no worldly appeal

In the dimly lit room, a big monster like a plush slipper is concentrating on squatting in a corner, holding a stack of thick manuscripts in its hand, constantly flipping through them.

The small candle beside him was burning, and there was only the last stanza left. The candle light flickered, as if it was about to go out in the next second.

Of course, this is not an ordinary candle, otherwise the monster named Mr. Po would not be able to light it directly.

Only monsters can be seen, and candles with calming effects illuminate a small corner. Mr. Bo quickly flips through the manuscript of the girl's manga that has not been published in this issue, and his two doudou eyes are shining brightly.

As an old monster who has survived for a long time, Mr. Po actually has no other hobbies.

Except for the girl manga "Let's Fall in Love-" that I'm obsessed with recently.

The love stories between male and female human beings written by the new girl manga artist Yumeno Sakiko are warm and lovely, with gorgeous scenes, ignorant love and the girl's emotional expression is extremely delicate.

All in all, it perfectly hits the cuteness of the old monster.

The storyboards, the emotional push, the clumsy female lead and the handsome male lead who rides his bike to school, everything is fine, nothing but not enough updates.

But waiting every month really makes monsters impatient, and that little update is really not enough to watch.

Mr. Bo sent [-] reminder letters to the editorial department, hoping to add updates, but never received a definite reply.

He was angry... decided to secretly follow the editor in charge of Yumeno Sakiko, to see if the manga author could save some manuscripts.

I got the address of Yumeno Sakiko as a matter of course, but found that except for the manuscript of the month, the manuscript box was empty, only blank paper.

Maybe the author didn't know what the next chapter was talking about before the deadline.

Therefore, Mr. Bo decided to follow up before the monthly due date, peeking at the unpublished manuscripts of the month, so as to be one step ahead of people and monsters.

Anyway, the monster catcher is not very sensitive to this kind of peeping comics, and Mr. Bo really does nothing but read the original comics, and every time he leaves, he will help take away the garbage.So this matter went on quietly for quite a long time.

Mr. Bo's courage has also been gradually raised.

After flipping through the manuscript, he sneakily opened the drawer to see if there was a sketch for the next chapter.

Mr. Po is lucky today.There are really a few sketches that have not yet been refined, which roughly outline the content and characters.

"That's great." Mr. Po muttered to himself, "Let me take a look..."

He eagerly stretched out his chubby paws to press the draft, carefully avoiding the pencil marks.

After flipping through the draft in twos and threes, Mr. Bo was satisfied.

He stuffed the stack of papers into its original position, stretched his body nestled on the ground, and planned to leave.

At this moment, his shoulder was suddenly pressed.

"What are you doing?" said a voice from behind.

There was rising heat around the furry ears, and the voice was soft like a whisper.

Help, found!He knew he shouldn't bring candles today!

Mr. Bo turned around stiffly, his hair was shaking all over his body, his flat face was like a rolling hill, and he said guiltily, "I, I, I didn't mean to—"

When he saw the face of the person behind him, his words were stuck.

The white hair shone slightly under the candlelight, and there were two strands of blond hair beside the ears, and the other party's pair of strange-colored eyes were staring at him without blinking.

It was the face from the nightmare!

The girl in a white shirt and jeans raised her eyebrows, as if waiting for him to continue.

Her face was very similar to the person in memory, only a little younger, which made Mr. Bo gasp.

Isn't it said that human life is very short?Isn't it said that the bond between humans and monsters is like a candle that will be extinguished?

If so, then what the hell is this in front of him!Who the hell is spreading rumors!

The strength of the hand on the shoulder gradually increased, as if it wanted to grab Mr. Bo.

"What wasn't intentional." She said softly, "peeking at the manuscript?"

Kusano Huali really did not expect that the source of desire, full of restlessness, anxiety and longing, was actually this chubby slipper monster.

He actually ran here to peek at the comics... and he came here while Nozaki Umetaro and the others were asleep, more like a smuggler than her.

Until he was caught and showered downstairs with the nape of his neck, Mr. Bo's whole monster was still in a state of shock.

He shivered in bewilderment, and shrank into a ball, "You, why is it you, no no no..."

Kusano Huali: "You know me?"

Mr. Bo shook his head resolutely.

No, I don't know, I don't want to know at all!

Kusano Huali was a little confused by his words.

Carrying it back downstairs with one hand, Huali Kusano continued to ask, "Are you Mr. Bo?"

She looked at the trembling monster in front of her, hesitated for a moment, "I... am I scary?" Scaring the monster so much?

Mr. Bo, who was lucky enough to be relieved hundreds of years ago, shook his head with difficulty.

She's not scary, doesn't she know it herself?Why scare him, hypocritical human!

So Kusano Huali asked, "Then I have something to ask you, is that okay?"

She said, "It's very important. If I can, I can pay you a certain amount of money."

"Why is this kind of thing happening again?" Mr. Bo's hair exploded, "You, you, give up! I won't promise you a second time, human!"

He retreated a few times, and ran directly to the window, "Even if I jump from here, I will never be threatened by you!"

Kusano Huali blinked, "Is that so?"

Her light words made Mr. Bo even more nervous.

"Impossible." Mr. Bo shook his head, "Absolutely, absolutely not!"

