Yokai Atlas Remake Project

Zhou Ling stood by the window and stared at the gradually bustling streets and alleys downstairs. The sun rose higher and higher, and the sunlight passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows engulfed him in it, which added a little bit to it. It rarely appeared on him. tenderness.

So much so that Bu Heng wanted to find a pen to record the scene in front of him.

But... He raised his paw and looked at the pink and tender meat pad, and sighed.

Although there were some twists and turns, and two pieces of bread were wasted in the middle, we finally finished our breakfast smoothly.

In today's state, there is no way to go to work. Bu Heng looked up at the time, jumped on the sofa to find the mobile phone that was thrown on it last night, and planned to ask the company for a leave.

It may be that his movement was a little loud. Zhou Yan glanced back from the window and found that Bu Heng was pushing his mobile phone with his claws and running around on the sofa.

The bread on the plate has been eaten, and the last milk has been drunk, and—he glanced at Bu Heng's face, the white and white fluff is clean and fluffy, not even a little milk froth.

Even at this time, he can still care about these trivial things, probably because of the habit he has maintained from his bones.

"Finish?" Zhou Xi asked.

Bu Heng nodded, raised his paw and tapped lightly on the screen, hesitated for a moment, "Help me."

With Zhou Yan's help, Bu Heng successfully asked for leave, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.Turning my head and seeing the empty bowls and plates still on the tea table, I feel a little uncomfortable.

"When I return to human form," he said, "then..."

"Never mind," Zhou Yan shook his head, interrupting him directly, "Let's go now."

"Go?" Bu Heng hesitated, "Looking for Dragon Turtle?"

He didn't quite know how Zhou Sing and Zhou Xing used to keep in touch, but Zhou Che's words just now made it very obvious that Zhou Qi, or even Zhou Sing's movements, were completely under his control.

Even so, still go to Zhou Qi?

"Go home."

Zhou Yan was a little irritable, and walked a few steps in the room, obviously not wanting to stay in this place that belonged to Zhou Che for another second.

Buheng actually didn't want to stay here, so he was silent for a while, looked towards the bedroom, and listened to the snoring from inside: "What about Kui Niu?"

"Don't worry," Zhou Yan snorted softly, with a sarcasm in his tone, "Zhou Che won't let the last Kui ox in the world be killed under the protection of the Council of Elders?"

"That……"

Bu Heng wanted to ask, did Zhou Yan plan to follow Zhou Che's words until the matter of Sombra was resolved?

He raised his front paws and rubbed his forehead, and finally said, "I'll talk to Kui Niu."

Zhou Yan paused slightly: "It's up to you."

As a baby monster, Bu Heng felt that he had seen more incredible things than most people. Half an hour later, he looked out of his bag and looked at Zhou Yan, who was knocking on the door of his house with a grumpy face. Sometimes, I still feel a little weird.

Zhou Xi also felt a little strange, originally he could have directly brought this little monster into the house, but because of the other party's insistence, he stood here and waited for him to open the door.

So? Fortunately, we didn't have to wait long.

Tangli, who had turned into a human, opened the door and saw Zhou Yan a little surprised: "Jia Zi?"

He turned his gaze slightly, and saw that Zhou Xi was carrying a canvas bag in his hand, and a white lion cub poked out half of its head, looking at him with a pair of light-colored eyes, "This..."

"Who's here?" Bu Han stepped on his sandals and came over, the smile on his face faded, and he took a step back, "Come in first."

Zhou Yan was keenly aware of the hostility hidden under Bu Han's calm expression, walked in silently, opened the bag expressionlessly, pinched the back of Bu Heng's neck and put him on the ground.

Putting his arms around his chest, Bu Han stared at his movements without saying a word.

Bu Heng shook the messy hair in the bag, jumped onto the sofa lightly, nodded to Tangli first, then tilted his head to say hello to Bu Han: "Dad."

Bu Han stretched out his hand and rubbed his head lightly twice: "Can't you change back to human form?"

"The spirit power is exhausted, and it will recover soon, don't worry." After Bu Heng finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Xi still standing at the door from the corner of his eye, and raised his paw and patted Bu Han's hand lightly with his flesh pad.

Bu Han laughed and looked back at Zhou Xi: "Please sit down, I'll pour you some water."

After speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Zhou Ling sat down on the sofa, and Tangli also moved to the sofa, looking at Buheng with some concern.

Bu Han brought out a tray from the kitchen, and handed the two cups of tea to Zhou Xi and Tang Li, and a small porcelain bowl filled with clear water, and put it in front of Bu Heng: "Drink some water."

"Thank you."

The three voices sounded almost at the same time, Bu Han raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhou Xi in surprise.

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the white lion cub that drank water, and put it on his lap. After careful inspection and found no trauma, he was relieved. He stretched out his hand and flicked his head lightly: "Speak, why?" What's going on?"

Since being able to transform into a human form, Bu Heng has never been treated like a cub again. He twitched his face and pushed Bu Han's hand away with his paws, twisting his body to break free from his legs. Come out, walk to the other side of the sofa and sit upright? Seriously, he said: "After having dinner with my colleagues last night, something happened."

