Hello everyone, I am an ordinary boy and the protagonist of this story.
But the handsome, aristocratic and snarky man in front of me, who was said to be a distinguished guest by the village chief, ruined my upcoming happy life.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I have a way to revive her." He smiled flatteringly at me. I had to put down the kitchen knife.
"Mo Li, come on, this kitchen is on fire, your things are so intolerant of high temperatures!" The cute idiot Nine-tailed Fox Mo Xiaoyang shouted from a distance. If you sprinkle oil everywhere in the kitchen and start a fire, whose kitchen won't catch fire? !
There is also a charming young man who looks at all this with cold eyes, is silent, oh no, talks little.
In order to collect stories, fill the soul bottle, summon the gods, and resurrect Lan Mo. The four of us started living together.
Peach trees, peonies, hamsters, what are the stories of these little monsters who come to tell stories? Step by step, a shocking conspiracy gradually emerged. What are the true identities of the four of us? How should all this catastrophe end? My choice?
This article is heart-warming, full of enthusiasm, complaints, slapstick, and healing.
If you like monsters, please don't be careless and enter the trap~