He said vigilantly, "Don't involve me in the love-hate relationship between you and that half-breed half-demon—I won't participate any more, you can settle it yourself!"

Kusano Huali didn't seem to be shocked by his declaration, nor did she express any intention of letting him go.

She groaned and called out, "The real man."

Countless tentacles sprang out from the shadows, bound Mr. Bo, and dragged him to the edge of the sofa.

The little octopus that was entrenched on it changed back into a human form, and the real person also put away the tentacles covering his legs, revealing a large piece of pale skin.

"Let me do nothing to change him, and he will be obedient." The blue-haired young man said happily, "Or, let's play something else..."

He smiled maliciously at Mr. Bo who was tightly bound, "I just learned something interesting recently, and I just need a monster to play with me."

Originally it was very villainous, coupled with his true innocence and ease, it was like a child playing house.

But Mr. Bo still shuddered, and turned his attention to Caoye Huali.

"What are you going to do?" He backed off and said, "Let's say it first, no matter what, I will never get involved in emotional disputes again."

Kusano Huali shook his head.

"Actually," she said, "I've lost my memory. Let's talk about something else first. For example, you used to know me."

Hearing the amnesia, Mr. Po's furry face almost showed ecstasy.

He shook his head decisively, "No, no, I don't know you. You have found the wrong person."

"That's right." Kusano Huali nodded, "Really, do you want to try improved slippers?"

She propped her chin, pointed her finger on the table, and made a clear tapping sound, "I don't think our Mr. Bo is very cooperative."

"Okay." The real person said with a smile, and the tentacles that were originally wrapped around Mr. Bo's body also tightened.

The breath of strangulation spread, and the strength increased, "If you are disobedient, it is better to destroy it."

Mr. Bo began to shake his head almost crazily, "I'll just say it! Don't do it—"

It was only now that he realized that the other party had indeed lost his memory. Not only did his personality change, but he also found an accomplice who could crush him like a bird.

Kusano Huali nodded, "Go ahead."

She smiled, and Mr. Bo looked surprisingly similar to the white-haired patriarch who only met once in memory, "It's better to be honest, isn't it?"

Mr. Po nodded in panic.

He whispered, "Then, let me go first?"

"Real man." Kusano Huali shouted.

The real person obediently removed the tentacles from Mr. Bo's body, but his eyes were still fixed on Mr. Bo, looking at him curiously.

It's like dissecting him.

Mr. Bo tried his best to ignore that gaze, "I first met you, probably hundreds of years ago... at the human market."

At that time, she was wearing a simple kimono, with a strong smell of blood on her body, and her whole body exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

He seemed to be injured, but he didn't cry out in pain. The corners of his lips were tightly pressed together, showing a determined and patient look.

At that time, Kusano Huali was accompanied by a red-haired mixed-race half-ghost, wearing a much more elegant kimono than her, and calmly dragging her back and forth between several stalls, with a casual smile on her face.

I said pulling because her hands were tied in front of her body with a rope, and the other end was held by the red-haired guy.

"I remember very clearly." Mr. Bo said, "Because...he glanced at me when he passed me by. I didn't know until later that even among monsters, this guy named Two-faced Su Nuo was very impressive. famous."

"After dying as a human, he came back to life as a monster," he said, "a powerful hybrid."

At that time, he only felt that this guy was not easy to mess with, so even though he felt that his attitude towards the female humans around him was bad and bad, he even said a lot of ridicule, but he didn't open his mouth.

As a result... Later, he met them again.

"I just went to pick up a medicine to buy some snacks... I bumped into you." Mr. Bo said, "I don't know why, but you seem to have knocked him out for a short time."

The young conjurer untied the rope from his hands, tied it around the half-demon's wrist, and tied it tightly, making a tight knot.

Mr. Bo thought for a while before walking forward, "Do you need help?"

This was a very risky move, but he was really curious, so he simply wanted to know more.

The young conjurer coughed and shook his head.

"Go away." She was so pale that a sick flush appeared on her face, and her voice was a little hoarse, "He... is going to wake up."

She was indeed right.

Almost in a breath, the half-demon woke up again.

At that moment, the young conjurer wobbled and fell straight down.

Mr. Bo, who was watching from a distance, almost rushed up, but faster than him was the two-faced Su Nuo.

The other party supported her subconsciously, so that Cao Yehuali would not fall to the ground.

When he came back to his senses, he sneered, threw her to the ground, and left on his own.

"The little monster on that mountain said that you were robbed." Mr. Bo said, "The human who was robbed by the two-faced Su Nuo as a food reserve made him very unhappy because he defeated him."

Because she failed to escape after that, she was detained. This is undoubtedly a kind of torture—for both parties, it is torture.

The two-faced Su Nuo suppressed and belittled her in various ways, mocked her arrogantly, and almost couldn't wait to see her in pain.

He said that you have fallen to this point because you are weak, you have been given up a long time ago, do you still believe that your patriarch will come to save you? Living in this world is worthless, it is better to die, listen Even the little monster shrunk in the ground is a little bit backwards.

But the young woman doesn't seem to give in.

"You often resist. Although you can't fight, you will only be beaten severely, but it seems to be because of the special technique." Mr. Bo said, "Occasionally you can succeed once or twice."

The author has something to say: there is a class in the evening, the update is a bit late qaq sorry.

There is one more chapter today, and I will continue to write.

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