The Devil of the Walking Street

17.

Seeing that the man was not with everyone, Xu Xiaomei asked suspiciously, "Boss? Are you not together?"

"Go and eat, I've already said hello." He paused, as if a little helpless: "I'm going to accompany my nephew."

Xu Xiaomei gave a "I understand" expression.

When Swell returned to the attic, he didn't see the little devil lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone as usual.

"Where did you go... this guy." He took out the Samsung Galaxy XX and glanced at it - there were no new text messages.

Then the man stood in the attic for a while and walked into his room.

Not long after, the boy's frenzied roar came from outside: "Did you turn off the WiFi?"

The man leaned out and twisted his waist to look up: "What are you doing on the roof?"

Lan Ming was lying on the roof of the house, half of his upper body was exposed, and his hands were hanging down—only in this posture on the roof can he get closer to the WIFI.

However, this caused Swell, who suddenly leaned out of the window, to meet the little devil's red eyes.

The other party was startled and flinched back.

"You..." crying?

The other party said before him: "I'm watching a Korean drama."

"..." Swell opened his mouth, but he didn't ask in the end. He changed his words and said, "Come down, he'll eat theirs, and I'll cook. The two of us can make a small stove by ourselves."

"Go away. I'm not hungry."

"Hey! How about some face?" Swell knocked on the glass windows on both sides, signaling to the people on the roof: "Don't give shame."

"Aren't you bothering me!" Lan Ming couldn't take it anymore, leaned out again, and raised his hand to hit the man's face with the iPhone 6 in his hand.

Seeing the opportunity, Swell grabbed the opponent's knocked hand with his right hand, yanked downwards, and directly pulled the opponent off the roof. At the moment of weightlessness, Lan Ming really wanted to open the wings hidden in his body , and then have a good fight with the opponent for [-] rounds.

Just when the boy's body was about to be slapped against the wall of the church because of his circular motion, Swell used his powerful arms to pull him directly into the attic.

"Hiss..." Lan Ming felt that his back was about to collapse - he scraped hard on the window sill.

Falling on the wooden floor of the church, he just wanted to get up, but was firmly pressed to the ground by the other party.

"I warn you……"

"There are so many human beings in the pedestrian street, you'd better not let your wings out." Siweier held the young man's hands, not very close to each other. The two faces were separated by an arm's length, but it gave Lan Ming an unspeakable feeling. Feeling of oppression: "If I think about it...you can't beat me in melee combat alone."

Lan Ming tried to twist his body to turn over, but was crushed to death by the opponent.

He almost wanted to vomit blood - shouldn't all people in the church be weak homeboys!

"Of course." The man viciously contracted his ten fingers with well-defined knuckles, pinching him so hard that the opponent's face turned pale: "You may not be able to beat me even if you spread your wings."

"Crazy!" Lan Ming raised his knee and slammed into the man's side: "It's okay to go crazy!"

Swell quickly turned over and pulled the boy up from the ground: "You are the one who is crazy. Can we talk properly?"

Lan Ming shook off the man's hand and forced himself to take a few deep breaths in a row to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

"I thought we were friends." Swell looked at the red eyes of the other party: "I'm your landlord anyway." Whatever happened, you should tell yourself anyway.

18.

The two seemed to be sitting on the sofa in the attic together peacefully, and only the person involved could understand the undercurrent.

Swell felt as if he was facing the last big, plump pistachio in the fruit bowl--the shell was clean and white, intact.

It's just that I can't let go of my heart, but I can't say anything.

If you break it open with violence, the pulp inside will be smashed to pieces.

He scratched his slightly messy brown curly hair a little irritably: "Can you squeak?"

Lan Ming gave a "You are an idiot" expression: "Do you think I can say 'squeak'?"

"..." Why is this person so difficult to serve.

The atmosphere was cold again.

Swell rubbed the center of his brows, and said in his heart that this could not go on.

"I said..." He wanted to assume a stretched supine posture, but forgot that the back of the sofa in the attic was very low and almost fell over.

Lan Ming couldn't help complaining: "..."

"We've been living together for... more than a month." Swell decided to start the topic by himself: "I feel that the way we get along with you is quite natural."

