Devil

The dinner prepared by Ji Huan today is luxurious!

He rarely sleeps a good night.

The black egg was taken away by the aunt, and the grandfather went out with Naji. The family quietly left him alone, and there was no sense of loneliness because he knew they were safe.

Perhaps it was because of the wine that was too high, he slept very hard, there was a taste of wine in the process, and there was a taste of aunt.

Uncontrollable things happened. He didn't know who to talk to. Fortunately, the aunt left temporarily, and Ah Ye did not. He could organize his mood.

He thought that he might dream of aunt, and might dream of yesterday's "dream", but in fact he did not dream of anything.

After waking up, he stayed in bed for a while. He rarely slept at this time. When he found that the sky outside the window was still lit, he was a little confused, but he quickly remembered what happened before he fell asleep. After turning over a few bodies, his hand suddenly touched a hard thing between the two pillows on the bed. When he grabbed it, he saw it as a watch. It was called "timepiece". Very thin and light, the workmanship is meticulous, it looks very expensive - obviously aunt.

What's more, the taste of the watch is very familiar - it is the aroma of the aunt.

Unlike the average male, the aunt has always had a scent, and it doesn't make sense, but it smells good.

It is no wonder that when I slept, I always felt that Auntie was around. It turned out that he put this watch over.

The finger trembled a little, and he gently placed the watch in place and then got up.

The living aunt in the garden has been completely disposed of. He has checked it before. There is really no need to reorganize it. The clothes that have been dried outside are collected and folded.

The process of stacking clothes was relayed and found a hole in the black egg trousers. The place where the back of the prince’s blouse was also damaged was broken. After the sorrow, the position of the hole was sewed, and his own activity was small, and he usually wore clothes. Also cherish, so there is nothing on his clothes.

However, there was actually a torn hole on the aunt's shirt. The crack was not big, neat and fresh. It is estimated that his strength in **** was too great.

I didn't think much, and I also stitched it with needlework.

Although the same color of needlework was used, but the traces of sewing were left in the end. I didn't think too much about whether the other party would wear a piece of stitched clothes. He then found a new problem:

Then he and Aye and the black egg clothes are very good to say that the aunt is not very good.

Although he was very careful when cleaning up, there were some wrinkles on the washed clothes.

There is no such thing as an iron in this house - he and the aunt and the black egg's pants are not necessary. But Aunt’s clothes were obviously needed. I thought about it. After I went to burn a pot of hot water, I found a flat place to put the aunt’s clothes on, and then he carefully sprayed some hot water. On those clothes, then lay a layer of towel, then put the bottom of the kettle, and move it a little bit carefully. The aunt's clothes were ironed by this simple "bottle iron".

I found a hanger and put the aunt's clothes up, then hung up and saw the clothes. He suddenly had the feeling of seeing the aunt.

Not much to see, he touched the hot water gently, and found that after the temperature was still high, his eyes fell on the black pants.

With a slight tick on the corner of his mouth, he simply ironed the small pants of the black egg in the same way.

The soft trousers immediately straightened up and looked at it... coughing, very happy.

The clothes were quickly finished, and the water in the hot water was not wasted. He found a teapot and took a cup to find out the "barley tea" he had previously cooked with local grains. He soaked himself for himself. Pot of tea.

Then he took the tea set and went to the study room upstairs.

Before they came back, they decided to let themselves relax for a while: he had to read a book for a while.

There are a lot of books left in this study, and it is very complicated. After looking for it on the bookshelf, and looking for it, his sight suddenly fell on a thin book at the top.

The name of the book is: "Talking about Architecture - Making Magic Base"

A familiar word suddenly turned into a text appearing in front of the joyful eyes. After the beginning of the joy, there was no connection between the two, but he intuitively took the book and licked the dust above him. Take the book down, then sit down at the desk in front of the window and slowly open the page.

The magic base is something completely different from the foundation.

It is similar to the practice of the ancient Chinese people who like to place the town house stone beast at the door, or to put the animal beast on the ridge as a guardian. The magic objects here also have the habit of using the article to "stay" when building a house.

Their approach is even more ferocious: they are not carved with stone or wood, they use the body of Warcraft or the monster.

Kill the living World of Warcraft or the magical creatures, and sink the other's body into the ground through some ceremonies. The "breath" of these Warcraft or the magical creatures will be preserved. The more powerful the "smoke" left by the Warcraft or the monsters, the more Powerful and long-lasting, these "breath" will form a "shield" like a living creature or the "breath" of Warcraft. The monster or Warcraft is very sensitive to this "shield". They will instinctively compare their breath. With the protective cover attached to the breath is weak and weak, a powerful "magic base" is enough to bring the feeling of oppression around the magic or Warcraft horror as if it were alive.

This is more useful than any lock. There is a powerful magic base house. Even if it is uninhabited for many years, it is easy to dare to invade before the magic base disappears.

This book also talks about some common magic bases.

