Yokai Atlas Remake Project

Plant-based monsters do not rely on food to obtain nutrients, nor does it prevent Tangli from being passionate and curious about human food.Even though Bu Heng had told that today's dinner was not made by Bu Han, after tasting a few dishes, he still praised them earnestly, and expressed his sincere thanks to Bu Han who bought these dishes.

So much so that Bu Han knew for the first time in his life what it means to be ashamed, and even came up with the dangerous idea of ​​learning a few dishes by himself.

He opened his mouth, and was about to boast to Tang Li and invite him to taste the dishes he made by himself in a few days, when he was interrupted by Bu Heng.

"Dad," Buheng poured Tangli a glass of water, watched him drink it slowly, then turned his head and continued, "Tangli will stay at home for a while."

Bu Han didn't ask too much: "Then how many days shall I go out to live?"

There are only two rooms in the house, and Bu Heng has refused to sleep in the same bed with others since he became human. Lang Junjun was beaten several times because of this incident.

"Don't bother," Tangli put down the water glass, "I don't need a bed."

Bu Han was a little surprised, and turned to look at Bu Heng.

Bu Heng briefly introduced the origin of Tangli, and then said: "We discussed it on the way home. We will find a flower pot later and put it in a place where the moonlight can shine by the window. When I have a rest on weekends, I will put it in a flower pot. Take Tangli to find a spacious place in the woods to stretch out."

Bu Han has also encountered many plant-type monsters in his long monster life, so he nodded clearly: "Tomorrow, when I go out for a stroll, I will stop by and buy some nutritious soil."

After speaking, he yawned.

Bu Han's life schedule has always been regular and primitive, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, he fell asleep after dinner, chatted with Bu Heng and the others, yawned and went back to the room to rest.

Tang Li yawned several times as if infected, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, she looked at Bu Heng anxiously: "Shall we rest too?"

Bu Heng looked at the time, it was exactly eight o'clock.

In the past many days, he was still working overtime at this time.

"Wait for me for a while," he got up and went into the small compartment for storing sundries, and came out after a while holding a huge ceramic flower pot and a large bag of soil, "A few years ago, my dad learned from others to raise a pot to make a fortune." Tree, I bought a lot of bits and pieces... Unfortunately, the tree didn't persist until it was repotted."

Tangli blinked and said regretfully, "I wish I had come earlier."

Bu Heng glanced back at the prickly pear on the window sill of the living room, and said after a little silence: "...Life and death are fate."

This ceramic flowerpot was several times larger than the one in the morning, and there were fine patterns printed on it. Tangli was very interested, and looked at the flowerpot for a long time before turning back to Buheng and saying, "Can I fill in the soil myself? "

Bu Heng lowered his head, saw the dirty dust on his palm, frowned, and glanced at the flower pot: "Let me wipe it first, you... wash your hands together."

Tangli blinked: "Wash again?"

Bu Heng didn't speak, and went into the bathroom with the flowerpot in his arms, Tangli immediately followed in her slippers.

After wiping off the dust accumulated inside and outside the flowerpot, watching Tangli fill the soil and watering it, and washing his hands again, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The curtains were half open, and the gentle moonlight was just able to shine on the flower pots in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Although it was far from the moonlight in the forbidden area, Tangli was still very happy.

He waved his hand towards Bu Heng, and it turned into a Tangli tree that was much thicker than in the daytime. The roots penetrated into the freshly filled flower soil, absorbed the water in it, and shook the branches and leaves contentedly.

Buheng sat down by the bed, looked at Tangli carefully for a while, and asked, "Your body is also like this?"

"Basically the same," Tangli's voice came from the window, "It's just that it will be thicker, taller, and its figure is about... the same as that big locust tree I saw on the way home."

Bu Heng thought about it for a while, nodded, and returned to pick up the sketchbook on the bedside.

A branch stretched out to the side of the bed, put it on Bu Heng's shoulder and put it in Bu Heng's hand, Tangli asked curiously: "What is this?"

Bu Heng was silent for a moment, opened the case and turned to the second page directly: "Sketchbook, for drawing."

"It's all your paintings?" The branch stretched out to the album, and saw a half-grown little boy on the paper, with short hair and big eyes, wearing a pair of light-colored shorts, with a big tear on his knee The traces, coupled with the wet tears on the face, should have just been dropped.

"This is..." Tangli's voice hesitated, trying to recall for a while, "Is it Lang Junjun?"

Bu Heng laughed, and nodded to a fluffy gray wolf cub squatting next to the little boy: "Well, when he was a child."

Tangli also laughed, and rubbed the small leaf at the front of the branch to draw the gray wolf cub's head, and then tapped the line of small characters below: "What are you writing?"

Bu Heng raised his lips: "The wolf demon cub Lang Junjun is innocent and kind, and loves to cry too much..."

...Bu Heng's best friend.

