Yokai Atlas Remake Project

After Zhou Yan got up, he was stunned for a while, then suddenly squatted down with his knees hugged.

Bu Heng didn't know Zhou Xi's drinking capacity at first, but seeing him like this, he knew that he might be better than Kui Niu and Lang Junjun, but it shouldn't be much better.

We can only hope that his wine tastes better.

Bu Heng raised his fluffy head, seeing Zhou Yan pinching his forehead with a distressed look on his face, he asked, "Would you like to drink some honey water to make me feel better?"

Zhou Xi seemed to have just discovered the white lion cub squatting at his feet. He stared at him blankly for a while, then he didn't know what? Thinking of something, his face suddenly changed.

"Go away," he waved his hands impatiently, struggling to get up from the ground, "don't talk to me?!"

Bu Heng didn't pay attention for a while, and was slapped on his body by? He rolled around on the spot and bumped into Bu Han who was sleeping soundly.

Zhou Xi turned his head and saw it, "hummed" very loudly, and staggered towards the living room.

Zhou Yan has always had a bad temper, but his current behavior cannot be explained by simple irritability.

Sitting at the dining table, Tangli watched him walk away in surprise, but didn't even think about it? What's going on? What happened? She couldn't help but look at Bu Heng who was squatting on the ground again: "What's wrong with Yazi?"

"Too much to drink," Bu Heng shook his hair, turned his head and glanced, and found that Bu Han was not disturbed at all, and was soundly asleep.

...well, at least at home.

There was no movement in the living room, as if Zhou Yan had disappeared out of thin air?

"Go back to your room and rest, I'll go and have a look." Bu Heng told Tangli.

Tangli was a little confused, but she still nodded, obediently got up and went to Bu Heng's room to find her own flower pot: "Good night."

It was completely dark, and a small yellow lamp was on in the living room.

Zhou Xi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, frowning and looking at himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror was wearing a simple white short-sleeved sleeve and black trousers that outlined his slender figure. His long black hair was tied high behind his head. He was a little messy, but he couldn't hide his slender body. Zhang delicate face.

Those dark eyes added a bit of heroism to him.

Bu Heng glanced at the door of the living room, and immediately remembered the picture of him standing at the window in the morning and being enveloped by the afterglow of the rising sun.

In fact, it was a face that no matter who grew up, he would be secretly happy, but Zhou Yan seemed dissatisfied, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.He looked in the mirror for a while, and then realized that the white lion cub at the door frowned, and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Although Zhou Xi's temper is usually not very good, but? Now his tone is different from the previous irritable? He even hides a bit of grievance vaguely.

Buheng was too lazy to explain to the drunk that this was his home, and he could go wherever he wanted.

He raised his paw and pointed to his bedroom: "Go to that room to rest."

Zhou Ling didn't move, as if he didn't hear what he said at all. After standing there for a while, he suddenly walked to the sofa, picked up the notebook on the coffee table, and turned to his own page a few times. In front of Bu Heng, he asked in an extremely fierce tone: "Did you draw it?"

Bu Heng lowered his head, saw the crimson monster first, and then saw his own notes, stepped back half a step, raised his claws and rubbed the tip of his nose that was rubbed by him: "...Yes."

"You can do it!"

Zhou Yan pointed at him, nodded again, drew ? on the paper with his fingertips, and said word by word: "Irritable personality, aggressive and aggressive, temper, unpleasant?!"

Sure enough, I still don't mind this.

Bu Heng was a little hesitant. He felt that he should apologize to Zhou Yan, but he didn't know if it was appropriate now. After he sobered up, would he forget all about it?

After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "I'm sorry."

Zhou Yan was a little confused by his attitude, stared at him for a while, then simply turned back and put the notebook aside, bent down and pinched the back of Bu Heng's neck to lift him up.

Bu Heng kicked his legs in mid-air, and was thrown onto the tea table before he could discern the other party's intentions.

Zhou Xi poked his forehead with his finger and said fiercely, "Look carefully!"

Bu Heng didn't bother to care about Zhou's attitude anymore, so he barely stood still: "...what?"

The lights in the room seemed to flicker, everything around became blurry, and a monster wrapped in red flames appeared in the center of the room out of thin air.

With the dragon head and jackal body, Bu Heng's eyes widened slightly.

...This is the original body of Yazi?

Zhou Xi hasn't turned into this in hundreds of years? He was stunned for a moment, shook his head uncomfortably, and looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror is a very majestic but very strange dragon head.

Zhou Yan's eyes dimmed immediately.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

Finding Bu Heng who was squatting on the coffee table staring at him intently, he snorted coldly: "Now are you likable?"

Bu Heng stared at the monster in front of him, slightly absent-minded.

He suddenly remembered what Lang Junjun said that day——is there any monsters in the world more majestic than the Dragon Clan?

In fact, the monster in front of him was at least [-]% similar to what he had imagined, but it still shocked him.

Previously, Yazi looked fierce and indifferent, but now he had the same pair of eyes, but they suddenly became more majestic.

That may be the innate deterrent to all things in the blood of the Dragon Clan.

