When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

In the inn of the tavern,

He Heng hesitated for a moment,

"I'm calling you."

The best thing to do right now is to play dumb.

But obviously Yan Qing'an didn't like this, he looked at the other party stubbornly and said: "My name is not 'Ayu'."

He Heng subconsciously avoided his gaze, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying to change the subject,

"How did I say 'Ayu'? I clearly meant it"

While the other party was talking, Yan Qing'an noticed that his tail was raised, he really looked "not at all" lying,

"What is it?"

He Heng squeaked and said: "I said 'it's okay~ I'm here' Master, you are a poor listener, I didn't call 'Ayu'."

But the moment he said this, his tail wagged uncontrollably like a splashing drum.

"Oh," Yan Qing'an stared at his tail, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that?"

He Heng lowered his head and looked into the other person's eyes, and answered firmly,

"No."

It's just that before the words fell, the tail flicked again.

He Heng said angrily in his heart,

annoying!

Why doesn't this tail listen to it?

Then he slapped the bed vigorously with his tail angrily.

Seeing that Yan Qing'an's gaze was completely attracted by his own tail at this time, he simply got up and swiped his tail on the opponent's back, rubbing the opponent's whole body itchy.

Yan Qing'an's attention was immediately distracted by He Heng's actions. After all, who would have trouble with a big fluffy tail?

The next second, He Heng stuffed his tail into Yan Qing'an's arms, and said with an awkward expression: "Master, didn't you say you wanted to play with my tail?"

"Here, let's play for you."

Yan Qing'an didn't respond with an awkward face, but his hands had already pulled the other party's tail over and held him in his arms very honestly.

The big bad wolf's tail was big and fluffy, and it felt warm in his arms, so comfortable that Yan Qingran couldn't help rubbing his face.

But when he thought that He Heng would give his tail to others, the sour taste in his heart came up again.

At this moment, Yan Qing'an suddenly felt that he had turned back into the kind of child who would quarrel with others because of grabbing a beloved toy. He held He Heng's big fluffy tail in his arms and said:

"Then if someone else wants to play, will you give it to him?"

"No," He Heng shook his head, looking at him very seriously,

"Only the master can touch the tail."

After saying this, he saw that the person in his arms didn't speak, but his ears seemed to be a little red.

Yan Qing'an is wearing less clothes now, and he doesn't feel it when he adjusts his internal energy, but He Heng is afraid that he will be cold if he continues like this, so he interrupted:

"Master, are you still suffering?"

Hearing this, Yan Qing'an shook his head slightly, he let go of He Heng's tail and got up from the other party's arms, thanked him again, then readjusted his posture, and began to adjust his internal energy.

Just after midnight, the lights on both sides of the street have been completely dimmed, and there is no one on the road, nor the hustle and bustle of the day.

At this time, He Heng and Zhou Yue were squatting at a corner next to the central square, which is located in the center of the town and is the transit hub leading to all other places.

According to the plan, the two will be on the first shift tonight.

While He Heng was concentrating on observing the surrounding situation, he heard the people around him yawn.

Like them, several people from Yunjian Academy also set off for this place early in the morning, even a little earlier than them.

Although they are all cultivators, it is inevitable that they will not feel a little sleepy at this hour.

In order to concentrate his attention, Zhou Yue took out his spirit stone communicator and started playing.

This kind of communicator is carved from a special material of spirit stone, about the size of a bronze mirror, and looks very similar to those ancient communication symbols. The one Zhou Yue took out has a red tassel hanging on it.

He opened his communicator, saw a flash of white light on it, and entered the chat interface.

This chat interface looks similar to the WeChat window, the only difference is that their avatars can be moved, and Zhou Yue's avatar is his own selfie.

It's a selfie of a straight man from a death perspective.

He Heng glanced casually, and saw that Zhou Yue's chat window was full of elementary school girls from various schools, and the only thing they had in common was that they didn't reply to Zhou Yue's news very often.

At this moment, He Heng saw that Zhou Yue clicked on the avatar of a sword repair elementary school girl, and quickly edited a message and sent it.

And the last chat record between the elementary school girl and him is like this,

[6:40 p.m.]

[Jianxiu primary school girl]: It's getting late, I'm going to take a bath [sleepy jg]

[Zhou Yue]: Go, do you usually go to bed so early?

Then there was no reply from the other party.

[9:24 p.m.]

[Zhou Yue]: Have you finished washing?

[Zhou Yue]: I just had dinner, and I'm going to get rid of the demon later.

[12:01 p.m.]

[Zhou Yue]: I haven't slept yet, and I'm standing guard at the intersection of the street. Although that monster is quite difficult, you don't have to worry about me, I will protect myself [Brave Niu Niu is not afraid of difficulties jg]

After noticing He Heng's gaze, Zhou Yue didn't shy away from it, and said bluntly to him,

"I know you think it's not good for me to do this, and I admit that I'm a little playful."

"No," He Heng shook his head,

"Neptune's kind of talent can't be called being playful and licking dogs, but yours can be called 'diligence' at best."

