My monsters are going to heaven

Kimporo lay on the roof with his head pillowed, counting the stars in the sky boredly.

Whenever he had nothing to do, he silently counted the stars.

It has been counted for hundreds of years, but it has never been counted.

There are stars all over the sky, which are existences longer than his life. Among them, there are bright and dazzling ones, and some are quiet and soft, but none of them can make people calm, peaceful and fascinated like the brilliance in that person's eyes.

It's a pity that that person is not only blind now, but also wants to drive him out, thinking he is an eyesore.

A mocking snort came out of his throat.

I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

If you have to ask for trouble, it's up to you.

Wu Qingyue.

Thinking of this person, he gently brushed the tip of his right finger across his left chest.

It turned out to be a heart.

The corners of his mouth were pursed in disgust.

No wonder.

No wonder my character has become more and more like a person, so I can easily be at the mercy of a dejected good-for-nothing.

Obviously this waste material is just a small pastime in the world.

His expression sank slowly, and his eyes were radiant and cold.

I need to get my heart back quickly.

Suddenly, there was a slight itching like mosquito bites in the earlobe.

Kimporo couldn't help raising his right eyebrow in amusement.

I can't count how long I haven't been bitten by mosquitoes.

But the slight itching was obviously not caused by mosquito bites.

He didn't bother to move, and let the bold thing bite and bite on the earlobe.

After a while, he got annoyed, and then asked leisurely, "Is it delicious?"

The slight itching in the ears stopped.

A six or seven-year-old child's voice sounded from Wei's side: "It's not delicious, I can't bite it."

Kimporo grinned and said, "What's your name? Little turtle?"

"...I won't tell you. I'm not called Little Turtle."

"Oh, I don't even know how to change form. I hide in a box every day. What is it if it's not a turtle?"

The voice suddenly raised its voice: "I, I have a form! It's just that my body was destroyed by a stinky Taoist priest, so I can only live in a box temporarily. When I'm full, I can transform again...!"

Jinpoluo murmured in a low voice: "Invisible and formless, gain by eating... Are you the soul of gluttony?"

The voice didn't respond again.

Kimporo drew a white mist circle in the air with his right index finger, and the center of the circle seemed to be trapped in something, making a creaking sound.

He sneered: "Seeing that you are still useful to him, I will spare your life. Go back to your box and continue to be your turtle. If you dare to talk too much, I will make you into pieces."

As soon as the voice fell, the fog circle immediately dissipated in the air.

A tranquility was restored between heaven and earth.

The windows are closed.

Lu Yiming sat in the room, not daring to lie down, for fear that he would fall asleep again as soon as he lay down.

I just took a nap with my head propped up, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, although the surface was calm and the person stayed in place, he could clearly feel something running around in his body, like a fly getting into his flesh, and he felt faintly uncomfortable.

He comforted himself, maybe he just thought too much.

After eating the wontons, I reached out to touch the cane at hand, and found that the cane was still at hand, but it had moved an inch from its original position.

——Before he deliberately put the stick in that position, and touched it carefully, it was stuck in a depression next to the crack on the tabletop, and it was impossible to move it without external force.

Suddenly there was a cold on the back, and a layer of cold sweat.

He had just driven Kim Poro out, and he groped to close the doors and windows, calling Hua Moyan in a low voice, but there was no movement.

At some point, Hua Moyan seemed to have died, and he no longer popped up to chat with him like before.

Lu Yiming once imagined that Hua Moyan would find another skin and leave on his own, but according to all the recent signs, not only is the dead donkey demon still there, but he also obviously has other plans.

"Damn donkey!"

He hammered down the table, gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

Suddenly, two small voices sounded from the corner, like two children.

"Who is Master Lu talking to?"

"He's the only one in the room, don't be stupid."

"Hee hee hee!"

Who?

Lu Yiming perked up his ears suspiciously, as if he had heard these two voices talking before.

Take care... There is no one else in the room.

Even if it was a thief, it wouldn't be so courageous.

The two voices continued quietly.

"The peanuts in Sister Chen's room are so delicious, I still want them."

"Stupid, it's okay to steal a few pills a day, but she was found out after eating too much. After that, she changed places, and we didn't even have to eat."

"Why is Young Master Lu silent? Don't just fall asleep."

"Sleep, just sleep, he just hit us with something, so fierce."

"Why do people beat us when they see us?"

"I don't know, we're just two mice."

Hearing the last sentence, Lu Yiming coughed in shock.

The two voices disappeared immediately.

He supported his forehead with one hand, touched the teapot and cup with the other, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.

I'm afraid I'm too sleepy... I have auditory hallucinations.

After taking two sips, the two voices rang out again.

"Squeak, startle me."

"It's okay, he can't see us, let's just crawl slowly to the window."

"Oh."

Lu Yiming frowned and coughed again.

The two voices disappeared again.

But there was a rustling sound from the window, like extremely small footsteps, going up along the base of the wall.

"Oh, why is the window closed?"

"Zhi, it's okay, squeeze, you can get out..."

"Boom!"

A long stick hit the window, and two little mice screamed and creaked out of the window with a few strands of hair caught in their bodies, and fled away.

Lu Yiming retracted the cane in his hand, a little unbelievable.

It seems like... something's wrong?

Broken ears?How can you understand the mouse's speech?

I became a bird before, and it is amazing enough to understand the bird's speech.

Now that he has turned back into a human, he can understand even the words of a mouse.

Will it be a mouse next time?

He felt a chill, and threw his stick aside, not daring to sleep anymore.

After hesitating for a long time, he lowered his head, squeezed the teacup in his hand, took a sip, cleared his throat, and called out:

"Akin?"

This animal is usually not in the next door, but on the tree. It looks like a human being, but it always falls in love with the tree. I don't know if it is a leopard spirit.

Maybe it's a cat spirit.

It was quiet outside.

Lu Yiming sighed and turned up the volume: "Ah Jin!"

"Kimporo!"

"Kimporo?!"

No matter how he yelled, it was still quiet outside the house.

"Beast!" Lu Yiming was a little annoyed, and he didn't care if he would wake up Sister Chen, so he yelled, "Come in!"

No matter how he pretended, he didn't believe that the beast couldn't hear it.

The corners of the mouths of the people on the roof curled up in contempt.

Tsk, here we go again.

Really, did he really treat him like a dog?Come and go when you call.

How noble and cold he was rejected when he wanted to be a dog.

It wasn't until the anger of the people in the room was about to burst out of the windows that the people on the roof sat up lazily.

There is really nothing to do with him.

A black shadow slowly fell into the yard.

Go straight to Young Master Lu's window and open the window.

"Squeak-"