Zhou Xi didn't speak or drink tea, just sat there quietly listening to Bu Heng explain yesterday's events to Bu Han, and glanced at Bu Han's face from time to time.

There was no obvious change in Bu Han's expression. When he looked at Bu Heng, there was still a slight smile in his eyes, but Zhou Yan could clearly feel that he was not happy.

Just like that day in Lutai Mountain, when I saw the dirty white lion cub rolling in the mud, I was just as unhappy.

"Okay," even so, Bu Han waited quietly for Bu Heng to finish speaking, and rubbed his head, "I see." He turned his body around and glanced at Zhou Yan. The hostility just now completely dissipated, and his tone Seriously, "Thank you for saving my son."

"It's okay," Zhou Yan said without expression, "I just happened to pass by."

"It's all my fault," Tangli, who had been silent all this time, stood up and whispered, "I can't stay here anymore."

"You have Zhou Qi's enchantment on you, and the black shadow can't find you, and it just so happens that I have the smell of Tangli fruit on my body." Bu Heng raised his paw and patted his hand, "If he thinks it's We have a relationship, it doesn't matter if you are in my house or not."

Tangli lowered her head, her face full of frustration, and it took a long time before she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, I promised Kui Niu to take care of you," Bu Heng said seriously, "Humans have an idiom that once you come, you can rest in peace, don't worry too much."

Tangli raised her head, looked at the white lion cub in front of her, and finally nodded slightly.

Although he still couldn't return to human form, after returning to the familiar environment, Bu Heng relaxed a lot, and because he was weak now, he curled up on the sofa and said a few more words, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Bu Han bent down and picked him up carefully, and gently carried him into the bedroom.

Only Tangli and Zhou Ying were left in the living room.

Tangli was still immersed in the emotion just now, with her head hanging down, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhou Xi leaned back, sank into the sofa and raised his eyes to look around.

The house is not too big, with two bedrooms and a living room. The layout is extremely simple, but it is well organized.

Obviously there are only father and son? Living here is more like a home than the small building in Linyuan.

"Jazi," Tangli suddenly raised her head, "Is Kui Niu alright?"

"It's okay," Zhou Xi replied simply, "The Council of Elders? Will? Protect him."

"That's good," Tangli rested her chin in her hand, "I still don't understand why that black shadow wanted to kill me. He killed the bear demon and hunted down Kui Niu before, all for the sake of taking their hearts, but I don't have a heart."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and answered after a long time: "Maybe that's not the ultimate goal."

"What is that for?" Tangli looked puzzled.

Zhou Yan didn't think about this question before, but at this moment he suddenly had a certain idea: "In order to obtain the other party's spiritual power."

Spiritual power... The reason why the monster race has a long life is because they can absorb the spiritual energy of all things in the world and convert it into their own spiritual power. The more spiritual power they have, the longer their lifespan will be. The power is completely exhausted and cannot be recovered, and it is the day of the fall.

Therefore, in order to prolong their lives, many monster races insist on staying in the mountains and forests to practice.

But there will be such a very small number of monsters who have other thoughts.

Tangli was at a loss for a moment, and finally shook his head lightly. After a long time, he said in a very soft voice: "I want to go back to the forbidden area."

Zhou Xi raised his head and glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Bu Heng slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up from his own bed and saw his claws, he was still in a daze, and it took him a while to recover.

The afternoon sun was dazzling and eye-catching, and it was a bit dazzling when it entered the room. Bu Heng rubbed his eyes and yawned.

This sleep was very heavy, and the exhaustion accumulated in his body dissipated a lot, and he could feel that the spiritual energy consumed the night before was slowly returning to his body, although it was not enough to support his transformation back into a human form.

Bu Heng stretched his body, stretched his waist, got out of bed, and opened the door.

The living room was very quiet.

Bu Han probably went out, and Tang Li was sitting in front of the French window in the living room, watering the pot of prickly pears patiently. As for Zhou Yan, he was still sitting on the sofa, holding in his hand a somewhat familiar sketch ?Book.

Bu Heng: "..."

Tangli turned her head from the window when she heard the sound, and looked at Buheng with a smile: "Are you awake?"

"Well, my dad has gone out?" Bu Heng responded, and unconsciously glanced at Zhou Xi's hand again, "What are you doing?"

"Bu Han said that you were hurting your vitality, and I wanted to make some soup to replenish you, so I went to buy vegetables." Tangli shook the kettle in her hand, "I'm watering, and Yazi is..."

Tangli glanced at Zhou Xi's hand, with a hesitant expression, "Sorry, I showed him your painting without permission."

"……fine."

Buheng knew that Tangli liked the atlas very much, especially after adding a portrait of Tangli on it, and he didn't mind Tangli showing Zhou Yan that painting.

but……

Tangli was illiterate and couldn't understand the notes above, but Zhou Yan did.

The author has something to say: I will update it earlier today, and I will upload it tomorrow, so tomorrow night’s update will be moved to before bedtime. Friends who go to bed early can watch it the next day after getting up. Thank you for your understanding!