Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Regarding the situation she is currently facing, Lin Lin’s first reaction is to dream or have auditory hallucinations—

After all, angels are so introverted and shy. They especially hate physical contact with others, and inviting her to touch her wings is a fantasy no matter how she thinks it.

The dazzling lights in the elevator made everything clear. She blinked blankly and watched the crimson mist spread to most of the blond youth's face.

The angel hurriedly looked away and stopped looking at her.

Although he looked calm, his heart was full of panic and shyness, and his thoughts flooded his mind uncontrollably.

Maybe when I saw Xiaoyao Ren stroking his wings not long ago, Lin Hao's eyes lit up because he was passionate; maybe she was not interested in feathers from start to finish, and even sniffed at his scarred body; or...

These strange thoughts hadn't been digested yet, and the angel suddenly noticed a movement of the long-solidified air beside him.

The little girl seemed to be a little nervous, but her tone was more novel and joyful, and she filled the small space with a smile: "Then I will... start."

After seeing the other party nodding quietly, Lin Lin slowly stretched out her hand forward.

She hadn't touched the angel's wings yet, just feeling the breeze brought up by Lin Concubine's movements was enough to make the young man tense and stiff.

When my fingertips touched the wings, the first thing I felt was a gentle heat. This temperature is not too hot or cold, and it is gentle like a slight morning light in a spring day. It gradually penetrates the palms, arms and shoulders along the fingertips, and finally reaches every blood vessel in the body, making the whole person feel warm. .

The feathers of ordinary birds are completely different from the hairs of cats, dogs and foxes. The latter feels like a giant dandelion, round and soft, and can be rubbed down without hindrance; the former has a very smooth touch and adheres to it docilely. physically.

The wings of angel wings are much softer than birds.

With feather stem as the main body, the branched transparent twigs are soft and slender. The white feathers growing on it are smooth and clean, and feel very good; the cotton-like fluff is very thick and firmly gathered on the feather branches, which looks like Balls of hair hanging on the trunk.

Oh hoo.

It's like putting your fingers on the soft duvet, or the kind with its own heating.

Concubine Lin's heart was crossed, and she directly placed her entire palm on her wings.

The soft and comfortable touch instantly envelops the palm of her hand, and the small fluff on the main feather brushes every line between her palms, reminding her of the slightly swaying catkins.

Soft and itchy.

Although the wings behind the young man seemed to be unattainable and holy, as long as they were touched carefully, they could perceive how light and lovely the soft white feathers were.

She couldn't help thinking, every time in the middle of the night, the angel would sleep in the big furry wings and enter a dream in the warm and comfortable plush ball.

How happy it must be.

Concubine Lin looked up at the blond young man who was close at hand while thinking wildly.

He was still very restrained, and his calm eyes faintly reflected a little light, with a little hope and desire, and looked like a little pet who expected to be praised very much.

Who can stand this.

Concubine Lin told him very seriously: "Very comfortable."

After a pause, he added: "I like it very much."

The heat that enveloped the whole body became more intense because of these short seven words. The angel slowed his breathing, and his voice was much quieter: "Then I'm leaving, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the button to open the door, and after politely facing Lin Hao, he almost fled out of the elevator.

Lin Yan stood alone in this small space and glanced at her right hand dumbly.

So... the angel came here to talk, really just to make her touch her wings?

-Does the angel race also need to be slapped?

If this is the case, she should touch it a little longer.

Even though she had been familiar with the confined space for a long time, when Lin Yu took the elevator to the sixth floor underground, she was still frustrated by the suppressed and gloomy atmosphere.

It is strange to say that although Chi Yu has the right to go to the living area, the room is still on this floor, and there is almost no precedent for it in the asylum.

As for him being allowed to go to Europe to bring back the undead knight, that matter is even more bizarre.

Following the memory, she walked to the familiar room and was about to unlock the door. Suddenly she heard a soft click and the iron door was opened from the house.

It was not Chi Yu who ran into her head-on, but a senior researcher in a white coat.

The other party actually recognized Concubine Lin's identity at a glance, and smiled at her slightly: "Hello, Captain Lin. I am the researcher in charge of Chi Yu, Xu Zimo-are you looking for him again?"

He used the word "again".

Lin Yan frowned slightly. The corridor on the 6th floor of the basement was full of surveillance. In addition, the researcher must be fully responsible for the bound object. She would be noticed running to this room every other time, which was very normal.

"Hello there."

The smell of blood continuously overflowed from the room. She moved her gaze over the man into the room and saw the young man lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed: "What happened to him?"

"The illness has relapsed and I am now asleep." The elegant-looking middle-aged man sighed, "Don't worry, the child has a strong self-healing ability, even if he is fatally injured, he can recover on his own."

Hearing that he had fallen asleep, Lin Lin took a few steps back and stood in the aisle, deliberately lowering his voice: "What the **** is going on with him? When we were on the task together, Chi Yu also behaved very wrongly."

The other party spoke with a warm voice, and answered without hesitation: "The child is lurking with power that is not human, because he can't bear such a heavy burden, and his body is often torn apart by uncontrolled forces."

Her heart sank: "...tear?"

"Yes." Xu Zimo looked at her meaningfully, with a somewhat complicated expression for unknown reasons. He seemed to be looking forward to how the little girl in front of him would react to this, "The internal organs are broken, the skin is cracked, **** mouth, and bones are shattered. Transformation, most of the time, you will lose all vital signs, but because of the blessing of that power, you will not die even then, you can only wait for the wound to heal on its own, falling into a dead cycle of near death and rebirth.

