Cooking in the Monster Shelter

In the current human cognitive system, although the existence of supernatural beings has been widely accepted by the public, most people still tend to believe in atheism.

Ghosts are phantoms produced by brain wave resonance. Werewolves originate from genetic mutations, and the recorded "angels" are mutants with white wings.

The angels live on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and their personality is notoriously cold and arrogant. The word "master" was slowly pronounced in his meek and humble tone, full of a strong sense of disharmony.

The twilight was quiet, and the dying sunset did not illuminate the secret room, but the dim light made the atmosphere more ambiguous.

What a shame.

Chen Beici exclaimed "Oh Huo", and his tone was a bit of a leisurely watch: "Is this domesticated by the club owner? I forgot to tell you that, according to the enthusiastic citizen who called the hotline, the angel was When I found it, I seemed to have lost my memory and couldn't remember anything. And this underground club is the kind that is difficult to distinguish, so...you know."

Sorry, she didn't want to understand at all.

Without waiting for Lin Lin to reply, Chen Beici yawned again: "Jiang Gan will meet you downstairs in five minutes. My mission is complete, so go to bed first, bye."

He said to leave, cut off the communication without hesitation, he deserved to be a man who added all his skill points to his sleep.

Lin Ma helplessly took off the headset and took out the flashlight from the backpack.

The bright and dazzling light instantly filled the entire chamber like a tide, and the first to be illuminated by the light was a pair of eye-catching snow-white wings.

They were born with graceful shapes, and their wings stretched wantonly in a streamlined arc, fainting dreamlike white glows under the flashlight. The only fly in the ointment is that the wings are covered with scary red marks, and the feathers are obviously torn by people rudely, and they are half-dangling messy and weakly.

Perhaps for a long time, he will not be able to fly anymore.

Concubine Lin frowned and turned her attention away from the messy bloodstains.

The short golden hair was reflected by the light with the same bright color as broken gold, and the pure black leather blindfold covered most of his face, except for the tall and delicate bridge of the nose and the thin red lips.

The tops and trousers are made of cotton and linen, and the thin fabric is almost translucent under strong light, and the white and smooth skin like cow's milk is faintly visible.

The dimly lit room, the man curled up in the corner, and the "master" of unknown meaning.

This was a scene of utter destitution, but the angel's tone and expression were ignorant, like an ignorant child, and the gathered white wings trembled slightly, adding an inviolable sense of holiness.

However, the more pure this sacred is, the more people want to be defiled.

He heard the voice of Concubine Lin and Chen Beici when he was talking, and he shrank Liser and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

Concubine Lin paced closer to him.

Her footsteps are extremely light, and even in the silence around her, she can't hear the slightest noise. When the angel realized that the other party had come to him, the decayed dusty aura around him was arrogantly dissipated by a scent of lemon, and the sound of a strange woman's laughter sounded in his ears.

"I've come to **** you from that'master'."

She paused, and asked with a good temper, "Will you follow me?"

Although Lin Yan was smiling, she couldn't hide the dangerous aura emanating from her whole body. The angels' perception was extremely keen, and the biting chill climbed up his spine.

But her words are gentle and pure, without any scorn or contempt, and her smile is like a light and pulsating light spot.

In his last memory, no one has ever spoken to himself like this. The host’s laughter is always mixed with too much unkind and condescending malice; the guests treat him as an object to play with, and his tone is often rough and cold, which makes people fearful.

If she was taken away...

The angel looked up blankly, and at the same time heard the intruder murmur softly: "No, since it's robbing, there is no need to ask you if you want it."

Before he could react, the black mask in front of him was lifted, and his eyes met the person in the dazzling white light.

-A young human female, with her black hair naturally dangling down because of her half-bent body, like a curly water snake winding over her neck. The peach blossom eyes bend out a crescent-like arc, and are reflected by the bright light.