He didn't get a response, which seemed to make Zhou Xi very unhappy, he randomly scratched the pair of dragon horns that made him uncomfortable, looked in the mirror, and muttered vaguely: "Why do you grow such an ugly thing. "

"Very...prestige," Buheng said earnestly after regaining his composure.

Zhou Yan turned his gaze away, but his dark eyes seemed to be shining red.

He was obviously praised by?, but he was not happy.

"You're blind!" He said firmly and shook his head, changing his form again.

Seeing his familiar face in the mirror, Zhou Yan was finally satisfied, shook his hair, went straight into Bu Heng's bedroom without even looking at Bu Heng.

The evening breeze was cool, blowing into the room along the half-opened windows.

In the flowerpot in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tangli stretched out its branches and leaves, bathed in the insufficient moonlight.

Hearing footsteps, he was a little surprised: "Jia Zi?"

Zhou Yan tilted his head and stared at him for a while: "Tangli?"

Tangli stretched out a branch and waved at him: "It's me, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xi lowered his head to look at himself, then looked at Tangli? The branch was not as thick as his calf. He stood there for a while, his body swayed, and he became the size of a palm. He climbed along the trunk to the top, picked He took a pleasing branch and lay down.

Tangli couldn't believe it and said, "Jiazi?"

But got no response.

The palm-sized monster curled up on a Tangli tree half a person's height, and soon fell asleep.

Bu Heng followed into the room, stared blankly at this scene, and patted Tangli's trunk comfortingly after a while: "Rest early."

Tangli: "...Okay."

The living room was quiet, and the notebook was spread out on the sofa, which happened to be the page of Zhou Xi.

Bu Heng jumped onto the sofa, raised the pad and touched it lightly, then raised his head to glance at the closed bedroom door, his thoughts drifted away, his head slowly lowered, and he fell asleep on the notebook. past? past.

The sky is bright.

The morning breeze blows the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

It wasn't quite right until Zhou Yan opened his eyes—why did he sleep on a tree?

He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw the young man sitting by the desk in front of the window. I don't know? Is it because he is used to seeing white lion cubs, or is it the headache after a hangover? He always feels that something is not right , It took a long time to say: "Changed? Come?"

"En." Bu Heng turned his head and saw the palm-sized monster crouching on the branch of Tangli tree, which was obviously not aware of the situation in front of him. Come down from the tree?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

He lowered his head for a glance, and only then did he fully understand the reason why he felt something was wrong just now—everything around him seemed to suddenly magnify many times.

In the end, the remaining drowsiness disappeared completely. Zhou Xi cursed a curse word in his heart, jumped off the branch, and turned into a tall and straight man the moment he landed. He glanced at the Tangli tree that had just reached his waist: " ……Feel sorry."

"It's nothing!" Tangli shook the branches and leaves, and also turned back into a human form, and smiled at Zhou Xi, "I'm going to wash my hands and get ready to eat."

Zhou Yan rubbed his aching forehead: "...OK."

There were only the two of them in the room, their eyes met, and they fell into a brief silence.

"I'm sorry," Bu Heng got up from the desk and stood in front of Zhou Yan, "I apologized last night, but? I want to say it again when you are fully awake."

"Why do you apologize?" Zhou Yan frowned slightly, "What happened before? Don't you write it off?"

"For this..." Bu Heng pointed to the notebook on the corner of the table, and said seriously, "Although I can have a subjective impression of you, it doesn't mean that you must be who I think you are. people."

Zhou Yan's eyes fell on the notebook, he lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.

"Here," Bu Heng turned his head, and picked up a large sheet of paper from the table, "If you don't mind, consider it my apology."

Zhou Yan looked up, his face full of surprise.

That's him in human body, and he looks the same as the one on the monster map, but it feels completely different.

The sun was warm, shining on him along the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and his long black hair was blown by the wind, with an unprecedented gentleness.

"When I saw it yesterday morning, I wanted to draw it." Bu Heng moved his sore fingers, looked at Zhou Xi's face, "I hope you don't mind."

Zhou Xi stretched out his hand to take the painting, and brushed his fingertips across the drawing paper, as if feeling a gentle hand brushing across his heart.

He looked up and looked at Bu Heng in front of him: "Thank you."

Finally, it is no longer the attitude of yesterday.

Bu Heng heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "I'm going to take a shower, you go to eat."

"En." Zhou Yan responded, but his eyes were still on the painting in his hand. He didn't raise his head until Bu Heng had gone far and the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Today is probably a cloudy day, not as sunny as the day before. Zhou Yan glanced out, then looked down at the painting in his hand.

Suddenly, he felt that Zhou Che's apartment wasn't so annoying anymore.

作者有话要说：临时要加个班，一会回来再修，抱歉今天晚了。感谢在2021-03-0323:32:13~2021-03-0419:14:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 3 agdash; 1 mango essence;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: agdash1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 3 because you didn’t work hard; 1 for negative, [-] for tsing;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Huanghui can't fly; 1 bottle of Chaoming and Suyi Qingrao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!