When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

"I don't feel it at home, but it feels like it's the Chinese New Year when I go out," Li Mufeng sighed as he looked at the pair of teenagers in front of him who were walking side by side with Feng Ling.

The taste of the new year is a wonderful thing, as if it will appear naturally when the season comes.

The red lanterns hung on both sides of the street at unknown times, the red paper couplets quietly appearing in small shops, and the fancy candies secretly put on shelves in supermarkets, all unconsciously remind people of the special nature of this season.

Even the cold wind blowing on the street was also secretly replaced by the music of Gong Xi Fa Cai at some point, imbuing it with a strong flavor of the Spring Festival.

"When the red color is heavy, it will be festive." Feng Ling agreed with Li Mufeng's words, and at the same time disliked the couplets hanging in the New Year's shop, "Do you really want to stick these on the door?"

Li Mufeng asked, "What?" Would the monster feel uncomfortable seeing this?

"The writing is not good-looking, so I can't post it." Feng Ling felt that he didn't want to let these tacky things stick on the door of his house at all. "Why don't I write it myself."

"..." Are you kidding me?

Li Mufeng wondered if he was woken up too early by Mao Tuanzi and had auditory hallucinations before he woke up.

Before going out in the morning, he secretly asked Liuhua why Feng Ling was not allowed to touch the pen.

At that time, Liu Hua just glanced at him meaningfully, handed him the notebook from that day, closed his eyes and turned to the first few pages and handed it to Li Mufeng.

Then Li Mufeng forgot whether he had something to say just now.

The strokes on the eye protection paper are thick and thin, and each hemp ball is like thatch strewn across the barren hills, like wool that has been ravaged by cats, entangled indiscriminately, like wild horses running wild in the mud. The hoofprints on the bottom are not like words.

Feng Ling's calligraphy is even more outstanding than his soul painting skills, it has surpassed the small troubles of visual damage and reached the realm of spiritual pollution.

As long as Li Mufeng closes his eyes, he can feel the enchanting dancing of those devilish words in his mind.

Could it be that Feng Ling intends to use this kind of calligraphy to exorcise evil spirits?

If that's the case, it is estimated that he, a delicate human being, will have a nervous breakdown first.

For the sake of his own health, Li Mufeng felt that he should persuade Feng Ling to give up this dangerous and bold idea.

However, he was still preparing his lines, holding up a string of sugar cats jumping back from the front, he took the scripts of other crews, and grabbed the lines, "Hey? Do you want to write it yourself? That's good, I'll buy it." Red paper."

Putting the sugar cat in Shen Quan's hand, Liu Hua swung the willow again and plunged into a sea of ​​bright red.

Opening the bracelet, Li Mufeng sneakily typed a line of words for Shen Quan to take advantage of the cover of the crowd, "Is it true that your Wang Xiang will not kill anyone by taking pictures by himself?"

Holding a bunch of sugar paintings in one hand, Shen Quan compared the size of the sugar cat and the sugar sparrow, and quietly bit off a cat's whiskers and put it in his mouth.

Tasting the sweetness of Tangmao in his mouth, Shen Quan casually comforted the humans, "Well, big brushes and fountain pens are two extremes."

No matter how shockingly ugly it is, it can be as breathtaking as how beautiful it is.

After understanding Shen Quan's subtext, Li Mufeng said that he didn't know how to add points to the skill tree of non-human creatures.

It was almost noon after purchasing couplet fireworks at New Year's Shopping Street, Li Mufeng threw the New Year's goods into the trunk, and drove a few people to Luyuan.

There are two vegetarian animals in the family, and Luyuan is undoubtedly the best choice. His vegetarian food is the best in City A, and the location is in the city center, so it is convenient to go shopping in the afternoon.

The heating in Luyuan is fully turned on, and people who are full of wine and food will feel drowsy when they are drunk by the warm air.

The carbon dioxide brought by the digestion of food is swimming in the blood vessels, lying on his back in the solid wooden armchair, Li Mufeng slightly closed his eyelids, and sighed, "I didn't expect non-human beings to be excited because of the New Year. I was woken up by you early in the morning, and now I start to feel sleepy." gone."

"I won't take this blame," Liu Hua said, with a look on his face that you can't be a fool even if I don't read much, "You are obviously full and sleepy."

Shen Quan also retorted, "This porcelain is touched, and the old lady won't help you. It's almost eight o'clock when I tell you, okay? You usually get up early at this time when you go to work."

