my landlord is koi

It was already late at night when the three returned home, half an hour later than expected, because they met a fortune teller who set up a stall on the way, and Xiao Tinghui asked him for a fortune-telling on a whim.He just paid 20 yuan, and chatted with the other party for half an hour. If Qiao Yuening hadn't interrupted him, he might have been able to drag others into the early hours of the morning.

Mo Xiaoxiao thought it was funny when he thought that the fortune-teller's livid face was completely devoid of the appearance of a worldly expert at the beginning, and he could only scold Xiao Tinghui through gritted teeth.

Xiao Tinghui bid them farewell in the corridor, and couldn't help complaining that the fortune teller was talking nonsense.

"Master is lucky every day, do you need him to talk about this kind of thing?" Once Xiao Tinghui gets carried away, his mouth tends to be clueless.He said frivolously, his brows were full of spirits, and his bright smile added a bit of arrogance.

Mo Xiaoxiao had never seen him like this before, she just felt amazed|amazing, as if standing in front of him was not an otaku wearing ordinary casual clothes and doing nothing.It's an all-powerful knight, with a mind that looks down on the world when talking and laughing.

In contrast, Qiao Yuening took it for granted, and said coldly: "Even the rotten peach blossoms that can't be stopped by lifting me out have the nerve to say so?"

The word Rotten Peach Blossom is very aggressive, making Xiao Tinghui's tail cocked up to the sky in an instant.He looked at Qiao Yuening angrily, as if complaining that she was incomprehensible, and defended: "After you block the rotten peach blossoms, the rest will be good."

"Okay, I didn't see any of them." Qiao Yuening said again, unceremoniously pointing out the most important point.Then he opened the door and entered the room without looking back, completely ignoring Xiao Tinghui's crazy mood.

Mo Xiaoxiao has figured out that it is normal for these two people to hurt each other, so she is not worried about their suspicion, so she greets Xiao Tinghui and enters the door.

Qiao Yuening was changing shoes at the entrance, it was already late autumn, but she didn't like to wear socks at home, she took off her socks when she took off her shoes.Mo Xiaoxiao bent down to pick up the gap between her shoes and saw her feet, and saw a tattoo on her ankle of a black butterfly about to fly. The spread wings are in ink style, as if a wisp of smoke is about to go with the wind. , bringing the ethereal performance of butterfly wings to life.

Black butterflies, white ankles, the contrast of the two bright colors makes the black thicker and the white whiter.

Mo Xiaoxiao flashed her mind for a moment, she always only stays on the surface of appreciating beauty, and forgets after seeing it. She who is watching it as before, only now has a belated taste.

Both Qiao Yuening and Xiao Tinghui's appearances are very upright, and no one can find fault with them. Putting them on the street with people coming and going, they are also at the level of male gods who can attract a lot of attention.

Classifying Qiao Yuening as a male god was not because Mo Xiaoxiao satirized her male appearance as a girl, but Qiao Yuening, who had short hair at the ears and a neutral dress, had deep eyes, was indifferent, and had an intoxicating sense of abstinence.Seeing it at a glance, indulging in it, like old wine, the mellow fragrance lasts for a long time.Come to think of it, gender has become unimportant.

Mo Xiaoxiao believes that even if Qiao Yuening grows her hair long and puts on a long skirt, the tall and tall girl will still be a lot of fans.

Xiao Tinghui's outgoing and flamboyant, Qiao Yuening's introverted and steady, two people with completely different personalities, their good relationship makes people jealous.A question that should not have arisen in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart, such two outstanding people, are they really what she usually sees, are they dead houses who don't go out easily?

With this in mind, Mo Xiaoxiao lay on the bed tossing and turning.She has a bad problem, that is, when she thinks about things, her thinking is too detached, often unrealistic, and she can make up a world-shaking drama in her mind.Under such conjecture, Mo Xiaoxiao fell into a deep sleep.

Sleeping until midnight, Mo Xiaoxiao woke up suddenly in a ridiculous dream, and sat up abruptly.There was a street light coming in from the bedroom, and the furniture could be seen as blurry shadows. Mo Xiaoxiao wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on her head, feeling like she was going crazy.Otherwise, how could she have dreamed that Qiao Yuening came down to earth as a fairy, and she was a heinous devil, waiting for Qiao Yuening to save her.

"Toxic." Mo Xiaoxiao reached for the water glass on the bedside table, wanting to drink water to relieve his mood.However, instead of touching the water glass, his fingers touched his own computer.The cold touch made Mo Xiaoxiao wake up from the dream, and her mind was still blurred. She turned her head to look at her computer, and couldn't help crying.

She was so excited to play today, she even forgot that she was saving manuscripts!What's more, along with the saved manuscript is her description of Qiao Yuening, which fits her dream like fate.In an instant, Mo Xiaoxiao felt that she had been hit hard, fell to the ground, and was in a mess.She fell back on the bed, covered her head with the quilt, and curled herself up, as if only in this way could she shake those abnormal things out of her mind.

The next day, Mo Xiaoxiao woke up from the bed and it was already high in the sun. She climbed up with a messy bird's nest, took a water cup and went out to catch water.In the second half of the night, the bombardment of dreams and archived manuscripts made her pretend to be full of worries, and fell asleep all the time, and the quality of sleep was greatly reduced.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning, barely seeing the direction of the water dispenser, Mo Xiaoxiao stepped on her slippers and walked over.After drinking a glass of warm water, Mo Xiaoxiao was fully awake, and casually scanned the living room, only to find Qiao Yuening sitting on the sofa reading a book.

