My Mr. Monster

【00:21:01】

Time was almost up. Lu Xuan sat quietly in the living room, waiting. Wu Yang was still catching up on his sleep. He said he was going to cause some trouble to someone that night...

Lu Xuan didn't understand why Wu Yang always had to trip others up at night. Those things would pop out as soon as it got dark, and the degree of danger was self-evident, but he could come and go like the wind.

It turns out that a strong fist is the key to success no matter where you are. Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

It was a good opportunity for him to do some experiments while he was taking a break. Lu Xuan silently watched the numbers gradually decreasing, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.

【00:00:60】

One minute...

It’s almost time, Lu Xuan thought. If he couldn’t go back, he really didn’t know how he should survive here. Besides, if he went back and disappeared for two whole days, his family would be worried to death.

Lu Xuan silently counted the last ten seconds.

Ten

nine

Eight

"Lu Xuan, what are you doing sitting in the living room?" Wu Yang walked out of the room with sleepy eyes, and almost instantly caught Lu Xuan's nervousness.

"What are you doing?" Wu Yang's expression changed in an instant, his eyes changed, and his gaze became like a wolf.

"nothing……"

Three...two...one

Lu Xuan noticed Wu Yang's incredible look, and then he felt a familiar dizziness. The feeling of day and night being reversed kept washing over his mind. When he came to his senses, he was already in the familiar room again.

It was still late at night, and he could even hear the sound of his grandmother coming down the stairs, as if everything was frozen at the moment before he disappeared.

Lu Xuan looked at his clothes and the blood stains were still there... It wasn't a dream, he really traveled through time and space.

Looking at my left wrist again, the numbers started counting again.

【47:59:41】

Two days... Two days there, and then two days back. Do I have to go back again? Lu Xuan felt like his heart was about to die.

"So... there's no way to get rid of it, or the stone... is gone." Lu Xuan couldn't find the glowing stone no matter how hard he tried. It seemed like it had disappeared directly, or maybe... it had merged into his left hand?

Lu Xuan looked at his left hand and fell into silence, but in the end he was helpless.

The loud croaking of frogs still rang out in the fields, but Lu Xuan now felt peaceful and at ease. No matter what, he decided to go home.

After taking off his bloodstained clothes, Lu Xuan grabbed a new set of clothes and went to the bathroom. He almost stunk after not showering for two days, and he was also a little hungry...

"I forgot to bring the bowl back..." Lu Xuan just remembered.

After taking a shower, Lu Xuan lazily fell on his soft bed. Compared with Wu Yang's hard bed, his home was like heaven. He could actually sleep there.

"But if he saw me... If I run into him again on my way back, I won't... I won't be killed, will I?" Lu Xuan murmured. Two days of fatigue and vigilance made him unable to muster up any more energy to persist, and he fell asleep soon.

On the other side, Wu Yang was no longer sleepy. He looked at the place where Lu Xuan disappeared and fell into silence.

He walked over and touched the sofa. It was still warm. There were even crumbs of bread left on the table from when Lu Xuan had eaten. It wasn't fake... but it really disappeared out of thin air...

"You're such a jerk..." Wu Yang gritted his teeth and sat down where Lu Xuan had been sitting. He had just made an appointment with someone, but he had just run away so easily...

Wu Yang's face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water. Who dared to play tricks on him like this...

"dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and Wu Yang said impatiently, "Who is it?"

"Brother Yang, it's me." A male voice came from outside the door.

"It's not locked... come in by yourself." Wu Yang rubbed his temples, his sleepiness was replaced by anger.

"Brother, why are you sitting here?" Han Song opened the door and saw Wu Yang with a sad face.

"Didn't you say you caught a gigolo? I brought some food here specially." Han Song sat down on the sofa in a familiar manner.

Wu Yang's face darkened upon hearing this. The pretty boy had just run away...

"Run away..." Wu Yang said coldly, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few points.

Han Song was stunned. He hadn't expected this situation at all. He was holding the pheasant he had just caught today and had originally planned to visit and have a good meal...

But seeing Wu Yang's extremely depressed look, Han Song knew that he probably wasn't in the mood, and the chicken in his hand probably wouldn't be of any use.

"Why don't you catch him back?" Han Song hesitated for a long time before asking. Logically, ordinary people could not escape from Wu Yang's palm.

"I can't find him," Wu Yang said, "otherwise how could he have gotten away?"

How could he catch himself if he disappeared out of thin air? This was already supernatural, even more unreasonable than the existence of those monsters, even more unreasonable than his own existence.

"Then he'll probably come back to find you when he's hungry. It's not easy to get food here, and once it gets dark..."

"The pretty boy is still hungry. Never mind. It doesn't matter." Wu Yang released his hand that was rubbing his temple.

"Would you like some roast chicken?" Han Song pointed at the chicken tied to the ground.

"Eat." Wu Yang said, "It's just for fun anyway. Why would I waste my energy on one person?"

Han Song didn't say anything, thinking that this guy was quite stubborn and that he was almost getting angry all over. But was it really necessary to be angry about this?

There is no need to cause yourself so much trouble when you are living on the edge of a knife every day. Isn't this just asking for trouble?

"By the way, are you so rich over there? You even have chickens?" Wu Yang asked.

Han Song shook his head: "I hunted this myself. I wanted to come over to take a look at your place and take a look at the person you mentioned."

"I didn't expect you to be so curious." Wu Yang narrowed his eyes.

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing..." Han Song was really curious about who Wu Yang could bring with him personally. You know, so many girls rushed to find Wu Yang, but were despised as useless and a waste of food.

"It's so annoying... I will definitely kill him if I see him again." Wu Yang said angrily.

"Stop fighting and killing every day. Didn't you just kill a group of people? Your excessive resentment will affect your mood." Han Song said.

"That guy is really infuriating. I don't know if I'm crazy enough to believe him, only to have him lie to me!"

"Then why do you believe him?" Han Song was speechless.

Wu Yang frowned as he recalled Lu Xuan's appearance and said, "Maybe it's because he feels very different. He doesn't have the decadent and lifeless air of the people here. He feels more like a living person to me. I... really like this kind of temperament. For some reason..."

Han Song was completely speechless at this description. Does that mean they were the so-called dead? So, was that why Wu Yang disliked them?

"What's so rare about a man? You are not a child anymore, and there are beautiful girls everywhere. Don't you plan to get a wife?" Han Song said earnestly.

"Are you asking for trouble?" Wu Yang said disdainfully, "Do I need someone who's a burden? Do I look like I need that kind of support?"

Han Song was silent. Finally, he pursed his lips, sighed, and replied softly, "It depends on you. But you're a little lonely living alone. You'll get sick from holding it in."

Wu Yang snorted coldly and leaned back. "This is my business. Don't mess around with useless things. I don't need that kind of boring stuff."