"Tsk, didn't I ask for leave today? You get up early on non-working days, are you all possessed by evil capitalists?" Li Mufeng was lying in a loose posture, and the tone of his speech also had the languidness of Haitang Chunshui.

Looking at the men's hand-painted facial features as fine and evil, Liu Hua felt that not only women, the more beautiful they are, the more deceptive they are, and men too.

Li Mufeng is a big liar.

He kept saying that he was an insomniac, and he needed Feng Ling's sense of security to heal him, but what happened?

Is the curative effect too good?

Since Dajiu took over Nestlé, he and Shen Quan have to fight wits and courage with this bedridden person every day, and fight with all their strength on the front line of helping poor households get rid of poverty and become rich.

Wiping a handful of blood and tears, Liuhua felt sorry for the integrity of the man, it must be very pitiful for him to be abandoned by his master.

Stepping on the springboard of Li Mufeng's slender and curly eyelashes, his gaze passed over the straight bridge of the nose, and landed on the well-shaped pink lips. Feng Ling's mood was the same as the corners of the man's lips, slightly raised.

Mu Feng is finally a little bit healthy now. The first two meetings, this person tortured himself miserably each time. At the beginning, it was only bloody and gasping. It's cold.

"The mental method I taught you before running, feel the direction of my spiritual power," Feng Ling said, with the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together, gently tap the man's brow to slowly transfer the spiritual power.

As the light golden spiritual power flowed away, the contract lines on the faces of the two of them once again broke through the illusion, and red lotuses like flames automatically emerged, swaying gracefully at the end of their eyes.

Looking at the little vermilion on the man's cheek, Feng Ling thought she was secretly brushing the strands of hair twice with her fingertips through the small movement of lifting up the broken hair for others, and taught nonchalantly, "Remember this direction, and you will be tired later." , just absorb the spiritual energy to dissolve it."

"Remember," Li Mufeng smiled and grabbed the young man's hand, and stood up blatantly, "Also, don't cover up the lines on your face, just take advantage of the Chinese New Year to get a tattoo, every time you touch you The spiritual power, you have to re-cast the illusion, how troublesome."

Not noticing that he was being eaten with tofu, Feng Ling was a little surprised, "Don't you hate it? These are all on the face like scales."

Li Mufeng originally wanted to leave tattoos for couples, but he never thought that the reason why Feng Ling would use illusion every time to cover them up was to take care of his mood.

His Xian'er always misunderstood, but every time he could get into his heart by mistake, and changed his mind to the strings of the piano.

"I like it very much. When I saw it, I would think of myself as a miracle," Li Mufeng smiled as he held the young man's hand and pressed it on the red lotus pattern on his dimple.

Its existence is to say, I am the rose seed that was lucky to land on your planet, my little prince.

Caught off guard and took a mouthful of dog food, Liu Hua asked Shen Quan with a tangled expression, "Second Battalion Commander, you said that I will damage my teeth from eating sugar, should I go to the veterinarian or the dentist?"

Shen Quan patted the kitten affectionately, and replied, "I suggest you consider a psychiatric hospital first."

Looking at the cruel and heartless face of his little friend with resentment, Liu Hua unilaterally announced in his heart that the friendship between him and the other party will stop here, and he will never say a word to this second bird.

At least, today must be...

"Second Battalion Commander, this dress is sure to look great," Qiao Jinyu forgot his announcement as soon as he entered the Burberry store, pointing at the black coat on the model in the store, and shouted at a certain bird who was picking out a scarf.

Shen Quan was called by name, followed Liu Hua's instructions, looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "You know my aesthetics, I..."

I am sorry.

excuse me.

farewell.

Remembering Bird's primitive and simple aesthetics, Liuhua had no choice but to ask the clerk to get Fengling's size, and go find Fengling himself.

He has already read from Shen Quan's unspeakable eyes the disgust he has never said, it is as black as a crow, how do you think of letting my king wear something that is not colorful at all.

When Liu Hua found Feng Ling, he was coming out of the fitting room.

He was wearing the black Chester cashmere coat he was holding on his upper body, a white shirt with a lapel collar, and black slim-fit trousers on his lower body. The extremely pure black and white collided together, giving birth to a clear-cut look. harmonious.

Handsome is handsome, but unfortunately, handsome blows up.