He paused, in the end he didn't have the nerve to read out the second half of what Lang Junjun forcibly added.

Fortunately, Tangli didn't notice it either. He used the branch to look at it carefully for a while, and commented: "Although I haven't seen him when he was young, I feel like he was drawn."

"Thank you," Bu Heng turned back a few pages, and showed Tang Li the few paintings in the book, "I've only seen the original forms of these monsters...and not the original forms. , so I only drew these."

"It would be great if you could come to the forbidden area..." Tangli said halfway, but regretted it, "Sorry, I forgot that the forbidden area is not a good place for you."

"Actually, we shouldn't speculate about things we don't understand." Bu Heng said while looking at the red giant beast on the paper, "Will Yazi return to his real body in the forbidden area?"

"Yes, it's been hundreds of years. Every transformation is the way you draw it. The dragon turtle is his own brother, and I haven't seen it before." Seeing Buheng touching the brush, Tangli changed her tone and asked expectantly. "Are you going to draw a new... draw me?"

"Yes," Bu Heng tapped his blade with the end of the pen, "It may take a long time to draw, if you are sleepy, you can rest first, and I will show you tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

Tangli responded and stopped talking, and the room became quiet again, only the rustling sound of the pen tip falling on the paper could be heard from time to time.

Bu Heng was very focused when he was painting, so when the half-covered curtain by the window was lifted by an inexplicable wind, he still didn't notice it until two men appeared in his room suddenly, and one of them fell to the ground. He only raised his head when he carefully kicked Tangli's flower pot with a soft sound.

Then I saw Zhou Yan standing by the window with an irritable face, and the thin old man standing next to him with a crooked figure, dirty body, and even a little knotted hair.

Bu Heng frowned, turned his eyes away from the strange thin old man's face, and turned directly to Zhou Xi: "You..."

"It's not me." Feeling that the little monster couldn't say anything nice, Zhou Yan interrupted first, "He's looking for Tangli."

Bu Heng glanced sideways and found that Tangli had stretched out a branch with tender green leaves and wrapped it around the thin old man's wrist without hesitation. The other branches and leaves shook happily and introduced to Bu Heng: "This is the dragon turtle."

Dragon turtle Zhou Qi?

Bu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.

After all, Long Gui is the son of the Dragon Lord, and has the blessing of knowing the world, but it looks like this. It really is the dragon who has nine sons, each of which is different.

Bu Heng glanced sideways at Zhou Qi's black clothes and trousers, as well as his messy hair, and turned his head to glance at Zhou Yan next to him—it wasn't completely different. Don't pay attention to the personal image is still very similar.

Compared with the suit that fits perfectly without a trace of wrinkle on the Dragon Lord seen from a distance in Lutai Mountain before, it seems that this point is not written in the genetic genes of the Dragon Race.

Zhou Xi kept staring at the little monster who was obviously taken aback just now, but at this moment he sat beside the bed with a calm expression and couldn't get up. He also took his gaze and expression changes into his eyes.

He couldn't help but glanced at Zhou Qi, and then looked down at himself.

The little monster obviously didn't say anything, and didn't even show superfluous expressions, but Zhou Xi somehow felt that he had classified himself with Zhou Qi, and even rose to the entire dragon clan.

He thought for a while, and calmly took a step to the side, a little further away from Zhou Qi.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the two people's uninvited visit, seeing Tangli's happy face, Bu Heng didn't say anything. He closed the sketchbook in his hand, leaned on the desk, and watched Zhou Qi and Tangli talk.

Tangli tapped Zhou Qi's face with a branch, a little puzzled: "Why did you come here and become like this?"

"Looking for you," Zhou Qi shook his head, "When I left earlier, I set up an enchantment around you, and today I suddenly found that you left."

His eyes fell on Bu Heng, and he sniffed lightly: "This cub smells a bit familiar, why haven't I seen it in the forbidden area before?"

"Buheng is Kui Niu's new friend, not a monster in the forbidden area." Tangli sniffed, a little confused, "The smell is ripe, maybe it's because I ate my fruit?"

Zhou Qi tilted his head and looked at Bu Heng for a while, then looked back: "I knew it was Kui Niu, why did you take you away?"

"because……"

Tangli told the story of Kui Niu being chased and killed in the morning, and explained, "He said that Lutai Mountain was not safe, and he was afraid that I would be in danger if that shadow went back."

Zhou Qi's dirty old face became even uglier. He was silent for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Xi: "Is the wound on your hand caused by that black shadow?"

The wound on Zhou Xi's arm was still wrapped with rags, and a crooked button that would soon become a dead button was fastened indiscriminately, and it was still stained with various blood stains and mud.

Bu Heng took a look.

I couldn't help but took another look.

Two minutes later, he turned around and took out a small medicine box from the drawer, found gauze and disinfectant lotion from it, and walked up to Zhou Xie.

"Extend your hand." Bu Heng said with a frown.

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