Hearing He Heng's words, Zhou Yue's breathing stopped immediately, and he felt like he couldn't get out of breath, as if his hidden illness that he had been suffering from for many years was suddenly pointed out by others.

Then looking at the other party's calm and calm expression, one can see that he is a master in the field of love. Thinking of this, Zhou Yue pulled He Heng over all of a sudden,

"Then what do you think I should do?"

Let the master of love show you a trick or two.

Hearing this, He Heng took his spirit stone communicator and turned off the screen, so that the communicator looked like an ordinary bronze mirror, and said:

"so."

Zhou Yue didn't understand at once, "Huh?"

He Heng: "If you look in the mirror at this angle, your nose will look a bit straighter."

Zhou Yue: "And then?"

Immediately, He Heng took the mirror, took a few glances at his tall nose bridge and deep eyes, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then it will increase your self-confidence, after all, self-confidence is the pinnacle."

How has he ever had the experience of chasing people?

He Heng spent his four years in college living like a dog. In short, he was like a dog licking mathematics.

"Oh."

Seeing this, Zhou Yue took the bronze mirror and took a picture of his own face suspiciously, but before he had time to appreciate his handsomeness, his face sank when he looked at the bronze mirror,

"Grass, hell."

Hearing this, He Heng hurried over to take a look, and saw a black shadow with strange shape appeared in the corner of the street reflected by the bronze mirror, about a few meters behind them, the black shadow was invisible like a mist shape, but only revealing two blood-red eyes,

He immediately held Zhou Yue who was about to get up, and lowered his voice: "Don't move! Don't startle the snake, just see what it will do."

The next second, the black shadow floated to the center of the square, and it began to move and deform rapidly almost as soon as it landed. The black mist immediately turned into countless small particles that were almost invisible to the naked eye, and these small particles gathered together again Composed of human tissue.

First came an arm, then a leg, followed by a torso, and finally the black mist changed into a ragged child.

The child has two big black eyes, no matter the appearance, the big holes in the clothes and the dust on the face, they are all very cute.

The two watched the "child" walk through the square step by step, came to the residential area of ​​the common people, and knocked on one of the houses.

It knocked for a long time, and at last the door opened,

Some hostesses who couldn't bear the intrusion of knocking on the door pushed open the door violently,

"what's up?"

Behind him, the hostess carefully lit an oil lamp, and pulled her husband's cuff to signal that he should be more careful.

After seeing the helpless sobbing of the child, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and the vigilance on their faces weakened a lot.

That family, He Heng, looked familiar, and the man was clearly the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop.

The child started his own performance and said tearfully, "Uncle, I'm so scared, woo woo woo"

"A black shadow just broke into the house just now, my mother told me to run quickly, and then we got separated, I don't know what to do now"

Another sob and sob followed.

The old couple looked at each other, and there was an obvious looseness in their expressions.

"Damn," the man sighed, and he couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he said,

"Would you like to come in first?"

Just as he was about to open the door of the room to let the child in, he suddenly heard a cold male voice,

"Why did you run out? How many times have I told you, don't come and run away with me at every turn!"

Seeing this, both the old couple were shocked. They followed the voice and saw a young man with dog ears and a dog tail walking out from the corner of the street at some point.

The young man walked to the door, took the "children" by the hand, looked at them and laughed together:

"Sorry, this is my son."

"It's because I didn't educate it well. Whenever this stinky child quarrels with me, he will run away from home, and he will lie to others."

But the moment the child saw He Heng, he cried and struggled.

He Heng immediately held its hand even tighter, looked down at it and said with a smile:

"See if I don't beat your ass until I go back!"

The child burst into tears immediately, "Woo! You are lying, you are not my father!"

He Heng immediately smiled coldly,

"I'm not your father, who is your father?"

"Your father, I came here today to catch you, a monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately pulled out a bunch of demon ropes from his cuffs, and Zhou Yue, who was lying in ambush at the other end, had already set up a magic circle in this place. At this moment, he activated the magic circle, and the ground jumped immediately. There were several dazzling golden lights.

The two old people were shocked when they heard the "monster", and hid inside the house without thinking about anything

It was too late and then it was too late, seeing that the demon-binding rope was already covering the "child" and was about to be tightened, the child suddenly turned into a puff of black mist and dispersed from the rope, heading towards the north graveyard at an extremely fast speed. go away.

The bundle of demon ropes immediately turned into a red silk and chased after the black mist.

"Damn, what's going on?"

How could He Heng be willing to just run away like this when he was about to get the monster, and immediately flew in that direction with the long sword.

Zhou Yue followed closely behind, not forgetting to shout at He Heng:

"It disregarded the formation and forcibly escaped from the gossip formation I just had. It must have been damaged. It may not be able to maintain such a fast speed all the time, nor can it change shape at will, but you still have to be careful, this thing is too evil. , I have been hunting monsters for so many years, and I have never encountered such a wicked monster."

He Heng responded, "Understood."

