The Devil of the Walking Street

In the end, Lan Ming returned to his room silently. When he closed the door, he looked at Swell with his last hope, but the man had no intention of returning the quilt to him at all. He even lay down on the sofa again and fell asleep. .

Lan Ming: "..."

Did he take the wrong medicine today...

The little devil was dressed and tossed and turned on the bed for an hour and a half before he felt vaguely sleepy.

However, before he sank into the depths of his consciousness, there was another soft sound.

The slight sound of the door being opened was almost inaudible even in the silent night, but he felt that the sound of metal rubbing seemed to be amplified hundreds of times in his ears, and he was so shocked that he lost sleepiness.

He widened his eyes, looking at Swell who walked in with the quilt in his arms.

"You..." Lan Ming was so angry that he grabbed the pillow and threw it over.Swell hurriedly blocked it, and said in a good voice, "I think you might feel cold."

Lan Ming waited expressionlessly for him to finish the second half of the sentence.

"So I came to sleep with you...Ahhh don't you smash your phone and you'll regret it..."

"Did you take too much medicine today?" The little devil sat up and said, "Don't you have a room yourself? If not, just sleep in the living room and leave me alone."

Swell came over with the quilt in his arms, put it on the little devil, then took off his slippers, and got in without any explanation: "I'm the landlord. You have to know how to judge the situation."

"..." Lan Ming was pushed against the wall by him, and the cold temperature invaded his skin through his clothes.

"Is it cold? Come here." The man began to take off the little devil's coat: "Just take off the coat when you sleep..." He paused and asked, "Do you still have pajamas?"

The imploding clothes devil grabbed the collar to prevent Swealer from continuing to touch him: "Yes... I will do it myself, don't move."

Hearing this, Swell let go of his demon claws, pulled the small quilt and lay down: "Go to sleep, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

Lan Ming changed his clothes quickly, looked at the extra man on the bed for a while, and weighed between the cold sofa in the living room and the warm quilt in the room.

"What?" Swell opened his left eye and glanced at Lan Ming who was frowning, and asked frankly and generously, "Afraid I'll fuck you?"

The little devil snorted softly, stepped over Swell, and got into the quilt: "I said what happened to you today?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, speaking slowly but firmly: "I made a decision today."

Lan Ming closed his eyes and lay on his side, with his back to Swell: "What?"

He felt that the other party approached him, his strong arms passed over his waist, and he hugged himself in his arms. His warm breath caressed his neck, causing goosebumps: "I think there is something wrong with the standards of my tenants—"

Lan Ming wished he could turn around and strangle the other party to death on the bed, but he had to give up this idea because of the sudden tightening of the other party's arms: "You are the only one who has the problem!... Take it easy, hey!"

Swell slightly let go of his hand, keeping some distance from the boy to conceal something, he bent one leg and put it on Lan Ming's tailbone - he could feel the little devil's tail lying quietly on the bed.The man said slowly: "I have to teach my landlord...to learn to reject others."

Lan Ming was taken aback for a moment, not sure what the other party was referring to.

"You have to learn to refuse to keep the good image of others in your heart." Swell said meaningfully: "Don't be willing to be deceived by false appearances, even if the facts are cruel."

The little devil pursed his mouth: "Then let's start by rejecting you."

Swell: "...how can that be! I am about to become your spiritual mentor! Your spiritual sustenance! Your soul mate..."

"Then I'm really unlucky." Lan Ming yawned and rubbed his head on the pillow: "Sleep, archbishop."

"No, no, I'm so excited..." the Archbishop said in a broken voice, "Tomorrow is going to be a head-on confrontation with that werewolf, right? To be honest, aren't you nervous? It's actually quite a disadvantage for us two legal professions to face them... "

"...Is it okay to sleep?"

"There seems to be a saying in China that the world's martial arts can only be broken by speed... Werewolves are good at speed, what should I do if I have no time to chant..."

"...Please, I'm so sleepy." Lan Ming didn't know why he fell asleep so quickly after having more people around him, and he almost collapsed at this moment.

"And there are so many of them, and we only have two, and there are two with no family and friends at all... How unfair. By the way, speaking of family and friends, where is Adeline? Didn't I stay with you after that... uh-huh?"

Swell probed and found that the other party's breathing had stabilized.

"Sleep?"

Lan Ming didn't answer.

Swell chuckled lightly, and kissed the boy on the cheek: "I also discovered something today."

The boy had just fallen into a light sleep, and felt the grinding on his face, and he hummed uncomfortably.

The man said softly, "I think I quite like you."

He took away the hand around the little devil's waist, and gently put it on Lan Ming's slender neck.

A circle of black inscriptions gradually emerged, and Swell frowned, pressing his index finger on it, and the color of the inscriptions gradually brightened until it returned to its original golden color.

The man took his finger away, and the golden inscription gradually faded until it became transparent, as if melting into the skin.

Swell breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured: "The witch's poison is really powerful."