Yokai Atlas Remake Project

The blue sky and the bright sun are the most common sunny days in Yunzhou City.

Zhou Jie had just taken a shower, with long wet hair hanging loose, leaving a series of water droplets on the ground, which were wiped out with spells in the next moment, and the water-stained footprints just stepped on Together.

The coolness left in the room after turning on the air conditioner all night, Zhou Jie opened the window of the living room, and the scorching sun came in immediately, without even the slightest breeze.

The sparrow that had been squatting on the branch for a few days outside the window was gone, and replaced by an old cat, which was burned to death by the sun high above its head, curled up in the shade of a tree and snoring loudly.

The Council of Elders has been deployed outside for nearly a week, changing staff every day, but nothing has been gained.

The black shadow seemed to have evaporated suddenly.

Or, after knowing that both? Kui Niu and? Tangli are under heavy protection, he changed the target again.

As for which monster he was planning next, no one could guess.

"The guard changed again?" Bu Han had just finished his breakfast, and slumped over in slippers. He glanced out the open window, and was hit by the steaming heat on his face. He sneezed, wiped a handful on his face casually, touched a cigarette from somewhere, and held it to his lips.

Zhou Yan glanced at him, took a step to the side, and said nothing.

"Cigarette, try?" Bu Han noticed his gaze, raised his hand slightly, and created another cigarette out of thin air between his fingers, "I can't go outside, you can't smoke at home, even if you open the window and leave it for a whole day." God, Bu Heng can smell it too."

Zhou Yan stared at his fingertips for a while, shook his head slightly, and glanced at the closed bedroom door: "Have you gotten up yet?"

"It's weekends, I have to sleep a little longer." Bu Han stretched his waist and wrinkled his nose. "The weather is nice today. I'll go out and take a walk around to bask in the sun. Shall we get together?"

Zhou Xi shook his head again and refused: "No, it's up to you."

Bu Han changed his clothes, and went out the door quickly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Only Zhou Xing himself was left in the living room. He ate casually, put away the dishes, found the remote control, turned on the TV, selected a channel, lowered the volume to the lowest level, and watched it absent-mindedly.

The room was very quiet. Listen carefully, and you can clearly feel that Tangli in the bedroom is stretching the branches and leaves while bathing in the sun. There is also the sound of Bu Heng's very light breathing, obviously in a deep sleep

"Buheng, Buheng!" Someone knocked on the door suddenly, accompanied by Lang Junjun's earth-shattering call, breaking the originally peaceful morning, "It's nine o'clock, you? Isn't it? You haven't woken up yet, hurry up Give it? I'll open the door!"

Bu Heng in the bedroom turned over and let out an impatient grunt from his sleep, obviously dissatisfied with the noise outside.

Zhou Xi put down the remote control, got up, put on his slippers, and walked to the door in a few steps.

"Bu Heng, open the door! Open..."

The door of the room opened suddenly, Lang Junjun's call stopped abruptly, his wolf eyes widened, and he was about to change back to his original shape and run away on the spot in the next moment.But the friendship with Bu Heng for many years, and the worry about the safety of Fa Xiao's family, still made him muster up the courage to stand on tiptoe and take a look into the house - of course, he didn't see anything, Zhou Xi The tall man's figure is like a mountain, which tightly blocks his sight.

"Here, isn't it? Buheng, home?" Lang Junjun took a deep breath and asked cautiously.

Zhou Xi lowered his eyes, stared at Lang Junjun for a while, and frowned: "Come in and talk."

He took a step back to give up his seat at the door. When Lang Junjun walked in in a trance, he suddenly added: "Change your shoes."

Lang Junjun blinked and nodded slightly.

Half a minute later, Lang Junjun changed his shoes, went in and sat on the sofa, holding the water that Zhou Xi had just poured for him, with a clear look of bewilderment on his face.

The layout of the room is similar to when he came last weekend. It is clean and tidy. It belongs to Bu Heng's style. There are two photos on the TV cabinet. One is a smaller white lion cub. They are sleeping curled up in a ball, and the other is a humanoid Bu Han father and son. One is smiling all over the face, and the other is expressionless, but you can see it from the slightly squinted eyes when you observe carefully. ? a gentle smile

That's right, it's Buheng's family? There is no problem.

So the problematic one can only be the man on the opposite side, wearing a simple home suit, with long slightly damp hair hanging over his shoulders, and a man with an indifferent expression and a cold gleam in his eyes.

He was obviously sitting there concentrating on watching TV, but it seemed that he might burst out at any moment, biting his own throat and tearing his own throat.

Lang Junjun put his hands behind his back and twisted himself quietly.

So who can tell him why he is so stingy? Why is he at Buheng's house?

What happened in the past week that he couldn't explain the current situation no matter how he guessed?

The bedroom door was closed, and Lang Junjun used a little bit of spiritual power to recognize Buheng's breathing, which sounded like he was sleeping.

Lang Junjun immediately stood up without hesitation, and rushed to the bedroom? He didn't even walk a few steps, he didn't even touch the door, and somehow he sat back on the sofa.

