Yokai Atlas Remake Project

When Bu Heng woke up, Zhou Yan heard the movement, but? Until he finished stretching and came out of the room to talk to Tangli, Zhou Yan didn't look up.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sketchbook in his hand.

When he came here to look for Kui Niu last time, he saw Bu Heng painting, and he was curious for a moment what the little monster was painting.So when Tangli asked if he wanted to see Bu Heng's paintings, he accepted them without hesitation.

Bu Heng's paintings are indeed good, whether it is a monster body or a human figure, they are all lifelike, especially the one of his father Bu Han, it can be seen that a lot of work has been done, the dark brown mane is distinct, obviously lazy A bit of coldness that cannot be concealed can be seen in the half-closed eyes triumphantly - it is almost exactly the same as what I saw in Lutai Mountain that day.

Zhou Yan flipped through the pages, and then saw a somewhat strange, but actually very familiar red monster.

Ever since he could remember, he would deliberately hide the characteristics of the dragon clan every time he transformed into a demon body, but he never took a good look at his own appearance when he transformed back into a demon body.

Reddish-brown back hair, long hair and round ears, body shape like a wolf, but long and bushy tail.

Zhou Yan recalled what Bu Heng called him when they first met—the dog demon in the water.

He smiled slightly, and glanced at the person in the painting? He was dressed in black, turned his gaze, and saw the annotation below.

It seems that Bu Heng gave him more notes than others. There is a line crossed out that can vaguely distinguish the words "reserved dog demon". I don't think so? What a good word, the next line is probably? Knowing his identity rewritten later.

Zhou Yan took a look, and the smile on his lips disappeared:

He is stingy, irascible, aggressive and aggressive, and his temper is really not pleasing.

His fingers slid across the line over and over again, and his nails left a shallow scratch on it.

In fact, this comment is also correct. The entire Yaozu has almost the same impression of being stingy. In this way, even Bu Heng's wording can be said to be more euphemistic.

They hadn't been very happy when they met each other before, so it wasn't too surprising to get such an evaluation.

Zhou Yan sat in silence for a while, listening to Bu Heng and Tang Li say a few words, his brows were furrowed all the time.

"You..." Bu Heng squatted on the coffee table, looking at Zhou Xi's face, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Even now, he has been able to live in the same room with Zhou Xi peacefully, and was even saved by him, but Bu Heng still feels that his comment is very pertinent and accurate.

But it doesn't mean you can show it directly to the other party.

Isn't he? Zhou is stingy, and I don't know what kind of mood he will be in when he sees those two lines. He just looks at that not-so-good face and hesitates. Is he? No? Should I apologize?

"Son?" The door opened from the outside, and Bu Han came in carrying a lot of bags, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Bu Heng glanced at Zhou Yan with some trouble, jumped off the coffee table, wagged his tail and walked towards Bu Han, took the bag in his hand and sniffed lightly, "Buy this bag?" How many things??"

"Chicken, pork ribs, beef..." Bu Han picked at the mouth of the bag, pointing to Bu Heng one by one, "Stew some soup for you to nourish your body?"

Bu Heng raised his head, a pair of light-colored eyes fixed on Bu Han's face, and asked sharply, "Who did it?"

Bu Han froze: "I... read the recipe, you can watch by the side."

Bu Heng raised his paw and scratched his forehead, and glanced around the living room: "I don't have any other choice, do I?"

The father and son walked into the kitchen talking and laughing. Zhou Yan looked up, closed the sketchbook in his hand, and threw it back on the coffee table.

Tangli followed and looked over: "Have you finished reading?"

"Yeah." Zhou Xi replied.

Tangli glanced at his face strangely, put down the water bottle in her hand, lowered her head and said a few words to the little fairy Qiuqiu, and went to the tea table to pick up the sketchbook: "What's the matter, did you draw? No okay?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips and shook his head: "No, very good."

"Then you..." Tangli was even more confused, and was interrupted by Zhou Yan before she could finish speaking.

He lowered his eyes slightly, leaned back on the sofa? "I'm a little tired, take a rest."

"Oh." Tangli scanned his face, and replied very softly in a low voice.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes, listening to Tang Li's voice deliberately lightening his movements, and the father and son in the kitchen talking from time to time, and kept repeating the notes on Bu Heng's monster atlas in his mind.

Irritable personality, aggressive and aggressive, temper... not pleasing.

These three words are simply the best summary of his life. From birth, he has been such an unpleasant existence to the entire monster race.

No big deal either.

"time to eat!"

The soft pads were slapped on his hands, and Zhou Yan subconsciously opened his eyes only to find that he had fallen asleep unknowingly.

After Tangli washed her hands, she went into the restaurant to help Bu Han serve dishes, Bu Heng crouched on the coffee table with her head tilted and asked Zhou Xi to get up, her front paws still resting on his hands.

Zhou Xi lowered his head for a glance, then gently withdrew his hand, turned his head and looked out the window, only to find that it was already dusk, the sun was setting, and the sunset glow was continuous and brilliant, dyeing the sky red.Reflected into the window?, the fluffy white fur of the white lion cub also had a pink halo.

