I'm already a waste dragon

The moon rises and the sun sets, the magic moment.

The lights of the city are lit up one by one, resplendent and magnificent.The high-rise buildings that go straight into the sky are lit up, and they are scattered everywhere one after another, condensing into a Milky Way, illuminating the rain that seems to never stop under the lights, and the densely packed mortal beings.

The bus has passed the terminus listed on the stop sign for a long time, but continues to drive on the less-traveled roads in the suburbs, leading to those stations that humans cannot see.

Cen Mian leaned on the yellow pillar, looked at the empty carriage, carefully looked it over several times, and made sure that all the monster passengers got out of the car today, and finally he relaxed.He took out his phone, turned on the screen, found that there were no notifications and messages, turned it off again, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Looking at the boundless rain curtain outside the window, and the lights belonging to humans gradually diminishing, Cen Mian comforted himself that the sounds he heard in the evening were all hallucinations, he had already worn a suppressor, and the parrot just fainted, and the other party would not notice.Thinking of this, he still shivered, or should he go to the police station earlier?No, no, it's better to say goodbye, he doesn't want to see Jiang Lie again...

On the quiet rural road, there are only yellow lights and the regular low calls of animals.Suddenly, the sound of rumbling engines approached from behind the bus.Cen Mian looked out of the window curiously. The all-black locomotive reflected the dim light. The rider in black was wearing a helmet and could not see his face. The wild driving skills in the heavy rain reflected the arrogance of the owner.

...this inexplicably familiar feeling.

"Shanhai Community, the station has arrived. Arriving passengers, please get off through the back door." The cold electronic voice sounded, Cen Mian shook his head, and rang the bell on the pillar several times, but the car door was still tightly closed.

Cen Mian, who is particularly sensitive to bad omens, panicked, his little heart beat violently in fear, and his big eyes looked at the driver's position in horror. The driver was still motionless, and Cen Mian weakly reminded: "...well, Mr. Driver, I want to Get off, I've arrived."

The driver ignored him, his thick back remained motionless, and Cen Mian felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat. Thinking of the sounds in the evening, goosebumps crawled uncontrollably all over his skin, and his eyes instantly turned red.

The incandescent lights in the car began to flicker randomly, and the sound of electric current was very clear in the suburbs at night. Cen Mian's tears of fear finally crawled all over his face, and with his mouth trembling, he repeated desperately: "...driver! I want to get out of the car! Wooooooooow! Let me go down!" He slapped the tightly closed door with his hands.

"Cross—wipe—" The driver's back reacted a little, and Cen Mian looked at the stiffly moving back, which didn't look like a living human being at all.

Cen Mian is like the human being thrown into the snake den on TV, his hands and feet are weak, and he is sweating wildly, but he crazily controls himself to pry open the tightly closed door, his trembling hands keep slipping, and his tears burst into tears. It kept falling, and it kept drying and pulling it crazy.

"Brush—" The sound of shattering glass next door shrank Cen Mian, who was highly nervous, and shrank his head in fear. Looking along the broken glass all over the floor, the place where the glass window was originally turned into a hand The black and thin ancient knife, the heavy rain outside rushed in like crazy, soaking Cen Mian all over.

The owner of the ancient knife retracted the knife, and the engine of the black motorcycle under the seat roared twice, as if calling Cen Mian, the impatient noise was very much like the owner.

Cen Mian looked at his own reflection on the black helmet, his face that was in a mess from crying, his white lips trembling in the pouring wind and rain, unable to utter a single word.But this is not important, the most terrifying thing is that he saw the human driver on the back of his helmet, approaching little by little, and there were obviously eight huge heads struggling to come out of the severed throat, and there was a gap between them. There was also a broken neck dripping with blood, and the human body was covered with it.Afraid to mutant ah ah ah ah!

The driver tore off his helmet impatiently, exposed himself to the rain in a disheveled manner, his eyes narrowed in disdain, it was the face in the elevator in the morning: "Get out!"

Cen Mian opened his mouth tremblingly, sobbing uncontrollably, as if he heard something incomprehensible, this place is still more than one meter away from his motorcycle!

The man was very impatient at first, but after seeing Cen Mian's reaction, he calmly waited for him with his lips curled up, but his eyes were indifferent and murderous.He could have broken the car door or ripped people off, but he didn't.

Compared with the ghost car getting closer behind him, compared with the person in front of him, of course the latter looks more like a thigh.The will to survive gained the upper hand, Cen Mian hugged the window sill very cowardly, closed his red and swollen eyes from crying, and squeezed out a tear, with an expression of resignation to death, let go of his hands and fell down.

The man sneered, annoyed he tore him off and threw him on the back seat, rumbled the engine, turned the car sideways like an arrow, and rushed forward.