Wrapped in neatly cut black and white, the transparent and ethereal young man gave off a cold aura that people dare not look directly at.

The cold and solemn black, and the resisting white, together outline Feng Ling's murderous aura that is usually hidden in the coldness, as a pole that blows away the wind and snow of life and death.

Li Mufeng thought that Feng Ling, who had a noble temperament, would look more like a lonely and elegant nobleman in a European castle in Chester, but he didn't expect to be shocked by the coldness of the suit first.

The chill on Feng Ling's body is different from the bloody gold and iron horses on the battlefield. It is heartless and heartless, without the blood's heat, and without the roar of the soul. It is as calm as all the creatures in the world, including himself. Not worth mentioning.

"I don't like it," Feng Ling commented after turning twice in the mirror.

Li Mufeng didn't like it very much either, "Change to something else."

This appearance of Feng Ling made him feel too far away, far away.

The so-called distant place, when it comes to a certain house number in a certain town, or a certain planet in a certain galaxy, no matter how long the distance in space is, it will eventually be reached one day.

But Feng Ling, who was dressed in indifference and frost, made him feel as if he had returned to the day when he first met. The young man left the world and was independent.

Not knowing what Li Mufeng was thinking, Feng Ling took off the so-called classic long coat with some disgust, "I don't like black tops."

Without that heavy black layer, Feng Ling, who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, became fresh and elegant, and regained the familiar appearance of Li Mufeng as a flower in the high mountains.

It's fine if you don't like dark tops.

Li Mufeng read the same emotion in Liuhua's eyes.

Asking the clerk to wrap up the shirt and trousers, Li Mufeng took advantage of Feng Ling to try on a matching outfit, and discussed with Liu Hua about Feng Ling's outfit, "Xian'er must not have a black coat in her wardrobe from now on."

"If you don't buy it, you won't have it?" Liu Hua felt that the other party's worry was unnecessary.

Feng Ling's cognitive barriers to clothing, saying that there is no aesthetics is flattery, and there is no concept at all.

Liuhua had seen this person wearing April's sweater when he went out in July, and only after asking, did he know that he would always wear it as long as he had Qiao Yu's appearance.

This was probably the worst time Qiao Yu was hacked.

Liuhua feels sorry for the girl who received the lunch early for no reason.

In order to prevent his male god father from being treated as a mentally ill person when he goes out, Liu Hua consciously undertakes the task of buying and matching a complete set of clothes for Feng Ling.

After Li Mufeng took over the 82601 acre of land, he took over this work.

"I always thought that Xian'er didn't pick anything," Li Mufeng said with a smile, remembering Feng Ling's dislike of dark shirts while sitting in the legendary husband's locker room.

He had never seen Feng Ling picky about anything, as long as he matched it for him and put it where he could see it at a glance, this person would change it by himself before going out.

Glancing at the still non-existent clerk girl who came back from packing her clothes, Liu Hua suddenly felt a little regretful that she couldn't hear the classic counter-disgusting plot in the novel, "Maybe I haven't tried dark colors before."

Feng Ling's complexion is fair. In the past, they would unconsciously choose bright colors when choosing clothes. Today, this is the first time they have tried such a large area of ​​black, but the effect is not satisfactory.

Walking out of the fitting room again, Feng Ling finally fulfilled their wish to see Ou Fan's aristocrat this time.

The empire blue wool coat is lined with a white collared shirt, which makes the white and transparent young man look like a king who came out of the Victorian era, noble and alienated with the arrogance of the proud son of heaven.

While admiring his little prince, Li Mufeng didn't forget to remind the clerk who pretended to be a background and secretly took photos to maintain her professionalism and not to reveal the privacy of customers at will.

"This one, take the neon blue one." Liuhua Mao licked his face, looked at Li Mufeng, and asked the clerk to get another set of the same style, "His size."

The neon blue is said to be blue, but the color is actually a dark khaki gray with a blue tone.

Li Mufeng put on the same style and different color as Feng Ling, and the two standing together is like a story.

Downstairs of the small gothic-style building with brightly colored roofs, the gorgeous and coquettish vampire aristocrats and the holy and noble human princes attract each other. In the era of strict morality and tradition, ambiguous dances in prison with heavy shackles.

"Well, can I take a photo of you together?" The clerk changed the photo into a consultation, "I promise that I will never upload it without your permission."

"Do you want to take a picture?" Li Mufeng asked Feng Ling.

"Send me a copy," Feng Ling replied.