She laughed casually and her tone was so determined that she couldn't refute: "My name is Lin Ma, I will take you away."

The angel hadn't seen the light for a long time, his eyes couldn't adapt for a while, and he subconsciously narrowed slightly. Lin Yan seemed to understand why the club owner took the risk of being hostile to the shelter and tried his best to **** him away.

After removing the blindfold, the angel finally showed his full face. His appearance tends to be soft, and the angular facial lines greatly demonstrate the sharp and heroic spirit of men, without showing the feminine tenderness in the slightest.

A pair of blue eyes that contained the sky and the sea were gently half-closed, and the pale golden eyelashes covered the mottled silhouette, reminding her of the clouds flowing in the sky. Obviously it is the clear and pure eyes of the lake, but it can easily make people fall into it.

Concubine Lin looked away calmly, took out a strawberry candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, coaxing the child: "Be good, be quiet."

The sweet and sour taste of the candy quickly spreads to the entire mouth, turning into a refreshing stream and flowing to the bottom of my heart. In his limited memory, angels were rarely fed sweets, and the strange taste made him a little trance for a while.

Concubine Lin squatted down with her back to him, held the opponent's wrist around her chest, then supported his thigh with her hand, and straightened up in a bulge. The angel is tall but incredibly light, and it is effortless to carry it on his back.

The person behind her stiffened, and the silky, soft hair stroked the back of her neck, limp and itchy.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "What's your name?"

There was a brief silence in response to her.

The lingering voice was so weak that it was almost whispering, and a warm breath lingered in the ear: "...I don't know."

It seems that he really can't remember anything.

A surveillance camera was installed on the first floor. Lin Yu was unwilling to sprout branches, so she decided to leave through the rope and window just like when she came.

The barbs on the rope clasped firmly on the edge of the window, and she squeezed the rope in her free hand and climbed onto the window sill familiarly.

The angel hadn't seen the scene outside the secret for a long time.

Although his memory was completely lost, he still had the idea of ​​wanting to escape from this place in his mind. However, his surroundings were heavily guarded, and his body was extremely weak. Every time he escaped, he ended in failure. What followed was more cruel punishment.

It was already night, and the wide wilderness on the outskirts was endless, covered with black gauze in the twilight.

He saw the shining crescent moon pouring out his head from the cotton-like black cloud, and it was sprinkled with brilliance; he saw the building blocks-like houses lined up in rows, the lights were shining brightly; he also saw the undulating groups at the end of the sky Mountain, on the other side of the mountain is a wider world.

The world he had never seen before.

The gentle female voice was brought to her ears by the evening breeze: "You have to hurry up."

When the words finished, Lin Lin jumped down from the window on the third floor.

The sudden falling sensation made the heart seem to be hanging in the air, and Xia Ye's blade-like gust of wind slashed his cheeks fiercely, and he subconsciously clung to the intruder's body.

Instinctively, the broken and broken wings behind him splayed against the wind, spreading out a breathtaking whiteness.

From a distance, it seemed as if an angel descended from the sky with a girl in her arms, the moon shadow dripped down like flowing water, and the wings were smudged with bright gleam, as beautiful as a dream.

The length of the rope was accurately measured, and Lin Yu made a definite stop at a distance of half a meter from the ground. She landed lightly and carefully put down the angel behind her.

Like the reservation plan, the unremarkable black car parked in front of them impartially. The window moved down, revealing the calm and handsome face of the young man in the driver's seat.

The Jianggan Special Forces who was in charge of the response was a typical representative who didn't talk harshly. Lin Yu greeted him with a smile, turned sideways to open the car door, and gestured "invite in" to the angel.

"Go in," she said. "It's time to say goodbye to those bastards."

The angel is surprisingly well-behaved. Since getting into the car, he stayed quietly in the back seat without saying a word, occasionally looking out the window with curious eyes.