Cen Mian was so frightened that he clung to the man's waist with all four paws. He didn't care that the man's muscles shrank when he grabbed him, and he didn't dare to look at the huge red shadow following closely on the ground, because he felt that he would be blown to the face by the speed of the car. The upper skin is going to liquefy!woo woo woo woo!

Seeing that the man's locomotive was about to pass Shanhai Community, Cen Mian used all his strength and courage to grab the man's arm, and his hoarse voice was broken by the wind: "Front-front-right ——Turn—ahhhhhh!!!”

The direction of the locomotive turned abruptly, leaped over the fence of the community in the air, and then fell down and went straight crazily.The wild brake sound "squeaked" all the way, and Cen Mian only felt that the two wheels were bound to spark.

Cen Mian was sitting on the locomotive that had finally stopped, and the heavy rain poured in along the parking shed, making her dizzy for a while, and almost vomited.

The man held the ancient knife and looked in the direction of the entrance of the community. The ghost car had disappeared.The man sat down on the car seat all of a sudden, wiped the thin and long black ancient knife, and said unhappily: "Half the night wasted."

... What a fucking foul, it looks so good-looking even after wiping a knife.Now that he was safe, Cen Mian's will relaxed a bit, his eyes were still red and swollen, and the vomiting in his stomach slowed down, and he explained to the man timidly: "Our community is a government surveillance area, and he can't get in..." The reason why he clings to his senior brother.

The man looked at him like an idiot, as if he said something very mentally retarded.The man didn't put the knife away until it was polished enough to look in the mirror, then took out a file bag from the hidden compartment of the car, and asked him in a vicious voice, "Where is S601?"

……Eh?Why did the thigh go to his house?Cen Mian looked at him with wet eyes, less fear and vigilance inside, and the fact that his thighs would also get lost made Cen Mian's impression of him a little more real.

However, 10 minutes later, standing at the door of the house, Cen Mian, who was completely soaked, overturned his previous thoughts.

The man whose clothes were still half dry folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the young man who was trying to step on his heels to support himself with an umbrella just now, bending over to take out the keys in his bag. Consciously exposed, thinking of the young man's performance just now, the corners of his mouth twitched mockingly.

Cen Mian didn't notice the man's expression at all, opened the door cautiously, invited the man in, followed by skillfully turning on the lights, opening the shoe cabinet, and took out the shoes for the man to change.

The man looked at the wardrobe of shoes that looked all right, and seemed to dislike the house he was about to live in, frowning: "Are you living with a group of centipede spirits?"

Cen Mian raised his index finger and gave a flustered "Shh..." and saw the light in the living room, and said in a low voice, "Those are brother's shoes, um, this house belongs to him. It's Xue Liang, do you know him?"

The man raised his eyebrows and refused to comment. As if he had returned to his own home, he unzipped half of the zipper on the tight-fitting black racing jersey, exposing his attractive chest, rubbing his wet black hair, and walked straight to the living room.

Cen Mian changed into his slippers at home, and hurriedly followed. Halfway through, he put the document bag that the man had thrown on the ground and put it on the coffee table, and then followed into the bright living room.

On the four wide and soft fabric sofas, the man aggressively occupied one of them, with his long legs hanging arrogantly on the coffee table in the middle, directly declaring his sovereignty over the coffee table.

On another fabric sofa, a creature with cucumber slices on its face is lying comfortably on Ge You. Its nine big fluffy tails will drown its whole body, and its long legs are hanging limply along the sofa. With his lower abdomen rising and falling, Cen Mian thought that his senior brother was finally squeezed dry by the goblin.

Cen Mian carefully poured water for the man, then gently lifted the cucumber slices from Xue Liang's eyes, and then let out an exclamation, a pair of fox eyes were opening to look at him, full of unconscious deception.Cen Mian whispered with lingering fear, "You're awake..."

"Well, the smell of this ghost grass, Mianmian, you were almost eaten again?" Xue Liang sat up slowly, the cucumber slices on his face were stunned.He turned his head, saw a man on another sofa, and said, "Huh? Why did I see a creature that looks like He Shaoyu."

Xue Liang revealed his picky and mean character to his heart's content, without the usual seductive aura at all.Although Cen Mian is 90.00% sure that it was because he didn't want to smile wrinkled.

He Shaoyu raised his eyebrows indifferently, and moved his slender fingers like flying on the phone screen: "Who are you?"

Xue Liang sat up slowly, and took off the cucumber slices very gracefully, revealing that flirtatious face, finally showing the charm of the nine-tailed fox: "It is said that my name is the landlord?"

"Pa--ta--" There was the sound of the door opening and closing, Cen Mian looked back, it was Lu Li who came back from get off work.

The gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at the wonderful match in the living room, with the same elegant expression on his face.He changed his shoes and came over, the corners of his mouth twitched as a greeting gift with He Shaoyu, and he threw the cold drink in his hand to him: "The drink you want."