The little devil turned his face away.

"But there has never been a day like this." The man organized his words: "If you want me to say, you are like a hedgehog today."

This metaphor is really bad.I've seen it in various novels.

Lan Ming lowered his head: "I understand."

Swell took off his soaked hat, rubbed the boy's half-moist black hair, and rubbed the peculiar devil's horn along the way: "Why don't you change your clothes? You're all wet, be careful of catching a cold."

"I'm not human." He threw off his slippers, curled up, hugged his hands, and put his bar on his knees: "Not as weak as you."

Feeling a lightness around him, he looked up and saw the man walking towards the master bedroom, and when he came out in a moment, he was holding a long dark green down jacket in his hand: "It was agreed at the beginning that I would not enter the other's bedroom without authorization, so this is my clothes, don't you Do you mind?" Although this rule has been broken many times by Swell -- but he still has to express his position when necessary.Um.

Seeing the other party's tough attitude, Lan Ming had no choice but to take off the cat ear hoodie and hand it over, taking the down jacket.

There is no winter moisture, but a clean smell.

The boy hesitated, but put on his down jacket.

It's really big... Lan Ming, who was curled up on the sofa, was covered in a large down jacket.

Swell felt like he was coaxing a child: "Can we have a good chat?"

"..." Lan Ming carefully chose his words: "My enemy has come."

"so?"

"To be precise, I didn't find him." The little devil sighed: "I ran into his subordinates—the world is really small."

Swell got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water for the two of them. The bright white ceramic cup collided with the coffee table and made a crisp "click" sound. The steaming water vapor seemed to warm the bottom of my heart.

"Then... how do you know that the other party has not come here?" Siweier sat back beside Lan Ming again.

The little devil held the ceramic cup in both hands, his slender and white fingers were as flawless and translucent as the cup in his hand, he slowly sipped the still hot boiled water, his drooping eyelashes concealed the turbulent emotions in his scarlet eyes: "If it's true I already know that I am here...he himself will definitely come to me. But it is estimated that it will be about the same time."

The man frowned in disapproval, but he still didn't say anything.

"...... Phew" he let out a long breath: "I'd better go. You have too many humans here." The little devil seemed to shrink himself into an airtight ball without any edges and corners. head, without looking at the man's expression.

Another close to 1 minute of silence.

"……do not."

Lan Ming quietly raised his eyes, and looked at the smiling Swell through the gaps in his hair—with a yearning warmth.

"You're gone, who will do the housework for me?" The man held his forehead and made a secretly sad expression: "Who will accompany me during the long and lonely years——"

"...Your style of painting made me spit out everything I ate last year."

"Hey." Swell took the petite demon into his arms: "Don't you think that just because there are so many humans, it's not easy for the other party to make a big fuss?" Unless they are a group of lunatics who don't care.

Lan Ming didn't move to resist the man, just moved to a comfortable position to lean against while being hugged, and said sullenly, "Do you want to know who he is?"

"... Listening to your tone, I don't want to know."

"Renault." He paused, "It's Renault."

"The werewolf of the Cameron family?" The archbishop looked up and searched for the memory of the werewolf Renault Cameron in his mind: "It seems that the reputation is not bad, and he took the position of the head of the family a few years ago-so How did you offend him?"

Lan Ming closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, obviously he didn't want to discuss this topic any more.

"Okay...don't say it if you don't want to." Swell drank the warm water in the cup: "Then let's change the subject. Why are you crying on the roof?"

"I said I was watching a Korean drama!"

"Oh?" The archbishop looked at the other party's tail hanging on the sofa, not at all flexible and curious in the past, but remained motionless, looking very stiff: "Your tail tells me that you are lying."

Lan Ming exploded: "Are you enough?"

There are obviously a lot of things worth picking up about the two or three things about my tenants, but Swell is not in a hurry.

What he lacks most is time.

"By the way, on Christmas Day, Pedestrian Street will hold a Christmas party in our church."

Lan Ming: "Why our church?"

Siweier smiled darkly: "It's not like renting it to them for nothing..."

... Really.

"Then? So what?"

"We have to prepare a wonderful show..."