Summer is coming, and the banquet time is coming in the blink of an eye. No matter how you get the invitation, you monsters can't help but start to look forward to it, looking forward to the invitation that starts to glow with hazy light in your hands. () A banquet that only happens once every ten years is indeed worth the anticipation of all monsters. Especially for the spirits who have not yet become monsters, as long as they participate in the monster banquet, they can save decades of hard training.
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On June 3rd, the clouds were thick and dark, making people feel a little gloomy.
A burst of gentle music sounded from the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Wutong College. School was over, and the day's schoolwork was finally over. After the teacher left the classroom, Aoba hugged him softly on the pile of books, squinting slightly.
"Qingye Qingye, aren't you going back today?"
¡°It¡¯s okay, I still have evening self-study in the evening, so I have no motivation to go back.¡±
"Hehe, I knew it. How about we go there together? There is a comic exhibition happening in the gym next to it. I heard there are many handsome guys playing cosplay there, let's go together~"
"No, I don't want to move at all" Qingye was still leaning on the book, looking listless. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at Xia Xue's annoyed look: "Xia Xue, hurry up Come back and bring me a piece of bread, I'll take a nap first"
"It's boring. Qingye is just too unsociable." Although he had known the reaction of his deskmate for a long time, Xia Xue was still disappointed Although the two have been deskmates for two semesters, apart from class time, The number of times the two of them go shopping together is really pitiful.
"It's snowing, bread~" Aoba still closed his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I remember, there is still milk, right~"
¡°niec~¡±
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Like the snow, the students in the class also gathered in groups and rushed to the gymnasium early to watch the comic show.
After everyone left, Qingye stretched out her finger, and a ray of cyan light flowed from her heart, like a living light, lingering on her index finger. Qingye brought his index finger to his mouth and exhaled softly. The green light seemed to be protesting, like the stars in the summer sky, shining with charming luster.
Under this green light, new shoots slowly sprouted from the wooden table.
"Oh, my, this is not the place where you grew up." Qingye's index finger passed through the root of the newly grown sapling, and she pinched the sapling in her hand. Looking around, she left the classroom and thought that there was no one around. Walk to the old playground.
At this moment, the sycamore tree in the center of the old playground has long been replaced by a new one, which is more than ten meters high.
Within a few minutes of walking from the classroom to the old playground, the new sapling in Qingye's hand had already grown a long and thin root system, wrapping around her index finger, wrapping around her tightly, as if she wanted to grow the root system into her. Her body absorbed the infinite vitality.
"This can't be done. I have a guest here. You have to grow up on your own." She picked off the sapling wrapped around her index finger, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and placed it in an open space next to the old playground. I dug a small hole, planted the saplings in it, and then covered it with soil.
After the sapling left her, its branches trembled, and the new leaves fell listlessly, as if they were reluctant to part with the boundless vitality that gave birth to them.
"Good boy, good boy," Qingye thought for a moment, then dropped a drop of light blue blood from the tip of his index finger, and landed on the new leaf. Watching the young saplings rolled up with leaves like treasures and tucked into the branches, the green leaves smiled faintly. Watching more leaves growing from the new branches, swaying in the breeze, the new leaves seemed to be cheering, congratulating themselves. new life. .
Not at any time, a figure wearing an inappropriate robe with an unclear face walked into the old playground.
It came to the new sycamore tree and looked at it quietly, as if it could see the pain of the child being cut off at the waist. There seems to be a faint sadness around it.
It saw the figure of that person in the past picture, maybe this is the good luck of the friend.
It came behind Qingye and asked softly: "Lovely Miss Wutong, are you interested in attending a banquet?"
"Wutong?"
"Well, it is with you like yin and yang. At this moment, you are like a coin named Wutong Monster, but it has flipped from the yin side to the yang side. In my eyes, you are the Wutong Monster."
"Are you a monster too?"
"¡¡yes,"
"Is he his friend?"
¡°Friends, maybe it doesn¡¯t count.¡±
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¡°Don¡¯t be surprised, when I planted it, it was just a very small plant.The ordinary saplings are just like the saplings you plant now. You know, maybe you're doing what I did right now. Thousands of years later, the sapling you planted will also open the door to spiritual wisdom and give birth to elves"
Qingye stroked the sapling, looking a little distracted: "Is it really okay?"