... Dare everyone knows thighs, but he doesn't.

Cen Mian was cleaning up the wreckage made by Xue Liang's cutting of cucumbers on the table, and suddenly felt two fiery gazes - when he looked up, Xue Liang and Lu Li were looking at him.

Having lived here for twenty years, Cen Mian knowingly hugged the bowls and gourds and garbage, and whispered with a smile: "I'll cook right away, soon, you guys talk first."

Being able to live in Shanhai Community, his three roommates are naturally not human.Xue Liang is a nine-tailed fox from the land of Qingqiu. Lu Li and Lu Jun are both from Ao'an Mountain. One is a willow tree and the other is a mountain god.That means, none of them need to eat human food.

Reluctantly, ever since Cen Mian, who studied human beings, began to study human recipes, the four beasts have discovered that these are the greatest inventions of human beings!I wish I could eat more than a dozen meals a day, but in the end, due to Cen Mian's strength and various rejection reactions from everyone's body, I had to change it to three meals a day.

Cen Mian, who has been cooking for 20 years, is naturally familiar with everyone's tastes. Kung Pao Chicken is made for Xue Liang, and fried locusts are made for Lu Li.Not knowing He Shaoyu's real body and taste, Cen Mian just made an extra boiled cabbage and steamed small yellow croaker with lemon leaves.

The four of them were sitting in the dining room eating, Cen Mian bit his chopsticks and observed He Shaoyu's expression carefully, he frowned every time he ate a dish, but didn't say anything.It seems that although the thighs are bad, the etiquette is good.

Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Cen Mian got up and went to the kitchen to fetch the soup pot.He was hearing Xue Liang say: "What about He Dashao, this place is under the surveillance of the government, sister Huang wouldn't be so powerful to find here."

He Shaoyu's displeased voice sounded: "I've seen it."

…Cen Mian came out with the soup in his hand, thinking, he must have tasted it.It suddenly occurred to him that this house only has four bedrooms, and he lives here with his senior brother, Lu Li, and Lu Jun, so where will his thighs sleep?

Obviously, Lu Li, who cared about Lu Jun, also thought of it. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth slowly, and asked, "What about Lu Jun?"

Seeing Tang, Xue Liang happily walked over to pretend, and said to Lu Li without looking back, "Didn't Juanjuan go to Laoshan? There has been no news for two months, so is he still coming back?"

Lu Li pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that were blurred by the mist of the soup, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Who says he won't come back."

"Who says I won't come back—oh——Mianzi, your hand—"

"Ahhhhh!!"

The soft Zhengtai sound and Cen Mian's exclamation sounded at the same time.

Cen Mian was holding the soup pot with trembling hands, and inside, a young lady who looked only eight years old was crawling out while holding onto the side of the pot, her curly hair was dipped in the soup, it looked more like instant noodles.

"...Brother Juan, can you go through the gate once when you come back." Cen Mian felt that the soup pot in his hand had not changed in weight, and Lu Jun had already crawled out of it.

Lu Li consciously took a wet towel and stood behind Lu Jun to wipe his head. Lu Jun was still pulling out two 24-inch suitcases from the soup pot. Wrapping the red box and shouting: "Lu! Roll! Roll! Who allowed you to take the box of Daxian! This is what I just bought!"

Cen Mian looked at the Chanel logo, felt sorry for his brother's wallet, and took a peek at He Shaoyu who was watching the show with raised eyebrows at the table. He felt that the latter's face turned darker, and he trembled unconsciously.

With an innocent face on his face, Lu Jun stretched out his hand to open the zipper, only to see a large pile of silver and blue cans neatly placed inside: "It's used to hold the souvenirs I bought for you, and the God of Laoshan strongly favored me."

Xue Liang cleared the pile of Laoshan White Flower Snake Grass Water out of his treasure box in pain, his strange facial features were distorted with distress.

Lu Jun wanted to make up for it, and gave him an innocent smile: "Little fox, can you please bring my power bank over here, the phone is out of battery and I can't contact you, I'm sorry."

Xue Liang looked at Lu Jun, completely forgetting his socialite demeanor, and wanted to make him look like a white flower snake.

Lu Jun was careful, and while throwing the towel to Lu Li, he walked to his room and said without sincerity, "I miss my bed and my little fans. I'm going to broadcast live, you guys take your time."

Cen Mian was holding the soup pot in a daze, before he figured out which script he was holding, Lu Jun's respectful live singing had already sounded over there.

Lu Li frowned holding the towel, Xue Liang touched his suitcase distressedly, his face was ready to raise a knife to kill Lu Jun, only Cen Mian held the pot and looked at He Shaoyu's unhappy face timidly, weakly. He started weakly: "So..."

He Shaoyu propped his chin with one hand, watching the farce with a half-smile, but his beautiful eyes were cold: "Where do I sleep tonight?"