At this moment, the two of them drove into the misty and complicated area again.

Amidst the black mist, the sight of both of them was obstructed.

But at this moment, Zhou Yue pointed behind a dead tree and shouted: "There!"

The next second, bursts of "giggle!" creepy laughter erupted from behind the dead tree, and it was just as Zhou Yue said, the monster was hiding behind.

While chasing it, He Heng asked Zhou Yue, "How do you see the difference there?"

The latter did not stop for a moment,

"Because what I see with my eyes is different from what you see. I am a monster catcher, and I am more sensitive to monster aura."

During the conversation, the two rushed to the top of the mountain chasing the monster, but the monster repeated its tricks again.

The moment they rushed to the top of the mountain, a thick fog suddenly dispersed around them, disturbing the sight of the two of them. In addition, they were in an extremely complicated terrain at that time, so He Heng and Zhou Yue were forced to disperse.

He Heng chased it all the way to a cliff,

Sure enough, as Zhou Yue said, the speed of the black mist began to slow down, and its camouflage became more and more clumsy.

Seeing that the other party finally has nowhere to escape,

He Heng broke through layers of fog and chased after it,

"Where can you go this time?"

However, at the moment when the fog in front of him dissipated, he was severely stunned.

"My darling"

At some point, the person in front of him turned into Yan Qing'an's appearance. At this time, he was wearing a white Taoist robe, holding a long sword in his hand, and blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth.

And in the inn on the other side,

Yan Qing'an glanced at the time, and found that it had been a long time since they and He Heng agreed to change the guard, but the two of them hadn't come back for a long time, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

In addition, the sensor of the other party's bracelet has been "buzzing" there, and after thinking about it, he is still a little worried.

So Yan Qing'an got up from the couch, picked up his long sword hanging behind the door, discussed with the others and decided that he should go out first to find the traces of the two of them.

Under the guidance of the sensor, he quickly came to the foot of the cemetery.

Finally, after going around in a circle, Yan Qing'an came to a place facing a cliff

on top of the mountain,

He Heng was stunned for a moment when he saw the almost identical face of the monster and Yan Qing'an, especially when he saw the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his heart still stabbed uncontrollably.

But then he quickly calmed down, drew his sword and swung at the monster,

"Laughing to death, my master wouldn't call me 'good disciple', he usually called me 'rebellious disciple'."

"You still pretend to be a monster?"

The moment the sword energy was swung out, "Yan Qing'an" let out a "giggle" laugh, and jumped towards the cliff. Its figure immediately dispersed, and it turned into a puff of smoke and fell down rapidly.

"Still running?"

He Heng raised his sword and chased after him. At the same time, he drew out another bundle of ropes from his cuff, ready to subdue the monster at any time.

He flew down hundreds of feet rapidly along the cliff with his long sword. The moment he landed, there was no trace of black mist on the ground, but He Heng saw a familiar white figure

After seeing the familiar wolf tail and ears, Yan Qing'an called out to him excitedly,

"He Heng?"

He searched for a long time, and now he finally saw He Heng's figure, and he could finally let go of his nervous heart.

But hearing Yan Qing'an calling him like that, He Heng's anger suddenly flared up again.

This monster is still pretending!

And pretending to be his master again!

Tolerable or unbearable.

He immediately sneered at the other party and said:

"You are my master?"

"Then I'm still your father!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the demon-binding rope and tied the other party up and down firmly, then threw Yan Qing'an to the ground, and firmly held the other party down to prevent him from getting up from the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Qing'an exclaimed in pain, and after realizing the strange posture of the two of them, he said to the other side:

"You let me go!"

He Heng is still angry this time,

"It's beautiful, I finally caught you, how could I let you go?"

"Let you pretend to be my master! Do you want to pretend?"

At this moment, He Heng's whole body was pressed against him, and Yan Qing'an couldn't move at all, and couldn't break free from the rope that bound the demon.

I was worried about He Heng's safety, but as soon as I ran over, I was tied up by the other party and said a bunch of inexplicable things. I couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

"What are you talking about? I am your master."

"Laughing to death," He Heng didn't appreciate it at all,

"Is that all you have to do? You won't show me some new tricks"

As he said that, he looked down, but he was a little stunned, and his words stopped abruptly.

Doesn't this monster look too similar?

At this time, Yan Qing'an under him was tied tightly with a red rope, a few strands of black hair fell on his cheeks, and the white skin exposed by his mouth was all reddened by the rope, and the bright color difference formed deeply stimulated him. He Heng's optic nerve was touched, but the other party's amber eyes were still covered with a thin layer of mist, and even the beauty mole at the end of the eye was exactly the same.

Even though the monster's acting skills just now were full of flaws, why is it that the master's expression is exactly the same now?

Thinking of this, He Heng did something that he never dared to do on weekdays.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the other's tender cheek vigorously.

In the next second, another obvious red mark appeared on the other party's fair skin, and the person below shouted in a slightly aggrieved voice,

"It hurts~"

The author has something to say: die laughing, Hublot is so brave