My Mr. Monster

Lu Xuan stared blankly at Wu Yang as he walked up to him with a monster's head in his hand, as if asking for credit. He looked like he really wanted some reward.

"Is my sword sharp?" Wu Yang asked Lu Xuan with a beaming look on his face, looking very proud.

Lu Xuan covered his face as he looked at the monster that was still dying with its eyes wide open. "I wanted to try again..."

"Try what?" Wu Yang was full of questions.

"I want to see if I can control them..." Lu Xuan said, "They give me the feeling of a group of puppets without a main body. Without anyone to control them, they will only act according to their instincts. I can vaguely establish some connection with them..."

Wu Yang, on the other hand, cut the man into pieces before he could say anything. Forget it, there are so many monsters anyway, he can try it next time.

"Did I do something wrong?" Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan, then quickly threw the head in his hand away, like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay, it was just an accident, you didn't mean to do it." Lu Xuan felt that he was no longer conscious, so he said quickly, "I want to rest for a while."

Wu Yang stopped arguing and quickly came to Lu Xuan and supported him. "Okay, you should rest first. At least it seems that you are not in any serious trouble now."

Even with a fever, Lu Xuan still had the energy to get four things... But is Lu Xuan showing some signs of mutation? After all, those things are not something that ordinary people can control. And if he heard correctly, he heard a monster called "Wang".

The original "king" died, so Lu Xuan inherited it simply because he was bitten by the "king"?

Wu Yang could only think of this bizarre answer, but he still couldn't figure it out. If Lu Xuan easily attracted the four mutant monsters just now... then why was the "king" who had lived for who knows how long so easily killed by Lu Xuan?

Logically, it should be possible... Wu Yang couldn't imagine it. He didn't even know how many of these mutant monsters there were.

Lu Xuan finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted against Wu Yang. Wu Yang didn't think about it anymore. At least Lu Xuan was okay.

As for monsters... is there anyone more like a monster than me? Wu Yang smiled bitterly, and his eyes softened instantly when he looked at Lu Xuan.

"Have a sweet dream." Wu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, the fog still hadn't dissipated, but fortunately everyone recovered after a day's rest.

Han Song knocked on the door of the room where Wu Yang and the others were, carrying a bowl of hot porridge. "I'm bringing breakfast to Lu Xuan."

Wu Yang opened the door and glanced at Han Song standing there, then looked at the porridge and asked, "Does this have sugar? Lu Xuan likes sweet food."

"Added..." Han Song said awkwardly. He still remembered what Lu Xuan liked to eat.

Wu Yang seemed even more dissatisfied. He snatched the porridge and said, "It will take some time. Let's just settle here for the time being."

Han Song nodded. "Don't force it. What happened to Lu Xuan? Was he bitten?"

"Yeah, but it seems like his resistance is a bit high, or maybe the virus he's infected with isn't too severe." Wu Yang said, "He just has a fever, and he doesn't seem to be mutating."

Han Song heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. He glanced at Lu Xuan, who was still sleeping peacefully, and said to Wu Yang, "Give him some water. If he needs hot water, just come to me."

"I understand. Let's go quickly." Wu Yang waved his hand.

"If you don't know how to take care of people, I can do it. I'm good at it," said Han Song.

Wu Yang's face darkened in the blink of an eye, and he slammed the door shut. He had no place to show off, and yet Han Song snatched it away? What a joke.

"Why did you slam the door so early in the morning?" Lu Xuan was awakened by a loud bang. If you didn't know, you would have thought it was an earthquake.

"Why are you awake?" Wu Yang was surprised at first, then realized it was his fault and said embarrassedly, "I was a little angry just now."

"Han Song didn't provoke you, why do you always dislike him?" Lu Xuan really wanted to know why Wu Yang was like this.

"I just don't like him." Wu Yang said coldly, and then he came to Lu Xuan with porridge and said, "Drink some porridge and then rest. It's uncomfortable to be hungry."

When Lu Xuan reached out to serve the porridge, Wu Yang took it away. He looked at Lu Xuan sternly and said, "A patient should be aware of his own situation. I am responsible for your daily life now."

Lu Xuan frowned: "Brother Yang...really watch less of those meaningless TV dramas, they'll poison you."

Wu Yang raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "I think those are good. At least the words are reasonable."

Seeing that Wu Yang had no intention of giving him food, Lu Xuan could only compromise and said, "That's troublesome."

"It's not a big deal." Wu Yang scooped a spoonful with a spoon, blew on it considerately and handed it to Lu Xuan's mouth.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan felt very ashamed. When he took care of others, he felt it was natural and there was nothing to be ashamed of. But when he became the one being taken care of... he actually felt a little ashamed.

For a moment he didn't know whether to eat or not...

"Eat." Wu Yang looked eagerly at the porridge being fed to Lu Xuan's mouth.

"Or...or I can eat it myself." Lu Xuan said awkwardly.

"No! This is my first time." Wu Yang refused sternly, with an attitude of not giving up until he was fed. Lu Xuan bared his teeth to show his resistance.

"Can't we both take a step back?" Lu Xuan looked at Wu Yang pleadingly. It was too shameful. He might be more accepting of others, but Wu Yang...

The contrast was so great that he couldn't accept it at first.

"Do you dislike me? Or do you want Han Song to take care of you?" Wu Yang narrowed his eyes. The look in his eyes when he looked at Lu Xuan had changed from tenderness just now to suspicion and scrutiny, just like a resentful woman looking at her cheating husband but unable to do anything.

Lu Xuan was silent. He felt that it was necessary to enlighten Wu Yang. He was always worrying about things that didn't happen, and the degree of internal friction was no less than his.

"Brother Yang, let's chat."

"eat first."

"Okay..." Lu Xuan sighed.

Wu Yang handed the porridge to Lu Xuan's mouth again. This time, Lu Xuan no longer resisted. He silently rationalized these actions in his mind, which was simply self-brainwashing.

This is a manifestation of Wu Yang's love for himself. He cannot feel ashamed of this and embarrass Wu Yang. Lu Xuan keeps brainwashing himself.

The effect is obvious. Looking at Wu Yang's eyes again, there is understanding and recognition. I just need to change the angle and bring it in reasonably.

Doesn’t liking someone mean starting with the smallest things?

"Does it taste okay?" Wu Yang asked nervously.

Lu Xuan nodded. "Very good. The porridge tastes better when it's sweeter."

"Bring some side dishes next time. Just drinking porridge alone is boring." Wu Yang said.

Lu Xuan nodded, "As you wish."

"Take another bite."

"Brother Yang, have a bite too." Lu Xuan smiled and snatched the iron spoon from Wu Yang's hand, then scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it to Wu Yang's mouth.

Wu Yang stared at the porridge for a while, as if he was very surprised. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and drank it all.

"Did we... kiss indirectly?" Wu Yang looked at her lovingly, and then his tone was a little uninhibited.

Lu Xuan's eyes glazed over when he heard this. He realized it belatedly and asked in disbelief, "No... Brother Yang, please don't look at those things."