My monsters are going to heaven

On a quiet night, the peach blossoms outside the inn were in full bloom.

Rather than looking at the peach blossoms during the day, Mr. Cao prefers to look at them by lighting a lamp at night.

The peach blossoms at night look more lively and delicate than during the day.

The wick in the paper lantern was almost burned out, and the light gradually dimmed.

Master Cao looked at the wick through the hole above the lantern, and watched the flickering candle, unconsciously dazed.

When I was a child, whenever the wick was about to run out, my mother would carefully replace it with a new one.

Then, she smiled at him: "Look, it's bright again."

There is a faint fragrance of peach blossoms on the mother's body.

When I was young.

Master Cao didn't know why he remembered his childhood again?

That was a time I could never go back to.

He picked up the paper lantern with his dry and rough fingers, and walked slowly into the inn.

As I walked, I thought, maybe it was because, that was the happiest time for me.

He stepped on the creaking wooden ladder to the second floor, returned to his room, looked at the nailboard on the floor, and felt that the building was made of hard paper, as if it would collapse if the wind blows. It's about to melt when it rains.

After extinguishing the lantern, Master Cao quickly replaced it with a new wick.

light up.

The vanity mirror by the window reflected a faint light.

Master Cao deliberately went to the mirror and took a picture of himself.

Clear face, gray beard and hair, bright eyes.

Although he is an old man, he is still a Zhou Zheng old man.

This skin, anyway, no matter how many times it dies, it can regenerate a pair of flesh and blood. No matter how many times it is reborn, it is a horrible old man over half a century old, just with a different face.

He has become accustomed to these deep grooves that symbolize age.

From being afraid to look directly in the past, now I can look at myself calmly and find some advantages to appreciate myself.

He has been a bad old man who is so ugly that he is ugly, and he has also been a beautiful old master who can make his eyes shine.

360 lines, except for those that require young and strong, Mr. Cao has played almost all of them.

Mr. private school, old beggar, Taoist monk who catches monsters...

He has played this storytelling job countless times, it is really meaningless.

Why don't you change it next time.

He has long been tired of this old skin that will not die.

Be sure, think of a way to change it.

Change to a young...and pleasing skin.

Since Hua Moyan can get out of the donkey, why can't he?

If it didn't succeed before, there must be a small problem in some link.

Pick a few skins and give it a try.

Thinking of this, Master Cao stroked his goatee and squinted his eyes and smiled.

There was a sound of wind rushing in through the window.

But Master Cao knew that it was not wind.

Because of the sinister laughter of the old acquaintance.

"Hee hee hee, old man Mo, I'm here to see you again. Miss me?"

"Oh." Master Cao responded unhurriedly, and continued to fiddle with his paper lantern without raising his head, "What's going on with you?"

To be honest, he really misses it.

But what he missed was his mount.

Ever since Hua Moyan successfully changed his skin, Mr. Cao has never found such a hard-working mount.

Walking two miles now, this old bone is enough.

"Something went wrong." Hua Moyan smiled cunningly against his young and handsome face, "The timing of the attack is not right, it's really a steal."

Although he said so on his mouth, there was no regret on his face.

It's like a naughty boy getting into trouble but confident that he can escape the teacher's admonition | leisurely.

Hua Moyan stretched out his right wrist to Old Master Cao, showed him a black swirl mark on it, and said, "Look at this, damn it, I seem to be infected by him!"

Master Cao glanced at it: "Oh! This kind of ancient seal is very difficult to understand. Many ancient books have been lost."

"Hmph, no matter how difficult it is, I can solve it." Hua Moyan said lightly, "It's just...this body can't be counted as mine, so I can't use the blood luck of this skin." Pain appeared on his face, "This day and night, I was in so much pain that I was about to go out of my body! Foreigners' painkillers are useless at all! I have to think of a way to do it to Young Master Lu, first occupy this skin and relieve it Close it and talk about it."

After all, is it still unsolvable?

