Yokai Atlas Remake Project

"Stop being so passionate!" Zhou Yan frowned, "Where's the dagger?"

"This is really a good place. I've only been here for a few days, and I can even swear." Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, "But... what dagger?"

He was filthy all over, and his black clothes were also tattered and stained with a lot of mud. No matter how he looked, he looked like a beggar.When speaking, there was a kind of deja vu calm and breezy—just like Zhou Che's usual appearance.

Zhou Yan's anger was successfully ignited.

"Play stupid again and lift your turtle shell." He stretched out his fingers and claws to touch Zhou Qi's neck, and said word by word, "My short sword, you take that one."

Zhou Xi's fingers and claws were as cold and sharp as his expression, even if Zhou Qi shook his head a little, blood would splatter on the spot.

"Who said I took your dagger, Tangli?" He blinked, "It's not appropriate to just listen to one side of this kind of thing, why don't you ask him to come out and confront him?"

Zhou Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and pressed down on his wrist, and tiny bloodshots immediately oozed out.

"Hiss, it's really a move!" Zhou Qi sighed, "Okay, I admit that I took the short sword. Anyway, my brother, it's not worth it to hurt a sword."

"I'm not on good terms with you," Zhou Xi withdrew his fingers and stared at him condescendingly, "Give me back the dagger, and you can get out immediately."

Zhou Qi touched his neck with lingering fear, and rubbed his blood-stained fingertips on his clothes casually: "You don't want to know why I took your dagger?"

"I don't want to." Zhou Yan squeezed his fingertips.

"Did Tangli tell you that I want to exchange your short sword for money?" Zhou Qi sighed, "Actually, I did plan to do so, but then I thought you liked that sword so much, if I really sold it ...Of course, it’s also a different era now, and that thing is a little hard to sell.”

Zhou Yan pointed at him: "If the turtle shell doesn't want it, you can continue talking nonsense."

"A broken tortoise shell, if you want it, you can take it, you and my brother don't have to look outside." Zhou Qi said generously, "You found it, and I want to return it to you, but it's not because I didn't bring it with me. Well."

Zhou Xi took a deep breath, controlled the urge to blow Zhou Qi's head off, suppressed his anger and asked, "Where is it? I'll go get it with you."

"...you can go if you want," Zhou Qi pointed to the place where Tangli had been standing before, "I have such a big Tangli tree here, so you have to return it to me first?"

Zhou Xi stared at him, Zhou Qi was not afraid, and looked at him calmly.

After a long time, Zhou Xi said, "I didn't take Tangli away...but I almost know where he is."

-

As dusk fell, another day passed without a sound.

Wei Lele turned off the computer, and saw Buheng still staring at the computer intently: "Working overtime only on Monday?"

"Let's go now." Bu Heng saved the picture, simply tidied up the table, and picked up the potted plants on the table when he got up.

Wei Lele took a look: "This potted plant wasn't brought here in the morning, so why did you take it away?"

"I bought it on the way to work, and took it home to display." Bu Heng gently touched the tender green leaves with his fingertips, and when he saw the whole branch trembling, he slightly curled his lips.

Wei Lele also packed up his things and walked out with Buheng, and glanced at his hand curiously: "What kind of tree is this? It looks a little small, can it bear fruit?"

"Tangli." Bu Heng said with a smile, "When the fruit is finished, share it with you."

He pressed the elevator, waited for Wei Lele to enter, and then followed with the potted plant in his arms.

Wei Lele looked at his careful movements: "I wish I had known that I would also raise a plant, water it, pay attention to the light, and there will be fruits to eat in the future. It's not like the little ancestor in my family who can eat and make trouble. It's fine. 'Prison Break', no worries at all."

Wei Lele has a hamster at home. A few days ago, when the door of the cage was not closed, he sneaked out. He has been looking for it for several days.

"Have you found it yet?" Bu Heng asked.

"I forgot to tell you guys," Wei Lele said hastily. "Last night when I was going to bed, the girl who shared the room next door got up to go to the bathroom and suddenly screamed that there was a mouse. When I opened the door and went out, I saw that little guy running over..." Said When she got here, she couldn't help covering her face, "After I caught it back, I apologized to the next door for a long time."

Although there was complaint in his tone, we could tell that Wei Lele was in a good mood, and Buheng also laughed: "Just find it."

"No," the elevator door opened, Wei Lele waved his hand, "I'm leaving first, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

Bu Heng walked out of the office building, walked around to the back alley where there were few people, and put the potted plant in his hand in the corner where he met Kui Niu.

