I swapped my life with me

Mu Xue held it by the back of the neck, and threw the black cat, which was terrified by over-association and gradually stiffened, into the backpack: "What's your expression?"

Ulysses leaned against the zipper like a doll, with three beards still exposed, and answered him weakly: "It's nothing... I'm just thinking about the void and the membrane, you last night and you now... Oh no, my mind is starting to mess up..."

"Then you keep thinking." Mu Xue stuffed it in again, then lifted the backpack and carried it on her shoulders, and at the same time held the door key in her hand, preparing to return it to the landlady who lives on the first floor when she goes downstairs later. .

In the end, he stood there hesitating for a moment, and finally turned around, picked up the hair rope from the trash can, and silently put it into his pocket.

After doing all this, Mu Xue finally looked around the "home" where she had lived for nearly three months, and then unscrewed the door without hesitation.

The moment he stepped out, the temperament of this mysterious man suddenly began to change.

All those chilling chills were gone.

At this moment, anyone who sees him again will only think that this is a taciturn, autistic young man with no sense of existence.What's more, for example, some ordinary people with big nerves and poor perception can't even really realize that he has ever appeared.

Mu Xue raised her hand and grabbed her hair, letting those too long strands hang over her forehead, covering the sharp light that leaked unconsciously from her eyes.

He used to have a pair of flat glasses to cover up, but when he was studying magic a few days ago, they were consumed as experimental materials.

The man touched his eyelids: "It seems that we still need to get another pair of glasses as soon as possible."

It was still early at this time, and the passage outside the door was quiet.

The light bulbs in the corridor flickered back and forth, and the mottled light and shadows were projected on the floor and walls, creating a weird and strange atmosphere.

And when Mu Xue walked out of the room, all the lights and shadows were in commotion!

They began to crawl on all surfaces with claws and teeth, as if they were bewitched by some kind of hidden power, they faintly gathered towards the black-haired youth standing in the passage.

Bick: "..."

shit!

He clearly remembered that the guy next door would go out to work at seven o'clock in the morning every day, and then he would disappear all day, and only come back to rest at night.

But it's only less than five o'clock now, why did this old man come out for a walk? !

Thinking that after he was beaten up last night, he didn't dare to sleep. He was really afraid that Mu Xue would get upset and come over and beat him up again.Moreover, the gate of his house was still lying in the living room. Without this safety barrier, wouldn't that guy feel like he was in a state of no one, and he could come and beat him whenever he wanted to.

Piccolo was thinking in his mind, as long as it was dawn in the morning, he could go to the landlord to contact the workers to install the door, and Mu Xue would not go out until seven o'clock. By then, he would probably have installed the new door, and the two would definitely not meet. Opportunity.

Unexpectedly, before this plan was implemented, he had already met this old man in the aisle.

And, moreover!

Why does this guy have a scary background when he comes out?

How did he never notice it before? !

Under the addition of the flickering light effect, half of Mu Xue's face was hidden in the darkness, Piccolo took a step back and pressed against the wall, and then his heart was beating wildly, always feeling that the other party was going to smile at him in the next second , and then revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs.

Noticing Mu Xue's gaze, this imposing eight-foot man felt his scalp numb almost subconsciously, and then his nose began to throb, and even his mandible seemed to be falling off.

Piccolo shivered, and suddenly came back from his imagination, and quickly nodded and bowed to the other party: "Grandpa, grandpa! Are you going out, grandpa? Do you need me to carry your bag for you? Or buy you a meal?"

"I'm not bragging, we have good feet!" Piccolo patted his chest and eagerly sold himself: "Don't you need it? Grandpa, please don't be polite to me! Hey, if it doesn't work, I can still go out and make a call for you." work……"

Mu Xue: "..."

Mu Xue: "?"

And just when Mu Xue was full of doubts by the neighbor's sudden courteous flattery.

In another world--

A certain young man named Mu Xuesong also suddenly opened those dark green eyes.

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Earth, H province of Huaguo, an apartment in a community in Kaiyang City.

When Mu Xuesong got up from the balcony floor, he couldn't help covering his nose and sneezed four or five times.

"...Ah, ah!" He shook his head, feeling as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and his throat was still itchy: "Damn, when did I sleep on the balcony all night? Cough, cough cough cough ... No wonder I ride on the window to watch the night scene when I dream... Mengmeng, stop barking, be quiet!"