Lin Concubine was stunned.

She only knew that Chi Yu was often injured inexplicably, but she never expected that the situation would be so serious.

He must have been very uncomfortable when he became ill in the castle, but he tried desperately to pretend to be irrelevant, but leaned against the wall quietly and silently without making a sound.

"He..." She hesitated a little, and finally couldn't restrain her curiosity. "As a human being, why did he have such an abnormality in his body?"

The air that had almost stagnated before suddenly stood still, Xu Zimo looked at her indifferently, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, the reason for this is confidential information, I can't tell you."

He thought for a while, and continued in a polite and gentle tone: "The only information that can be revealed is that the child is very dangerous. If you can, I hope you can try not to contact him. Allowing him to go to Europe to bring the undead knight back is a containment. A compelling choice. He is like an unstable bomb/bomb. When it bursts, it will not only hurt itself, but also the people around him—I think you should have heard that when he first came to the asylum, it caused a scene. The massacre, right?"

Concubine Lin did not speak, but nodded obediently.

"When the power bursts, Chi Yu finds it difficult to control his own reason, so he will do something... that he himself does not want." He fixedly stared at the expression of the little girl in front of him, his eyes under the lens were dull, "Although he is already I can control this well, but I'm not sure when there will be an accident-Captain Lin, even you, there is no way to survive in such a terrible hell."

Lin Yu: Oh.

Lin Lin: "I think your idea is wrong."

Xu Zimo smiled faintly: "Why is it wrong?"

"For example, if a student always fails the exam, teachers and classmates don't like him."

She looked straight into the other person’s eyes without any scruples, and was confident: “Suddenly he worked hard and studied hard, his grades got better and better, and his test scores got higher and higher. The students must be very happy in their hearts and want to get more from others. I agree, but the teacher dismissed him because of his previous poor grades, and his classmates were unwilling to accept him. That way, how sad the child would be."

Concubine Lin compares Chi Yu to that student.

Hearing what she said, this little monster that made countless researchers frightened seemed a bit pitiful—probably only she would think so. After all, life is a matter of life, and no one wants to stay by the timed bomb/bomb.

But having said that, given the relationship between the two, he doesn't seem to have a reason to intervene.

Xu Zimo didn't know her, and smiled and gently turned his body: "Then I won't disturb the two of you, please come in."

Lin Ma was satisfied and gave him a wrapped white jade roll before leaving.

Although the room where Chi Yu lived was carefully cleaned, the smell of blood still persisted, like an invisible ghost permeating every corner. The pitiful furnishings are laid out in an orderly manner, and the white walls are cold and wide, which makes the entire space empty and lifeless.

The young man lying on the bed was pale as paper, and he looked like a dead body when he was motionless. But at any rate, sleep more or less reduced his hostility, and his eyes, which were either cold or full of sneers, closed together obediently, and could not see a trace of killing intent.

Seeing that Chi Yu was already asleep, she planned to leave the dessert on her own.

Lin Yan's footsteps were very light, almost blending with the quiet air. Before she put the double skin milk and small desserts on the table, she was attracted by a notebook placed on the table.

The notebook showed a state of being opened, like a student taking notes seriously, filled with dense handwriting in neat and beautiful italics.

Lin Hao had good eyesight, but with a glance, she could clearly see the content on the page.

[Do you know the difference between you and the stars? The stars light up the night, and you light up my heart. 】

[Recently, there are rumors that I like you, I want to clarify, that is not a rumor. 】

[All the landscapes you have seen are not related to me, and all the landscapes I have seen are related to you. 】

[I am nine and you are three, except you are still you. 】

Lin Concubine:?

Concubine Lin was shocked.

According to Chi Yu’s solitary and surly character, she wouldn’t be surprised even if this booklet is "Death Note" in which no one's name is written, but she never expected that it was all Mr. Devil's earthy taste. Love words.

Lu Yuan did tell her that only Chi Yu in the entire shelter would listen carefully to his native love story. At that time, she only thought this person was bubbling, but she didn't expect that Chi Yu not only listened to them completely, but also wrote them down in regular fonts.

He is so obedient and serious that he doesn't fit in with him.

Imagine the inspiring scene of that little broken boy who usually speaks coldly and is dragged to the sky obediently lying at the table and lighting up the night battle, just to write down every word of earthy love, it is really—

too! earth! Up!

When the big demon that everyone was afraid of even had such a girlish heart, Lin Hao couldn't help but smiled silently while pressing the corners of her lips.

As if in response to her laugh, a rustling sound suddenly came from behind, and at the same time, the figure flashed before her.

Chi Yu appeared beside her with a pale face, holding down the notebook. The dark broken hair blocked the rush of red tide at the roots of the ears, and the bloodshot eyes of the boy spread rapidly, and his tone was cold like ice: "What are you doing?"

Lin Yu's smile did not stop, even the tone of her speech was light and melodious, and she conjured two cans of double skin milk, packaged almond tofu and white jade rolls from her shoulder bag: "Caring for the empty nest old man, there is Is it a problem?"

The author has something to say:

There is a chapter behind! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks for the little angels who cast [land mines]: 4 on the seventh day of July; 2 by Ye Zhimu; 1 on the Buddha;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Hanaori loves 20 bottles; why not 12 bottles of milk tea; 13 bottles of lazy bugs and 10 bottles of colorless; 5 bottles of Xianqi and Si; 1 bottle of Su Xiao and Wu Runliang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!