The Devil of the Walking Street

Lan Ming panicked and plunged into the forest. Larga was silent for a while, and then started buttoning his buttons again.

The boy finally understood that running around is a bad habit, because at this time he got lost.

God knows why this forest got in and couldn't find the way out.

There are trees on the front, back, left, and right, and there is no obvious marker to point the way.

Thinking of this, Lan Ming stepped over the tree roots in front of him and raised his head. He brushed up the hair on his forehead in disbelief, and stared at the European-style buildings hidden among the trees with wide eyes.

The heart was beating thumping, as if the prince who strayed into the magic forest had found the tower where the princess was imprisoned.

Of course, there are no beautiful and pretty princesses here.

Some are just a taciturn wolf cub.

Lan Ming approached the villas on tiptoe, for fear of disturbing the flowers and plants here.

Sensing the gaze staring at him, he raised his head and met a pair of gray eyes.

As if crashing into a pool of clear water, the whole person has been thoroughly washed from head to toe.

It is so pure, with a strange attraction.

The teenagers at the time thought so.

He wanted to go deeper to explore all kinds of things, but he was caught by the animal ears on the other side's soft golden hair, which stood up high.

What's more, the opponent also has a furry wolf tail hanging beside him.

Lan Ming's cuteness was instantly hit.

That feeling is no less than that of a young girl with a spring heart, being walled in a small corner by the much-anticipated male god.

My heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst.

He hurriedly ran to the window sill where the other party was. It was clearly a flat lawn, but the boy almost tripped himself to the ground.

"hi..."

The little devil greeted the other party cautiously, and his first instinct was that the other party was not easy to get along with.

The other party seemed to shrink back in surprise, but still couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, he stepped forward and leaned against the railing of the window sill, looking at this new guest who had never seen him before.

Ahh... so cute...

Little Devil's Tail couldn't resist turning on the electric fan mode.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him, and Lan Ming turned his head, and saw Larga standing behind him in meticulous clothes.

Lan Ming swallowed, and smelled: "Nihao..."

Larga smiled: "Your teacher told you to go back."

Lan Ming blinked.

Following the man's gaze, the boy turned his head and looked at the window sill on the second floor of the villa, only to find that the wolf-eared boy was no longer there.

"Please follow me. It's easy for first-time visitors to get lost." Lalga smiled, walked to Lan Ming's side, blocked his gaze, and stretched out a hand to signal:

"Please."

"Oh... oh." The little devil nodded blankly, full of unreasonable regrets, turned and left.

The man put away his smile, tilted his head slightly inadvertently, and glanced meaningfully at the empty window sill.

——————————————————————————————————

"How do you feel about that family of werewolves?" Adeline raised her feet and carefully admired her intact purple-black nail polish in the sun.

"...Is that the little animal you mentioned?" Lan Ming said blackly: "Teacher, did you do it on purpose?"

The female demon didn't answer, just pursed her lips and smiled.

"However... I saw a little werewolf about my age." The boy thought of the "princess" in the jungle, and his face flushed: "You know how cute it is."

"I'm not interested in cute things." Adeline let her body lie comfortably in the sofa chair, revealing a cat-like laziness in her body and mind: "Have wolf ears and a wolf tail?"

"Ah."

"It's probably their youngest son, Reynolds." Adeline covered her eyes with her hands, letting only a little light flow through her fingers: "It's so pitiful."

"Ah?" Lan Ming was puzzled.

"A little werewolf with insufficient talent." The boy's teacher said casually, not caring about the fate of others at all: "He was born in the Cameron family."