Hearing his voice, the husky who didn't know where to hide barked even more happily.

Mu Xuesong: "..."

Mu Xuesong wiped his face, first closed all the half-open windows on the balcony, and then pushed open the sliding door connecting the living room, looking for his pet dog in several rooms hiding the sound.

Living room, bedroom, study room, soundproof room (skip this one), bathroom...

Mu Xuesong: "...Mengmeng, who locked you in the toilet?"

The black and white husky, who was over three years old, whimpered softly, and plunged into the owner's chest, looking aggrieved as if he was hurt and wanted to be caressed.

However, even though Mu Xuesong's body is fairly solid, he was almost hit by it and vomited blood.

Mu Xuesong: "Cough cough cough cough—"

Mengmeng was locked up for one night, when seeing Mu Xuesong at this time, it was as if he saw his long-lost father (of course it is true), jumping up and down on all fours in his arms, while looking at his father's face indiscriminately Licking wildly on the neck.

The dog owner whose face was covered with saliva: "...Mengmeng, you are so enthusiastic today...Okay, okay, you go down for me...Dad's skin is almost scraped off by you!"

Throwing Mengmeng into the cold kennel, Mu Xuesong rubbed his swollen temples, and threw Erha back who had pounced on him again, and then began to search for the leftover cold medicine two months ago.

On the way to find medicine, he dug out his mobile phone from the gap in the sofa cushion, pressed it several times in a row and found out that it was out of battery, Mu Xuesong had to fish out the data cable again, and poked it into the socket to renew its life.

During the charging interval, he poured himself a glass of water, ignored Erha's howl of "I have something to say, please listen carefully", trying to recall why he slept on the balcony.

After a while, the phone automatically turned on, followed by a series of text message bombardment.

Mu Xuesong didn't read the information, just took a few pills by himself, swallowed them with hot water, and poured them into the soft sofa cushions while leaning back, squinting his eyes, thinking about life slowly.

First of all, there was an obvious gap in his memory of last night.

The last scene recorded in his mind was that he was standing on the stage of the "Lighthouse" bar, the lights fell from the top of his head, the audience was applauding, and the atmosphere was like a fire cooking oil.

He was holding a microphone stand in his hand, and standing behind him were some brothers in his band.

A waiter handed a glass of beer from the audience, he took it casually, raised his glass to the audience, and drank it down amidst the crazy show of electric bass and drum kit.

Having said that, I have to mention a few words:

That's right, in addition to having a professional "travel photographer" that sounds quite compelling, Mu Xuesong also formed a team with a few good friends in his spare time when he didn't go out to collect pictures. A very small underground rock band - Black Fire.

The Black Fire Band has four members in total, aged between [-] and [-]. None of the four members are from the music department. The band was formed mostly out of interest. It is a combination of fun.

These energetic and handsome guys usually like to get together and use music to release themselves.

And because Black Fire is really powerful among the underground bands, they are sometimes invited to bars like "Lighthouse", and everyone has a lively time together to earn extra money. It doesn't matter if you have more money or less. It's just for fun, and by the way, it can also help Heihuo gain a lot of popularity.

However, regarding the matter of the Black Fire Band, I will not give a detailed explanation here for the time being, but let’s get down to business and talk about the most important thing at the moment.

After drinking that half glass of beer, although Mu Xuesong racked his brains to recall, he still couldn't remember how he went home, threw his pet dog into the toilet, and lay on the balcony blowing the cool breeze all night. go through.

In those unclear memories, he seemed to have read an old magic book mixed with math problems with an old cat who had become a spirit in the middle of the night. neighbors.

Now that I think about it, it seems to be just a dream full of magic.

"Dreams or something, let's put it aside for now. But there is one thing I have to mention..." He stroked the cute dog's head, with a dazed expression on his face: "It's only half a glass, it's still beer... just Did the **** drink me to pieces? I'm not that bad at drinking, am I?"

The beer was given by the bar owner, and the resident bands could refill their glasses for free every night, and the owner of "Lighthouse" was very disciplined, so there was no possibility of any tricks in the drinks in the venue.

Could it be that his drinking capacity has decreased?

Really confused, Mu Xuesong finally remembered that he still had a communication device, so he picked up his insignificant mobile phone, unlocked the screen, opened the communication software, and tried his best to find the answer among the more than 200 unread messages.