me and my monster neighbor

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The flames of war were extinguished, but the tide of rats did not recede. Groups of red-eyed mice greedily devoured the mountain of corpses, including their companions who died here.

The ripping sound of skin and flesh being peeled off from limbs is endless, the smell of blood in the wilderness is also stronger, the humidity in the air seems to have increased, and the sticky, blood-smelling air seems to be blocked in the nasal cavity, causing the little white jade mouse to breathe. Jing felt nauseous for a while.

The thorn prison car was violently smashed open by the boa constrictor spirit with a hand cannon.

There is indeed a hidden compartment inside the prison van, in which two young and clean human races are hidden.Such "smuggling" behaviors are not uncommon, but in the past few decades, the gangs responsible for collecting tolls have turned a blind eye to this. A gray area of ​​impropriety.

The human race was pushed and squeezed together, and two little white jade mouse spirits were also thrown to make up for it. They were cakes waiting for the predators to be divided up, but because of the horrifying appearance of the little white jade mouse spirit, which was crippled and half of its face was bruised and swollen, , the two pocket white jade mouse spirits were repelled by a gap half an arm's length away.

In the eyes of the human race, they are monsters.

In the eyes of monsters, they are inferior substitutes for the human race.

Bai Xiangyang supported his only companion, Bai Ci's consciousness was basically lost, and the weight of his whole body was on half of Bai Xiangyang's shoulder.Although Bai Ci's body is thin and thin, Bai Xiangyang is also in shape, his eyes are dead silent, silently supporting the heavy weight on his shoulders.

The mouse spirit and the boa constrictor spirit, the two allies who formed an alliance, were sharing the spoils, and the calm discussions began to grow louder, and gradually turned into quarrels.

Sure enough, they had a disagreement when they divided the goods equally.

Bai Xiangyang lowered his head, staring at his dusty shoe toes, his thoughts wandered, drifting, and would be pulled back to reality by the weight on his shoulders.Half of his shoulders and arms were already numb, and he would also think viciously, just push his companion aside, he doesn't want to care about him anymore, but he doesn't know if it's his companion's blood that's gone cold, or his His body was sweating coldly, he felt his body was a little chilly, his hair trembled, and his pores shrank. He had no other choice but to keep warm with his companion's close skin.

Bai Xiangyang is a rebel of the young clan of pocket white jade mouse spirits.Of course he loves his grandfather, he obediently listened to the teachings when he was a child, and naively believed that there can be truth, goodness and beauty in the demon world, but now he feels that the pocket white jade rats who pursue friendship and kindness are because they are weak and weak Not good.

Like him now, he obviously wanted to abandon his companions, but he was just greedy for the little warmth that was left as a comfort, so he insisted on keeping it, this last mutual help and affection that never left.

This decent hypocrisy.

Not to be betrayed for being kind.

He was betrayed because he was too weak.

Because of its weakness, it is at the mercy of others.

The process of dividing the spoils between the mouse spirit and the python spirit was not going well.In order to fool Yeyue Wolf, the mouse spirit called out the two little white mice at first, so the boa constrictor spirit took the opportunity to give the two little white jade mice to the mouse spirit. It can mortgage 1.5 human races. In addition, the value of human cubs with the ability to take care of themselves can be equal to 1.5 adults.

Therefore, according to the division method of the boa constrictor spirit, besides the two little white jade mouse spirits, the mouse spirit also has a cub and two adults.The boa constrictor spirit separated the remaining two mature cubs and three adults.

The mouse spirit must have disobeyed at that time. He pointed to the little white jade mouse hanging on the body of the same kind, and accused the python spirit of infringing on private property. The essence has depreciated, and the market evaluation price is only worth the value of a mature human race, so this order of their mouse essence should be divided into two cubs and one mature body in addition to taking over two little white jade mouse essence.

The remaining four mature human races and one cub are the boa constrictor's share.

The quarrel between the two sides intensified. The Red-Eyed Rat Tide, who was in charge of cleaning up the mess, carried out the empty plate operation, and had already cleaned up this piece of land that must pass through to the city that never sleeps. Not only was the flesh and blood eaten, even the bones were treated as Molar sticks for calcium supplementation.But the rat swarm didn't subside, but stood still, and the red-eyed mice stared at their allies, chattering, and gnashing their teeth eagerly peeking at the boa constrictor group.

