Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Sanriyue Qingkong looked at him in a daze.

What the hell are you doing?

"It's like this!" Kamito Kawasami took back the hammer in her hand first, and then said lightly: "I killed a monster last night, and the monster had five eyes and a mouse's head. What is the five-eyed rat man?"

When she heard the name Wumushuren, Sanriyue Qingkong's eyes widened in an instant, and a terrifying emotion and aura rose from her body.

"I killed it."

Kotegawa Kamimi repeated it, which brought back the girl's rationality.

"You killed it?" Sanriyue's voice trembled.

"That's right, I killed it and got its soul essence."

He spread his palms, and the crystal clear pendant and the vivid milky white five-eyed ratman inside appeared in front of Sanriyue Qingkong.

Sanriyue Qingkong held her breath all of a sudden, her eyes were red.

The scene three years ago would appear in her dreams every day and every night, and she remembered the appearance of the five-eyed rat man better than anyone else.

Guate Chuan put the hammer in her hand again, and said softly: "When you get home, go to the ashes of your parents and smash them into pieces, so that they will die completely."

Chapter 3 You Can't Grasp Simple Happiness (18/[-])

The night in the early morning was as thick as ink, and the hazy starlight had long since disappeared. It must have been windy and a bit cold, so we collectively exchanged 40D socks for Huaishan? 80D cotton socks.

Kotegawa Kamimi withdrew his gaze from the dark clouds in the sky, turned the girl on his back slightly upside down, and continued walking on the remote streets in the northern district.

The girl leaned on his shoulders, her cheeks sideways, her slender and thick eyelashes trembling from time to time, her childish cheeks were criss-crossed with tears, and one hand around her neck was still holding the hammer tightly.

About three, no, four hours ago.

She poured out the hatred that she had suppressed for more than three years on the pendant.

In the bean-sized teardrops, hammer after hammer smashed the resin together with the essence into finer powder than sand.

She hated the five-eyed rat man, and she couldn't wait for a second.

She couldn't hold back until the wind blew up and swept away most of the debris on the ground, her shoulders shook violently, and she burst into tears.

There was not much joy of revenge in the crying, but there was bottomless sadness and countless longings.

...is heart-stopping.

Furutekawa let out a sigh, stepped up the steps, walked to the door of Mikazuki's house on the second floor of the apartment, squatted down, and wanted to put her down.

"Go to bed early, you will have a good dream tonight."

But Sanriyue Qingkong didn't let go, and hugged his neck tightly, and a soft voice sounded: "The key is in the schoolbag."

Furutekawa hesitated for a moment, stood up again, supported her with one hand, and unzipped the schoolbag around his neck with the other hand, groped inside for a while, and took out a bunch of keys.

He handed over the key: "Which one is it?"

"biggest."

Furutegawa Shinmi opened the door with the key, looked around the dark room, and turned on the indoor light.

This is the first time he has entered Sanriyue's house. Before, it was only delivered downstairs, and the most recent one was only delivered to the door like just now.

The light was a little dazzling, Furutegawa Shinmi turned around, sat down on the porch, and put the sword bag in his hand by the door.

This time, Mikazuki Qingkong let go of her hand, leaned against Furute Kamimi, took off her shoes, and put them in the shoe cabinet.

Feeling the warmth behind him, Furutegawa Kammi hesitated.

It seems that she doesn't talk much about leaving now, maybe she needs someone to accompany her like this now?

He sat motionless, acting as an armchair.

"It's cold, close the door."

Furutegawa Shinmi got up and closed the door.

The door is a security door, which locks when closed.

He looked at it and wondered if it would be better to open a small slit?

Sanriyue Qingkong behind her was rummaging through the shoe cabinet. She found the largest pair of ladies' indoor shoes and put them under the steps of the entrance.

"It's good, you can wear it at once."

Furutekawa looked down at his size 37 indoor shoes on the ground, then at his size 43 feet, and said silently, "I'll be barefoot."