She was leaning on the sofa, sitting in a relaxed posture, with her shoeless feet stepping on the edge of the sofa, turning the pages of the book lightly like a cat.If he hadn't seen her, Mo Xiaoxiao would never have noticed her sitting there.

"Morning, what are you looking at." Mo Xiaoxiao greeted her naturally, after Xiao Tinghui's unremitting efforts yesterday, finally made Mo Xiaoxiao less resistant to Qiao Yuening.At least she will not give herself a psychological construction before saying hello, wondering whether she will be ignored or rejected.

Qiao Yuening saw her as soon as Mo Xiaoxiao left the room, so she wasn't surprised to hear her voice now.Still staring at her book, she replied, "The Wandering Blade of Keigo Higashino."

"Oh, I've seen it." Mo Xiaoxiao replied casually, regretting a bit after she finished.

Because her tone seemed to be inviting Qiao Yuening to discuss the plot with her, but in fact she had never been interested in this kind of subject matter, it was her goddess who accidentally mentioned in the group that she was watching it, and she turned it on.When I watched it, I swallowed it whole, and only remembered the general plot. I didn't have much experience of the emotions in it. The only feeling was sadness.

Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world.The angel overlooks all living beings, treats the world as ants, and allows the devil to do evil.The so-called law is sometimes not for justice, but for rules.Rules are dead, people are alive, but sometimes people have to obey dead things.

Fortunately, Qiao Yuening's thoughts were all on the book, and she didn't pay attention to Mo Xiaoxiao's tone. She was still staring at her book, and after humming lightly, she seemed to think of something. She raised her head to signal Mo Xiaoxiao to look at the kitchen, and said, "I'll go to the kitchen in the morning. Got up and baked bread, it's in the fridge, take it yourself."

Mo Xiaoxiao, who got up in the middle of the day and was singing on an empty stomach, looked at Qiao Yuening in surprise, feeling a little surprised in her heart.But after thanking her, what she thought was: So the landlord can bake bread, but I have never seen her enter the kitchen!

Sitting at the dining table after washing up, eating the bread baked by Qiao Yuening and drinking the yogurt she bought, Mo Xiaoxiao thought comfortably, this is life, which makes people feel comfortable and peaceful, as if all the troubles are gone with the wind.

However, these disturbances that went with the wind only left such a small distance, and quickly swirled back to Mo Xiaoxiao's side, which made her anxious as always.

Lying on the bed with his computer in his arms, Mo Xiaoxiao started to struggle with the beginning of his new article again.The segment written last night was not satisfactory today. Mo Xiaoxiao deleted, deleted, and revised it. After half an hour, her word count was already negative.

Very good, very good, this is more exciting than writing abusive texts.Sure enough, when writing an essay, you can't turn around and revise it. The more you revise, the more you feel that the shit is unreasonable and worthless, and then you will eventually rewrite it.

Mo Xiaoxiao started again with resentment all over her forehead. This time she wrote slowly, carefully considering each word, and paused hesitantly when the protagonist appeared.She liked the passage from yesterday very much, and also liked the way the protagonist appeared on the stage, but when she thought of the shadow of Qiao Yuening on the protagonist, she began to struggle.

In the end, rationality prevailed over impulse, and Mo Xiaoxiao revised yesterday's content.Erase the shadow of Qiao Yuening on the protagonist, leaving the same cold arrogance and indifference.The ruthless and desireless protagonist, from the moment he meets the leader of the Demon Cult, begins to experience the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the world of mortals.

Going past the tangled beginning, let the leader of the Demon Cult successfully worship the protagonist, and the three golden chapters have been written.Today's thoughts were unexpectedly smooth, and Mo Xiaoxiao didn't pause much in the middle. She thought she was traveling at [-] an hour, and she was secretly happy.When I looked up, I found that the room was already dark, and the time on the computer showed six o'clock in the afternoon.

Probably reminded by this time that he had been sitting in the room for nearly six hours, all the bones in Mo Xiaoxiao's body began to protest, and they were sore.The two legs crossed were numb, Mo Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, saved the document and put down the computer, and straightened the two unconscious legs.

Stretching and stretching her muscles and bones, Mo Xiaoxiao rubbed her numb legs, and got up from the bed after the blood was activated.After a day of tossing, she only ate two breads to pad her stomach in the morning. She is so hungry right now.

Finding the mobile phone from the corner of the bed, Mo Xiaoxiao skillfully dug out the takeaway phone, thinking that Qiao Yuening might not have eaten, so she opened the door and went out to ask her if she wanted to order takeaway together.

Opening the door, the light from the living room shone in, and there was a slender shadow in the narrow light.

Qiao Yuening was wearing an apron, her hands were behind her back, and she seemed to be untiing it. When she saw Mo Xiaoxiao open the door, she stopped and said, "I cooked rice, let's eat together."

Mo Xiaoxiao: "..."

Could she understand that Qiao Yuening was going to come over and ask her to eat?The bread at noon can also be explained by the way, but the dinner is obviously specially made.

Mo Xiaoxiao is really flattered now, just for one night, was Qiao Yuening cast some kind of magic by Xiao Tinghui?Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't even think about asking her to wash her hands and make soup.