Zhou Yan was sitting on the sofa, watching the TV, as if nothing happened just now.Lang Junjun glanced at him, dared not speak out, and shrank back into the sofa without moving.

Bu Heng slept until he was exposed to the sun, and finally couldn't stand his growling stomach, so he got up from the bed.

Tangli probably? Couldn't bear the heat of summer, so she changed back to her original shape and stayed in the flower pot honestly.Seeing Bu Heng get up, he just waved the leaves limply, without any intention of moving them.

Bu Heng scratched the blade he had stretched out, and lowered the air conditioner in the room by another two degrees.Opening the door casually, he immediately saw Zhou Xi who was watching TV on the sofa: "Morning, my dad is out?"

He turned his gaze, only to see Lang Junjun curled up in the sofa on the other side, and his eyes were shining when he came out.

Buheng was stunned: "When did Junjun come?"

Zhou Yan raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall: "Two hours ago."

Bu Heng: "..."

He smiled lightly: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Hearing this, Lang Junjun glanced at Zhou Yan and opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say it.

After Buheng got up, he went to wash his face as usual. Lang Junjun finally left the sofa and quickly followed to the bathroom.

Zhou Yan turned up the volume of the TV a little bit, and he could still clearly hear Lang Junjun deliberately lowering his voice and asking: "Zhou Yan...why is he here?"

Zhou Xi laughed softly, even he himself might not be able to explain clearly, why did he live in Buheng's house?

Not just? Get used to life here.

Also gradually understand Bu Heng's serious appearance, the personality and living habits are very different.

I like to go to bed late, sometimes it’s because I work overtime sometimes to draw pictures, and sometimes I just don’t want to go to bed early, which leads to staying in bed the next day. I often close my eyes when I open my eyes, but Even if you risk using spells, you will never let yourself be late.

I'm also picky eater, so whether I'm cooking by myself or taking out, I'll choose my favorite food, but if I eat it because of irresistible factors, I'll finish it with a frown, without wasting a bit .

Simple and kind-hearted, he doesn't say unnecessary words, but he always helps in time, even if the other party has never met or even had resentment.

Of course, he wouldn't be willing to suffer even the slightest loss, even if the other party was Yai Zi, who had always been famous for his viciousness, he would try his best to get it back.

In short, it is a fresh, little monster that cannot be summed up in one or two sentences, and that has never been encountered before.

It took quite a while for Bu Heng to explain clearly what had happened in the past few days. The two little monsters came out of the bathroom one after the other. A little more admiration.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zhou Yan smiled, but didn't speak.

Lang Junjun sat down on the sofa next to Buheng, and couldn't help sighing again: "At first, I thought that it was finally the weekend and came to see you to play, especially when I thought that Tangli had been closed all the time these days. Here, I want to take him to get some fresh air, if that's the case, can't I go out too?"

Bu Heng thought for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Yan.

"Want to go? Where?" Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze from the TV and met Bu Heng's eyes.

Bu Heng looked up at Lang Junjun: "You? Where were you planning to go?"

"Go...the playground?" Seeing Buheng frowning, Lang Junjun defended himself, "There are only a few places near Yunzhou where you can play, and the scenery of Lutai Mountain is good, isn't it Tangli? Have you been there? What a great playground. There are many people and it's lively. There's everything you want to play. What's more, Tangli hasn't been there? Have you been..."

Speaking of this, he paused, glanced at Zhou Yan quietly, and lowered his voice a little: "He...hasn't been there either, right?"

Bu Heng followed to look at Zhou Xi. He seemed to have not heard Lang Junjun's words, and turned his gaze back to the TV, staring at the advertisement, concentrating on it.

It was clear to Bu Heng that Zhou Xi must have never been to an amusement park, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't even imagine Zhou Xi going to an amusement park.

He must not like it there.

Bu Heng made a judgment in his heart, and his thoughts drifted slightly.

He is not a character who likes to go out much. In the past holidays, if Lang Junjun didn't visit him to bother him, most of the time he was closed at home, reading books, paintings, watching TV and playing games. Rarely, he might have dinner with his colleagues. , but now the family is not his own.

Tangli has spent more and more time in the flower pot these days. Although it can absorb the nutrients and water it needs, it is not as comfortable as the open place outside.

And Zhou Xi, the monster who has lived in the forbidden area for hundreds of years, if not? In order to protect his safety, would he stay in such a small room all day long, watching the TV?

Bu Heng looked up, saw the photo on the TV cabinet, and suddenly had a decision in his heart: "I've made up my mind."

Lang Junjun looked up at him: "Go? Where?"

Bu Heng raised his hand and pointed to the white lion cub that was curled up in a ball to sleep: "Just go there."

The author has something to say: There is a pre-received copy in the column [although my friend said, you dare to call this a copy], which is the next one I plan to open.Interested friends can bookmark it, the title is tentative, and the copy will be written in full, so there will be no loss if you give an advance receipt.

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