Mr. Cao didn't laugh at him either, he just reached out and took another paper lantern and continued to fiddle with it, casually said: "I told you a long time ago, I told you not to get the idea of ​​that monster... I don't know what the reason is, so I dare to act rashly." Make a move? Do you want to get his skin and say something else, if you want it, can you control it?"

After a pause, he said, "What's wrong with your current skin? Are you still not satisfied?"

"A mortal body, even a little ailment can make it uncomfortable. What can't be knocked on the top, and can't be touched on the bottom, it's just a show." Hua Moyan muttered.

Although he hated the donkey's skin, but the donkey's skin is invulnerable, and it is very useful for traveling thousands of miles a day without getting tired.

"Not enough hearts, ho ho ho."

Hua Moyan sat sideways on the window sill, holding his chin: "Tell me, what the hell is he?"

"You didn't know after observing for so long, how could I know." Master Cao asked back.

"He... how could he have such an old seal... he must be an old monster." Hua Moyan pondered.

Talk like you're not an old freak.

Mr. Cao almost laughed, he stroked his beard: "Didn't you say that the family surnamed Lu has been in trouble for more than half a year?... This monster may be a bad spirit. If you leave He's getting close, but it's better to be careful, otherwise you will be the next one to be unlucky."

Hua Moyan couldn't help laughing and said, "Shen Shuai...? Is there really such a god these days?"

"The so-called Faint God is just a kind of contempt for those monsters that bring disasters." Master Cao said.

Thinking of something, he asked again, "Where did your donkey skin go?"

Hua Moyan sighed: "It's in the hands of that monster." He looked at Master Cao, "Why, are you interested in it?"

Master Cao chuckled, "I'm short of a mount recently."

Bell tower.

Kim Poro sat on the top of the bell and waited.

Her silver-white hair reflected the cold moon, revealing an indescribable chill.

"Master, how is your seal? Your hair..."

Crows twittered on his shoulder.

"It's so pretty." Kimporo didn't care.

"...Uh, but I still think black looks good--black is the most beautiful color in the world. You see, I am black, charcoal is black, ink is black, and Bao Gong is also black..." Crow There are a lot of dark examples.

Kimporo raised the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.

——Actually, this is also pretty.

A loud voice rang softly in the ear.

Anyway, someone thinks it looks good.

Hua Moyan came late, carrying a fresh peach blossom in his hand.

A ray of wind passes through the peach blossoms, taking away a few strands of fragrance.

"If you come later, the sun will come out." Kimporo said coldly.

"As long as Young Master Lu doesn't wake up, what does it matter when the sun comes out? If he doesn't wake up for a moment, I won't leave." Hua Moyan smiled slowly, "According to the old rules, I will teach you how to solve it. You take the donkey skin It’s ruined. You can’t destroy the donkey’s skin now, so if I teach you again, wouldn’t it be a big loss?”

Kim Poro held down the crow that couldn't help rushing out to peck people, and patiently asked lazily: "Then what do you want?"

"I want you..." Hua Moyan rolled his eyes twice, but couldn't think of any good conditions for a while, "I want you to owe me something first, and when I remember, you must have help me."

Jinpoluo's eyes turned slightly, and he thought for a while: "Okay."

When the sky was getting dark, Hua Moyan was very sleepy.

It was the first time in my life that I was so sleepy.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep leaning against the wall of the clock tower.

Kim Poro picked him up with some distaste, carried him on his back, and ran towards the Lu residence.

This flower Mo Yan is really annoying.

Kim Poro didn't even want to touch him.

But the skin is always Lu Yiming's.

Thinking that the person on his back had settled their feud with him yesterday and dragged him to watch the river lantern together, Jin Poluo couldn't help laughing, and immediately forgot about Hua Moyan.

Not long after I put the person on the bed, I only heard the sound of the loud and distant bell echoing in the sky of the whole town.

—When, when, when.

A new day begins.

Kim Poro fled away without making a sound.

The moment he pulled away, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no surprise in the clear eyes, but mixed with sorrow, grief, indignation, dazed, and haze.

His face turned pale.

The author has something to say: Holy shit!It was written that Master Lu disappeared a chapter

...I still love him very much, okay?