When the breeze blew, the Tangli in the flowerpot shook its branches and leaves, and turned back into a human form.

"Thanks for your hard work," Bu Heng said, "It's not convenient to take people to the company suddenly, so this is the only way."

"I like being in the soil, it's not hard." Tangli shook her head, then tugged on the light green T-shirt she chose from Bu Heng's closet, still feeling very fond of it, "That girl just now was also a monster?"

"Huh?" Bu Heng hesitated, "I never asked, does she have abnormalities?"

"There is a very faint evil spirit on my body, I seem to have smelled it somewhere." Seeing Buheng's doubts, Tangli touched her head in embarrassment, "I don't have a good memory, Kui Niu said, maybe it's because I'm getting old .”

"It's just that Kui Niu has the nerve to laugh at others," Bu Heng laughed, and didn't ask further, "Go home."

The sky was getting dark, and the street lights were lit on the street, and the lights were bright as far as the eye could see.

Tangli walked beside Bu Heng, and looked around curiously: "Human life is so short, but they can always live wonderfully. No wonder there is so little aura here, but there are so many monsters who would rather give up cultivation and stay."

"Probably because everyone is becoming more pragmatic."

"Practical?" Tangli turned her head and looked at Bu Heng suspiciously.

"There is another saying among human beings, which is to live in the present moment."

Bu Heng looked up, it was a sunny day, but he didn't see half a star, the moon showed a faint halo in the sky, you knew it existed, but you still couldn't see it clearly.

"Cultivation is like an unknown road. It is unknown to what extent you will be diligent in the end, whether you can really become a god or immortal or live forever. It is more likely to spend hundreds of thousands of years in vain and get nothing."

He withdrew his gaze, walked forward slowly, and said, "The life right now is tangible. In the limited life, do what you like, be with the person you like, until you die. Looking back at that moment, it’s fine if you don’t feel regretful.”

Tangli lived for thousands of years, this is the first time she heard this kind of statement, she was stunned for a long time before she blinked: "No wonder Kui Niu said, you don't look like a cub at all."

"My dad sometimes says that about me." Bu Heng said with a smile, "Sometimes he thinks I'm more like his father."

"Your father..." Tangli thought for a while. When he was in the forbidden area, he heard a lot of things related to human society from various big and small monsters. "Do you need his permission to bring me home?"

"Normal families should be like this, but our family...is not a normal father-son relationship." Bu Heng said, "Let's go, get off work early today, and take you to the bus."

The lights were on in the room, and as soon as the door was opened, the smell of food hit my face.

Bu Heng froze for a moment, took a step back, and glanced at the house number.

Tangli followed behind him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Bu Heng let him in, and took the two of them's slippers, "It's just a bit of a surprise."

"Son is back?" Bu Han poked his head out from the kitchen and saw Tangli who was bending over to change shoes, "Colleague?"

"Tangli," Bu Heng introduced, "this is my father, Bu Han."

Tangli greeted politely: "Hello!"

"Come in and sit!" Bu Han smiled, "It's time to come back, wash your hands and eat."

"OK, thanks!"

Seeing Bu Han return to the kitchen, Tangli said to Bu Heng: "It smells delicious, isn't your father's cooking delicious?"

The air is full of the smell of food, Bu Heng carefully identified and confirmed that there is no smell of cooking instant noodles.

"I bought it," he pointed it out unceremoniously, "I'll take a look, you sit down for a while."

Tangli sat alone in the living room for a while, and when Bu Heng supervised Bu cold and hot dishes to come out, she found him standing by the window.

"It's time to eat!" Bu Heng yelled, and suddenly looked back, "That flower..."

On the bay window of the living room, there was a pot of prickly prickly pears that had always been lifeless, but now they became vigor and vitality visible to the naked eye, with a gorgeous red flower blooming in the center of the thorn bush at the top.

If you look closely, you can also find that the flower is swaying towards Tangli with a very small range.

Tangli touched the petals, turned her head and smiled at Bu Heng: "You watered too much before, and his roots have rotted, so I gave him a little spiritual energy, but I didn't expect it to bloom."

A little bit of aura from the millennium pear tree... just a little more, maybe this pot of prickly prickly pears will become spiritually intelligent.

Bu Heng sighed in his heart, and glanced at the still swaying prickly pear: "Thank you for him. Eat..."

He glanced at Tangli's fingers that were still caressing the petals, "Wash your hands first."

The author has something to say: Because there are many people in the family during the Chinese New Year, the code words are too slow, and the saved manuscripts have been consumed. However, in order to ensure the quality of this book, I still want to leave room for revision, and the word count is not far from V. Far……

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