However, the examples are all of Warcraft, and it is still a minority that really uses magic to make magic bases.

Here, as long as you build a house, you must choose a Warcraft to be a magic base, which is almost as important as the foundation, so -

Here, all the houses are buried with a Warcraft or a monster.

If it is a second-hand house, there is a good magic base house price can certainly sell a better price.

If it is a land, the price of the land that has been buried in a powerful monster or World of Warcraft will be higher, because the land itself will contain some breath.

To understand from another angle, there is actually a corpse under each house here. The price of a house that has died of Warcraft or a monster is high, and the cemetery is better sold.

In a word: the murderous home is worth the money.

Following the joy: =-= The exact rules of the place where I lived before.

However, the process of making the magic base is actually very ferocious. The magic things used as the magic base or the World of Warcraft are often murdered, because the hatred and pain left by the murder can make their breath reach the strongest. The atmosphere is full of suffocating and the most violent.

Then there is the magic that has become a magic base or Warcraft.

With a strong "guardian" **, their breath is often stronger than the other.

Unfortunately, this is very rare.

The magic here is believed to be a reincarnation. They firmly believe that after they die, there will be new magical creatures. These monsters may be low-level, perhaps without consciousness, but they may be another way of being. When the time is ripe, or because of the circumstances, they will be "reborn" in this way.

The magic that becomes the "magic base" cannot be reborn.

Their magic and even the soul are fixed under a house, and they must not be super-born forever.

After watching it, I am a little bit fascinated.

His attention has been focused on the pages of the book, and the previously prepared barley tea has forgotten to drink until the page under his finger has turned to the last page, thinking of the big dream in the dream that "made me the magic base of the town house." , show you home, give you a nursing home..." The red-haired monster, he stunned.

He thought of the aunt again.

Should they be friends?

After the joy, I also thought of the legend that Auntie said about the millennium.

Perhaps the red-haired monster was not intentional, but he should have hurt the aunt, even if he was not intentional.

Perhaps the conditions for the millennium to not bloom are not from the "innocence" of the traitor, but from the "forgiveness" of the betrayed?

After the release of the book in his hand, put it back in place, he left the study room with a teapot and a teacup.

Ah Ye did not return long after this. He and Najib had a good harvest. The harvest of the little gray devil was a little worse. He was more interested in water, spent more time washing clothes and storing water, and the prey did not get too many.

The least harvested was Abu. He was called away by a phone call. The things he had previously hunted were still brought back by Tonaji.

After checking the prey brought back by Aye, I decided to make a sumptuous dinner.

During the cooking process, he received a phone call from Abu, and Abu confessed to the inexplicable thing. He continued to cook after the face, and then long after he received the phone call from the aunt, he made a set according to the request of the other party. Not long after the pickles came out, he suddenly looked at the door.

Sure enough -

It was the aunt and the black egg that came back.

"You go to the extravagant area?" Ji Huan still asked.

When he asked this sentence, Auntie was eating pickles. He not only ate himself, but also fed black eggs.

God knows that black eggs don't like pickles at the most, but when the aunts handed the dishes to his mouth, the black eggs still succumbed and opened their mouths.

When I saw it, I continued to move the plate of the few things that I wouldn’t like the most black eggs to the front of the aunt.

Aunt just glanced at him slightly, then he took the initiative to clip the dishes and fed the black eggs.

"Go." Auntie.

"Who told you? I guess... is that tall monster?" He was very clever, and immediately guessed the informant through the location.

"It’s Abu..." Concealing is useless, and it’s been admitted with joy, but —

"He thought it was me who passed, knowing that you didn't say anything, just-"

"What is it?" Auntie seems to be very interested in the phone content of Ji Huan and Abu, and continues to ask.

"He reminded me to call you back later." This sentence, Ji Huan said with his eyes closed.

"Oh." Auntie smiled. He glanced at the young man with his throat. He said, "I didn't have to wait long before I left. It was just taking the black egg and sitting in the elevator inside. I also saw it. Fireworks, it’s your friend’s nothing to go to that place, it’s a bit messy, don’t go.”

"He also left very quickly."

The shofar monster looks at the grandson who has been head down, and looks at the black-haired monster holding his grandson to feed. He always feels that something is wrong, but -

Grabbing the head, his old man did not think much.

This night, the black egg did not bathe. He also had the smell of fragrant massage oil. The little monster said that he wanted this taste to stay for a while. The aunt was washed. When he came out, he had already taken it. His change of clothes is ready, including his shirt jacket.

He has never worn this rainy clothes for the second time, however -

He saw a "蜈蚣" that suddenly appeared on the shirt.

The traces of the patchwork, although the joy has been made to make it not obvious, but under the vision of the magic object, the traces of the patchwork are invisible.

Touching the trace, he suddenly bowed his head and sniffed.

Then the shirt was re-hung up, and a very youthful dress was turned over from the wardrobe. He was lying on the other's bed.

When the shower came out, the black hair monster had fallen asleep with the little magic.