After taking the photos, Feng Ling asked the clerk to wrap up Li Mufeng's set as well, "Your set is mine, a New Year's gift."

Feng Ling tried on a few more, and took the same style for Li Mufeng, and asked Liuhua to choose a few sets for himself and Shen Quan, while sitting with the man in the husband's depository waiting for the check.

"I don't really understand the aesthetics of all clothes, I can only tell the beauty from your mood swings," Feng Ling said with a bit of apology, "In the end, the New Year's gifts are those you choose yourself, I will only buy the same style. "

Can think of giving me a gift is the best New Year gift.

Couples are fine.

But this kind of scheming will not be said, he will only climb along the pole, "From now on, you will go to the streets with me."

Feng Ling responded with a smile, "Yes."

Although he doesn't like to go out and meet people and rely on the almighty Internet to buy things, it's good to go shopping with Mu Feng and buy him all the things that make him happy.

Thinking of what Feng Ling said about not liking black, Li Mufeng was curious that he had no aesthetics in this aspect, but had a prejudice against color, "Why don't you like black tops?"

"You don't like it," Feng Ling said bluntly, "You seem to be very afraid of how I look in that dress."

It's not that he's biased, they are.

Feng Ling has always been so talented in protecting his shortcomings, and his transparency makes people itch, like the red and yellow wine that makes people intoxicated after filtering the sorrow in Oscar Wilde's pen. Every sip is a temptation that even the temptation can't resist.

When paying the bill, Liu Hua and Shen Quan were speechless looking at the six-figure bill. Although they had already sold antiques and exploded overnight, they still hadn't shed the poverty of the bottom working people who had been poor for a hundred years.

"I said, why do you buy so many scarves?" They all left the store and went to the next monopoly. Liu Hua was still thinking about Shen Quan's prodigal family. The scarves that were thousands of dollars worth almost lost one of every color. .

"Are you going to collect all the rainbow-colored summoning dragons?"

Darlingly tied the heart-shaped striped cashmere scarf on, Shen Quan's face was full of righteousness, swearing to the death and insisting on co-existing at the end, "You said that the clothes can't exceed three colors, but this scarf itself has three colors."

Ignoring the shock of his companions, Shen Quan continued to praise Burberry's classic striped scarf, "This is simply a miracle, the small scarf contains at least three colors, the fancy is so low-key, I just need to wear these scarves Break through the limit of three."

Liu Hua looked at the little Windsor red heart on Shen Quan's scarf, and suddenly didn't know where to start complaining about this Qianlong-style aesthetic bird.

He guessed that Qianlong's mood when he saw the various glazed vases was probably as happy as Liuhua's mood when he saw the scarf now.

Enough to spend.

enough.

complicated enough.

The four of them had a great time sweeping goods in the mall, unaware that two of them had already made the headlines of the hot searches.

Burberry's clerk sister paper sent away four good-looking handsome guys, and quickly went online to show off to friends.Just because you can’t post photos doesn’t mean you can’t show off in words.

She had just surfed the Internet and was still organizing her words, so her little friend gave her Shuangfeng's beauty CP first. When she saw the little friend's words, she curled her lips in disdain.

What beauty, the two little brothers she entertained just now are the real beauty.

People on the Internet always like to exaggerate and pull many beautiful words from the altar.

I don't know if the word "beautiful beauty" will be abused like the "goddess" back then, and it will become tacky and eventually become the most common courtesy in the streets and alleys.

However, even though she didn't care about it in her heart, the little citizen loves gossip by nature, so she asked her to click on the link to see how immortal she can be.

Then she froze.

Aren't these two people the same couple who just walked out of the store?

Having been in close contact with the hotly searched protagonist, my sister was beaten three tubes of chicken blood. She immediately told her friends that she had just met a real person. The real person looks exactly the same as in the video, and even looks better than in the video. Yan is rich, so he casually scanned four 10,000+ clothes.

This kind of scene of sharing and showing off the benefits of years ago with friends happened in every shop Feng Ling and the others walked by. When almost every girl was typing, she regretted that she didn't learn Chinese well back then.

Otherwise, they wouldn't just repeat the simple and simple adjectives such as good-looking and beautiful over and over again.

If the language is good, they can learn from Cao Zhi, imitate a Fu, and use the words and phrases that have been sung through the ages like "as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind" to praise the man in their hearts. God's prosperity and beauty.