Zhou Yan rubbed his eyes: "What?"

"Wash your hands and eat," Bu Heng looked at him for a while, then jumped off the coffee table.

Seems like still? Something's wrong.

Bu Han bought a lot of vegetables, and finally turned them into finished products, and there were not many of them that could be served on the table—although Bu Heng was present, most of the time, when he discovered Bu Han's intentions, Everything is irreparable.

Zhou Xi sat down at the dining table, and glanced over the table—compared with Lin Yuan's cooking skills, it was a few extremely common, poor-looking dishes, but he still didn't say anything, Just pick up the chopsticks?

Bu Han was quite satisfied with the results of his first cooking, and even took out a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator.

Bu Heng squatted on the dining chair, and quickly stretched out his claws to pat Bu Han's hand that was about to pour wine for Tangli.

"No," Bu Heng said, "Tangli can't drink."

"Okay," Bu Han didn't insist, poured an extra glass and handed it to Zhou Xi, "Then change it."

The transparent liquid swayed gently in the wine glass, and the pungent smell permeated in the nostrils. Bu Heng glanced at it, and turned his gaze to Zhou Yan's face: "If you don't want to drink, you can directly refuse."

Zhou Xi tilted his head, looked back at him, raised his hand the next moment, and drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp.

Bu Heng: "...OK."

Although there were only four people, the meal was very lively.

Zhou Yan's glass of wine just now made Bu Han feel that he was meeting his opponent, raised his hand and drank his own wine, refilled the two wine glasses, and pulled Zhou Yan to drink.

Zhou Xi still didn't talk much, but he never refused anyone who came, and the big bottle of white wine soon bottomed out.

The taste of baijiu is pungent and lingering. It has a completely different taste from beer, just like the one he tasted in the human world hundreds of years ago, but it is not exactly the same.

Zhou Yan drank a few cups in a row before he faintly felt his head dizzy and his eyes a little heavy. The eyes of Bu Han opposite him were brighter, and he seemed to be enjoying the current state.

Zhou Xi pushed the empty cup in his hand again, and let Bu Han fill it up for him. During this process, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the opposite side.

Bu Heng lowered his head, slowly eating the food on the plate.He ate very carefully, insisting not to let a little bit of oil splash on his face.

The mobile phone placed on the corner of the table suddenly rang. Tangli poked the screen a few times according to the method taught by Bu Heng, and connected the call.

The person? The voice of Kobayashi came over: "Bu Heng, are you feeling better?"

Bu Heng paused, and then replied: "I have a bit of a cold? I've taken the medicine and slept for a day, and I'm much better. I can go to work almost tomorrow."

Xiao Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're fine, one or two suddenly? Ill? I thought? The hot pot I ate last night was? Wasn't it? There was something wrong."

Bu Heng raised his eyebrows: "Is there anyone else? Also sick?"

"Lele bai," Xiao Lin said, "I called my boss in the morning and said I was sick and had to ask for leave. After that, there was no news for a whole day. I was thinking about going to her house for a while."

"Then you remember it after reading it? Tell me," Bu Heng said, "don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Well, probably? I fell asleep," Xiao Lin said, "Let's do this first, as long as you are fine, I'm going to Lele's house now, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Xiao Lin hung up the phone in a hurry, Bu Heng was silent for a while, then turned to look at Tang Li, who was quietly sipping a meal beside her, "Do you still remember? The colleague you met after get off work that day?"

Tangli put down the chopsticks in her hand, thought about it seriously for a while, and nodded: "Is it? That female colleague who has a faint evil look all over her body?"

Bu Heng nodded: "Yes? She?"

He raised his paw and rubbed his face, and continued, "Yesterday I also smelled that evil spirit on her body? It sometimes fades and sometimes grows stronger, faintly visible, like, is it? It's like getting it from somewhere."

Tangli blinked: "So, it seems to be? It's a bit like that, then...do you want to ask her?"

I'm not sure what Wei Lele is? Is he? A monster? Some words are? I can't speak.

Bu Heng thought for a while: "Wait a while and see if Xiao Lin can..."

He had just finished speaking when he was interrupted by a loud noise. He subconsciously looked over and found that Bu Han had disappeared from his chair. At the same time, a huge brown lion was crouching He fell asleep on the ground.

Bu Heng: "..."

It seems that a new recommendation on moderate drinking should be added to the "Monster Race Management? Act".

Bu Heng jumped off the chair, leaned in front of Bu Han, gently raised his paw and patted his face, and found that he was sleeping soundly, didn't feel it at all, and didn't bother to toss about it.

"It's almost time for my dad to go to sleep." Bu Heng turned his head, and met a pair of bright eyes that stared intently at him, "Do you want to go to rest for a while?"

Zhou Yan sat motionless on the chair? His head was dizzy, and his eyelids couldn't help sliding down.

Rarely did he experience this feeling of being almost out of control.

After a long time, he leaned on the table and slowly stood up.

The author has something to say: the content I want to write has not been written yet, and the update will start at 18:30 tomorrow.

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