The leading boa constrictor spirit didn't take the rat tide seriously, and he refused to back down on the share of this batch of goods. When he heard that the mouse spirit brought out the disabled little white jade mouse spirit to "struggle with reason", he sneered and said: "How dare you blackmail me, did that little mouse die or amputate? You think I have no common sense, don't you? The white jade mouse can't do anything, just recover one by one. Are you so stupid? Okay? , I'll tear off half of the rat's arms and legs for you first, and then you can talk to your uncle about their 'below market valuation'."

As soon as the boa constrictor spirit finished speaking, it only swung its thick and powerful tail twice, and the dust was blowing up, distracting the sight of others. In the blink of an eye, he had already approached two little white jade mouse spirits.

The little white jade mouse spirits already had fear of natural enemies engraved in their bones. This fear had already flowed through the body when the python spirit approached, and every cell was trembling crazily.

Bai Xiangyang felt that even if his companion was in a coma, his body would tremble instinctively when faced with the threat of the python spirit.

The boa constrictor was standing condescendingly in front of him at this time, and in his field of vision with his head buried, he could even clearly see the shimmering light of each scale on the boa constrictor's tail, and the movement of the boa constrictor with its tail flicking. At that time, Snake Lin opened and closed slightly.

Bai Xiangyang was obviously numb to fear, but even though he was numb physically and mentally, he couldn't help being afraid, his teeth collided, his neck was so stiff that it was almost as heavy as a weight, and he couldn't even lift it. The weight suddenly became lighter.

wrong!

Bai Xiangyang was startled suddenly, and instantly struggled back to reality from his self-enclosed cranky thoughts. He discovered in horror that it was because the boa constrictor spirit grabbed his companion's fluttering body, and his empty shoulders were suddenly wrapped in the cold air. Bai Xiangyang trembled even more.

The boa constrictor said just now that he would tear off one arm and one leg of Bai Ci.

Bai Xiangyang knew exactly what was going to happen next, but he still opened his dry lips, and the movement was very small, but as soon as the wind-dried lips were flattened, several cracks opened, and he didn't feel it. It hurts, the tip of the tongue precedes the pain, and tastes the rust.

His throat was dry and hoarse, the voice stuck in his throat was harsh, and a depression was swelling and rolling in his dry chest, making him want to hiss, but he didn't even know what he wanted to say What.

The vast shadow that looms ahead is stronger than any invader that has ever been encountered.

The tearing sound of flesh and blood and the screams of his companions filled his ears, repeated over and over again, constantly torturing his nerves.

Bai Xiangyang stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes in horror. He could no longer distinguish between reality and auditory hallucinations. In panic, an invisible force supported him to raise his head under the pressure of the boa constrictor spirit, and his fragile neck could not move When he had strength, he used the strength of his shoulders and hands, covered his ears and raised his head, facing the most powerful natural enemy with the determination to die.

However, before the anger could come out of his mouth, he was suddenly sprayed with warm liquid, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils shrank suddenly, and kept trembling. The moment the arm was broken.

The screams before this second were all fake, only the scene in front of me was real.When he was really experiencing the nightmare, he realized that the sound of flesh and blood tearing and heart-piercing cries in his fantasy did not exist, and everything in front of him seemed to turn into a silent black and white picture. I really witnessed everything with my own eyes, but it was like a layer of white veil in a dream.

Until the warm blood spattered his face—that was the only real feeling he could feel.

Quickly save him, who can come and save him.

The cry for help was choked in his throat. He had uttered such a cry for help countless times, but he forgot that his cry for help had never been heard, and he didn't know that his wet face was not only splashed with blood, but also Tears welling up in his eyes.

He glanced around in a panic. On both sides were greedy perpetrators, surrounded by onlookers who wanted a piece of the pie, and victims who were the same goods but received different treatment due to different races.

No one will come to save him, only you and him will depend on each other along the way.

"What is this thing? Miho... God?"

The little white jade rat spirit was hanging in the air by the back collar held by the boa constrictor spirit. His whole face was soaked in dirty blood and tears, and half of his face was swollen purple-blue.Originally, the heavy blow to the brain caused him to faint, but it was the severe pain in which his left arm was torn from his body by a heart-piercing destructive force, which made him wake up screaming.