"Who knows, the future has never been determined, but it has already made a very good start." The man in the untimely robe smiled so freely. What will the future be like? Whether the sycamore tree he planted will live or die, the green Whether the sapling planted by Ye Ye is alive or dead, it doesn't matter whether it is alive or dead. Everything can't leave a mark in its heart, and it can't be considered too important.
"My lovely Miss Wutong, do you want to attend a banquet for monsters? This is an interesting banquet."
"When?" Qingye lowered his head and thought for a while.
She did not refuse, the world of monsters, the banquet of monsters.
Since it was this person who invited me, then he would definitely not hurt himself.
"It's just in the evening. If you want to participate, you won't have time for evening self-study." The man laughed softly.
"it does not matter."
"Well, I wish you have a good time." As soon as the words fell, the man in the inappropriate robe disappeared in Aoba's eyes, whether it was from a human's perspective or a monster's perspective, it disappeared.
Only a black invitation floated down from the air and landed in Qingye's hand.
On a normal piece of card, the dark background makes it difficult to tell what material it is made of.
In her eyes, on the card that should have been completely dark, there were clearly two gilded characters printed on it: Demon Banquet
The small words in the lower right corner are: Inviting the lovely Miss Wutong.
"Really, you haven't told me where the banquet will be held or how to get there"
Looking at the invitation in his hand, Qingye looked over it several times. He was very sure that there was no address on the black card. It's too embarrassing, or rather, actually
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In the early morning, Chu Xiaoyan got up early and had breakfast.
Since she came, Xiaowu has had fewer opportunities to make breakfast by herself. . .
"Welcome to the morning news, this is Xinmao. Today's first article is a report sent back by our special reporter from a suburban town. Everyone believes in gods and prays. In the mountains of this ancient town, there is a temple with a long history. The temple, since the beginning of this year, legends about it have been circulating in the town"
"Today the Meteorological Observatory issued a high temperature orange alert. It is expected that the weather will be mainly high temperature and sunny weather in the near future. Everyone must make necessary preparations to escape the heat when going out. It is expected that Fenghua City will have heavy rain starting next week. Xinmao, like everyone, hopes this A heavy rain is coming soon, it¡¯s really too hot"
While eating a simple breakfast, the increasingly familiar morning news came to my ears.
"Smile."
"Um?"
¡°I¡¯m going out today, can I ask you to look after the store?¡±
"Okaywhen will Xiaowu leave?"
"I'm not in a hurry, let's do it tonight." Xiaowu explained softly, then stopped for a moment, carefully paying attention to Xiaoyan's expression, and asked timidly: "Xiaoyan, do you want to come together?"
¡°¡doesn¡¯t read;¡± After staring at Xiaowu for a while, the smile finally let her go.
"Xiaoyan, the omelette is delicious!" Xiaowu said after being silent for a while, after thinking for a long time.
"Even if you say so, I won't give it to you!"
¡Sure enough, I still care. .
Usually when I say this, Xiaoyan will give her half of his omelette. . .
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Walk three hundred meters to the left from the entrance of Fengsan Middle School, turn into an alley in the direction of the traffic lights, go forward dozens of steps, and then turn a corner. A small courtyard stands there, like an old man immersed in the past. Although the courtyard is not shabby, it has an air of twilight.
Zhou Yu closed the door early that day, and she sat on the corridor of the small courtyard.
The day was a little hot, so she held an old cattail leaf fan and leaned gently against the doorrail.
Are you looking forward to the banquet?
maybe.
You should be happy when the banquet is approaching. As long as you participate in the banquet, you will soon become a real monster. You will no longer have to worry about the wishes of others and live according to your own wishes That should be the case.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but she always feels that there are some very important things that she hasn¡¯t noticed
Pick three or four dates and taste them in small sips.
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ps: We have finished writing about the guests at the banquet in Fenghua City. Which of these people and stories do you like?
??A man-made paradise; a shop filled with the fragrance of flowers; the years have passed; where the cat lives, the rat lives; or will the dead tree bloom in spring?
? The article that Nanhua is most satisfied with, loves, and is proud of is the small shop filled with the fragrance of flowers.