Sanriyue Qingkong looked away from his feet, got up and entered the room that was both a living room and a bedroom.

Furutekawa Kamimi took off his shoes and followed him inside.

The room is small, less than twenty square meters, with a wardrobe, a small single bed, a carpet, and a small square table for studying and eating.

Almost like his bedroom.

But the most eye-catching place in the room is a small Buddhist altar made of a table.

There are flowers and bronzes on the altar.

A large photo of the three of them stood in the middle, blocking the two columbariums.

The picture shows a happy family.

San Riyue knelt in front of the table, folded her hands together: "I'm back."

Furutegawa Kamijian walked over, greeted silently, and silently said in his heart that he is not a bad person.

Sanriyue Qingkong looked back at him: "Please sit down wherever you want."

She got up and went into the next room.

Furutegawa Shinmi hung her schoolbag on the hanger, then crossed her legs and sat down at the small round table.

A few minutes later, Sanriyue Qingkong came out, and her red and swollen eyelids healed a little. She sat down beside him without looking at him, leaning her head slightly on his body.

Furutegawa Kamimi remained motionless, honestly acting as a pillow.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The hands of the clock on the wall turned round and round, Furutekawa woke up from his doze when his head fell.

He squeezed his eyes, shook his head slightly to wake up his brain, and looked up at the time...it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Next to him, Sanriyue Qingkong curled up like a kitten, lying on his side next to him.

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep like this..." He stretched out his hand and shook her.

Sanriyue Qingkong frowned tightly, as if he hadn't had a good dream as he said.

Seeing that Furutekawa was scratching his head, he got up and bent down to rub his legs, then picked up Mikazuki Qingkong, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt again.

Looking at her sleeping face, he stretched out an index finger and rubbed back and forth between her brows, helping her to open the frowning brows, stretched at last, turned around and prepared to leave.

A warm little hand suddenly grabbed him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and met a pair of black and bright eyes.

"Are you awake? I, I should go."

The girl didn't let go, but shrank back inside, and patted the empty half of the bed again.

Seeing that his mouth was a little dry, Furutekawa swallowed, then shook his head vigorously, throwing the crooked thoughts out of the blue.

"She just wants someone to stay with her now..."

Furutegawa Kamimi lay down on his side, carefully, for fear of accidentally crushing the bed or tilting the other side up.

Sanriyue Qingkong's warm breath hit his face, it was hot, itchy, and had a nice smell.

Furutegawa Shinmi didn't know how to describe it.

Sanriyue didn't let go of his hand.

The single bed was so small that two people were almost stuck together.

... all in all bad.

Furute Chuan Shenjian lay motionless, looking at the bed above his head, while silently reciting the Qingjing Sutra.

Knowing in the heart and knowing with the body are two different things.

He is now using reason to overcome instinct.

Sanriyue Qingkong got closer, buried her face in his arms, and said sullenly: "I want to rent a room, I need to bring a bigger bed, I need a wardrobe, the monthly rent cannot exceed [-] yen, water, electricity and gas How much should be."

Guate Chuan was stunned, and subconsciously said: "As the first customer to stay in this store, you can enjoy half-permanent rent reduction, free water, electricity and gas, as well as the right to use all home appliances in the house, and say 'morning' every day. Good' to offset rent benefits."

"...Then I won't rent it anymore."

"rent!"

Furutekawa Kamimi took her hand lightly.

"Once the store makes a request, it will not be refunded."

"Unreasonable!"

"Of course, being unreasonable is our service tenet."

Sanriyue Qingkong looked at his face seriously, hesitated, and timidly and clumsily kissed his lips.

"Then, exchange first kisses."

Seeing that his face was on fire, Furutegawa stretched his hand forward uncontrollably, but just touched that simple happiness, and kicked him off the bed.

"You, you should go back!"

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On Saturday morning, Furutegawa Shinmi woke up from meditation, got up and stretched his legs and feet, opened the window by the way, and took a breath of moisture from the rainy day with a refreshed expression.

It's raining.