Seven Monsters in the City

As a modern urban youth, Yangfan is a third-rate novel writer. On a whim, I decided to raise a pot of flowers to cultivate my sentiments. The writer is always very romantic, but also lazy. He doesn't know what kind of flowers to raise. Flowers that flow from iron pots. Finally, he bought a Lingxiao flower in front of a Taoist temple and raised it. Lingxiao flowers thrived in my small courtyard, crawling all over it until late one night when I was typing on the Shenchuan notebook whose keyboard had faded after years of use. I was drowsily making tea that didn't taste like tea. I felt like there was lightning and thunder outside and it was about to rain. I closed the windows and the thunderstorm came as expected, until I saw a pair of pink feet appearing on the sofa in my house. A girl wearing an orange dress broke into my life. I cautiously picked up my laptop as a brick to protect myself, as a staunch materialist and atheist. "Fox Fairy, spare your life!" I looked at the girl in front of me with countless vines sprouting from her body. The young girl said coquettishly: "You are the fox demon, and I am the flower in the sky." I "..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.