all distorted into strange and terrifying postures.

Holding an unlit lamp in his hand, he stood quietly under the luxuriant sycamore tree, raised the corners of his lips, smiled lazily, and slowly stretched out his hand from Shu Yun's sleeve, flexing his fingers With a flick, the sudden green flame fell on the wick.

The glazed cup wrapped in Xue Jiqian's gauze lit up instantly, a cluster of emerald green fire, a handful of quiet soft light.

The curtain of the night was torn apart in an instant, reflecting his sparse eyebrows and eyes, which may not be very beautiful, but as the eyes flowed, the charm was infinite.

In front of him was a small lake, the water of the lake seemed to be soaked in the greenery of the lights, shining green light in the night, like a huge crystal clear emerald.

There was an elegant and quiet fragrance in the air, and his smile deepened unconsciously.

He didn't seem to notice that on the tree trunk above his head, there was a black and white checkerboard-shaped snake with a thick arm hovering around, staring at him excitedly. What was strange was that its lower jaw was shaped like a knife point. sharp obtuse angles.

Its name is - Viper, and it is one of the most venomous snakes in the world.

One drop of saliva is enough to kill ten elephants, and even the hardest diamond can be easily corroded and penetrated.

At this time, Viper's two gleaming sharp fangs were bared, greedily staring at the prey in sight, spitting out blood-red letters, and the saliva from the corner of his mouth slowly slipped...

tick tock...tick tock...

One drop after another, it fell on the white ribbon of the man's hair, and fell on his black hair.

The viper almost laughed, it will have supper soon, you know, it has been hungry for a long time.

But, but, Viper shuddered heavily, and stared wide-eyed with inexplicable horror. The man didn't respond at all, and even the saliva that fell from it didn't leave even a trace on the hairband, as if it hadn't happened at all. existed.

After a moment of panic, Agkistrodon quickly jumped into the branches and leaves, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It had never encountered such a terrible enemy, and of course it fled immediately.In fact, it is very smart, otherwise it would not be possible to live to hundreds of years old.

The man didn't care about its going or staying at all, he just focused on the lake as calm as a mirror without blinking his eyes.

"Fortunately, you are an immortal in the heaven, but you don't even have the heart to kill a viper." Almost mocking words suddenly came from the bottom of the lake.

"Everything in the world has its own law of survival, and the scorpion is no exception. Why should I increase the number of murders?" The man smiled lazily.

The sound is ethereal and refreshing, like the ding-dong of spring water, unfolding softly in the sleepy night wind.

"If you let it go, how many crimes will it do?" the voice from the bottom of the lake snorted disapprovingly.

"The sage is not benevolent, but nourishes all things. The law of the jungle is the way of heaven." The man's tone was still soft and contemptuous, as if he was careless.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The voice from the bottom of the lake complained.

"Of course you don't understand, you just..." The man paused and chuckled, "How could you understand?"

The voice at the bottom of the lake suddenly became angry: "Are you laughing at me?"

"No," the man shook his head. "Sometimes, not knowing is a pure pleasure. I hope you will never understand the laws of heaven, the rules of the universe... don't understand anything."

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the bottom of the lake again: "I don't understand, I'm just thinking about it all the time..."

The man waited quietly for the voice to continue.

"Thinking about how to kill you, drag you into the bottom of Lake Tirian, and let you stay with me forever!"

The man didn't say a word, but still looked at the lake lazily and dotingly and smiled.

"Why don't you just come down and stay with me." As soon as the words finished, a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent suddenly came out of the water and quickly reached out to him.

On the back of the hand is painted a blood-red lotus flower, which is about to drip, reflecting a coquettish streamer under the dim light.

The outstretched arm was seven or eight feet long, and it easily grabbed the man's wrist holding the lamp, firmly grasped it, and dragged it stubbornly into the water, "Come on, I have watched fish and shrimp chasing for thousands of years. Tired of watching, come down and play with me!"

The man stared blankly at the hand holding him. It was very beautiful, white, slender, slender, and well-proportioned. The blood lotus on the back of the hand was lifelike, like a dancing flame, but the palm was cold and frighteningly cold, wrapping itself around him like a dead snake. on the wrist...

He slowly, slowly raised his brows and eyes, and smiled softly: "Okay..."