The severe pain engulfed all his senses, and there was nothing left in his mind, with a cold sweat in his right hand, and his peace talisman.

The several loops of red rope wrapped around the wrists are already dirty, and there is a peace amulet hanging on the red rope, which is the spiritual pillar of the Pocket White Jade Rat family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The safety talisman is a regular triangular talisman bag sewn from neatly cut red silk. It was made by burning gold powder paper with the words "Miqishen" written on it.

The soft Ping Anfu inside had absorbed enough water from the dirty blood, and became swollen and heavy, and it felt solid in the palm of your hand, which also attracted the attention of the boa constrictor spirit.

The boa constrictor spirit originally thought that the little white mouse was hiding some secret trick, so he was vigilant for it, but he peeled out a broken peace talisman from the palm of the boy's clenched fist.

The boa constrictor spirit felt that he was wary of such a crap thing, so he laughed angrily: "Damn it, this is the first time I see a monster praying to God and worshiping Buddha, if this crap thing is useful, why would the whole White Jade Rat clan be reduced to nothing?" A brothel in the whole demon world?"

The little white jade mouse has already been swallowed up by the five senses and the seven senses. He can't hear the words of the boa constrictor spirit, but the subconsciousness of the body prompts him to hold on to the peace amulet tightly.The amulet was dug out by the boa constrictor, but the red string connecting the amulet was tightly wrapped around his wrist several times.

The boa constrictor spirit tugged, but couldn't pull it out.The red rope, which had lost its original color, was tightened around the slender wrist of the little white jade mouse, almost strangling into the flesh and blood of the little white jade mouse. Crimson.

From a distance of one meter, Bai Xiangyang watched his companion's broken body hanging in the air. He obviously had trouble breathing now, but the fingers of his right hand were still trembling unconsciously.The blood flowed down the wrist and through every line in the palm, and finally gathered at the fingertips "tick", "tick" hit the ground, the speed of the blood drop seemed to be cast in slow motion, and the moment it landed, it splashed An inconspicuous little flower rose, and then it melted into the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Bai Xiangyang clenched his hands into fists, his back trembled uncontrollably, he didn't dare to look at the torture his companion was suffering, his nerves on the verge of collapse automatically blocked all the sounds around him, he closed his eyes tightly, but in such a silent In the world, the only image that comes to my mind is the twitching fingertips of my companion. Each blood-stained finger is moving with the last of its strength. At the end of the fingertips is the dirty peace amulet, only three centimeters. Very close, very close, it is obviously within reach, but it is far away across the sky.

When Bai Xiangyang was a child, the amulet was stained with blood, but it was easy to be beaten by the elders.Such a talisman is no longer usable, and needs to be incinerated before obtaining a new talisman bag.

In the past hundred years, Bai Xiangyang has lost half of his awe of Miqi, the god who once guarded his family. He even hated this past patron saint—but he originally thought that he had no respect for this "dead" guardian of the past. The god didn't have any expectations, thinking that he only hated this patron saint in his heart, until this moment, when his companion was hopeless but kept trying to grab the protective talisman, his heart was gripped. When he was almost out of breath, he suddenly realized that the reason why he hated the Patronus was because he was still looking forward to the belated Patronus. Even though the Patronus had been absent for a full 100 years, he was still looking forward to it every day and every night. With the arrival of "God".

As long as God can come tomorrow, as long as God can come the day after tomorrow, Bai Xiangyang will forgive him, he will, and the pocket white jade rats will respect him for generations.

But God, who has won the unconditional trust and worship of all believers, has been late for 100 years, one day, one month, one year, every day, every night, repeatedly crushing the hopes of believers.

Is such a god worth Bai Ci's other wrist?

Bai Xiangyang opened his eyes suddenly with a feeling of unwillingness and resentment. He broke the silent confinement in his mind, and the disappearing vision and all kinds of mixed sounds around him flooded into his mind together. His angry cry broke through the surrounding mourning He cried and shouted at his companion: "Give it to him! You give it to him!"

The gods have abandoned them, why do they stick to the shrine?

He wants you to give him.

Give it to him quickly!