Looking carefully under the light, Lin Ma realized that his wounds were not only all over the wings, but also the lash marks and bruises covering almost his entire arm, and the neck was also bruised.

Those garbage men really dare to start.

Perceiving her gaze, the angel turned his head slightly.

Some too long broken hair gently covered the eyes, and the light blue eyes without impurities were swaying with gentle waves, like a peaceful lake illuminated by golden sunlight.

Then he blinked, and a shy, docile smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ok... so cute!

The dead girl's heart of the old aunt is resurrected! Such gentleness must be an angel!

Ah no, people are angels.

Concubine Lin, who had a thicker skin than the city wall, was seen as breathing stagnant for the first time, and she moved her head to the other side pretending to be calm.

After the task subject was rescued from the secret room, her work was all completed. After some tossing, Lin Yu was in need of cooking to soothe her body and mind, so she asked Jiang Gan to send herself directly to the nearby shopping mall.

"I have something to leave first. This car will send you to a safe place." Before leaving, she did not forget to say goodbye to the angel, turning her head to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, no one will bully you anymore."

The obedience consciousness that has been tamed for a long time makes him subconsciously respond "OK".

More words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and his pale, bloodless lips opened and closed slowly. The white-winged angel sat in the car without saying a word, carefully following a figure that was fading away.

He thought blankly, maybe he would never see that person again.

After getting off the bus, it was a big purchase. When Lin Lin came to the asylum with a lot of ingredients, it was almost nine o'clock in the night.

"Lady Lin! You are finally here!"

As soon as he got off the elevator, Dracula rushed up with a red popsicle in his mouth: "We have been waiting for you for a long time! What to eat today?"

Lingxi snorted coldly while sitting on the bench, "Only you are waiting."

"Who is the guy who has stayed here since noon?" Dracula swallowed the broken ice. "Even if he is so bored that he plays his head as a football, who is the guy who insists not to leave the central square?"

Tweet Tweet added with a smile on his face: "Moreover, a new researcher passed by at that time, and his head happened to hit him on the chest, which directly scared the man away."

The researcher was singing in shattered steps, and as soon as he got off the elevator, he was smashed by a head. The scariest thing is that the head rolled and shouted: "Make people fly for a while!"

...Sure enough, it's a horror movie! Don't just use the stalk of "Let the Son ○ Fly" to scare people! Brainstorm that the picture is really weird, okay!

Lin Yan glanced at Lingxi with a complicated expression.

Ah, I'm so sorry to let you do such a thing while waiting for me.

Lingxi's face was flushed red, gritted his teeth.

"But then again," Lin Yan looked at the popsicle in Dracula's mouth, frowned by the stench, "is this popsicle expired?"

"You don't understand this! It is an advanced plasma popsicle made by a researcher I asked." He licked his lips triumphantly. "It is made of 100% human blood and does not contain any preservatives and additives. This is the only one in the world. All popsicles are called plasma cakes."

Dracula said enthusiastically, raising the popsicle to make a glass of wine, and slowly said in a deep, mellow voice: "Cheers."

Concubine Lin:...

This was originally a classic action when a vampire tasted blood with a wine glass in the Middle Ages, but today Dracula has changed back to his daily home clothes. The huge Kesuzi head occupies the entire chest, and it is matched with his obsessive and intoxicated look when he licks ice cream. The action of seven in and seven out in the mouth...

Sorry Mr. Dracula, I really shouldn't have any expectations of you.

Stop it, otherwise you will definitely be reported as pornographic.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." She coughed lightly and tried to keep herself from laughing. "I'll go to the kitchen to make supper right away. Today's ingredients are Korean snacks, which may be a bit spicy."

"Okay, no problem! We have been eating vegetable salad for a week. This is a nutritious meal. It is clearly fed by sheep feeding on the green grassland! Have you ever seen a vampire gnawing grass!"

She knows all the truth.

Mr. Dracula, can you please wipe off the melted popsicles and vomit blood while talking is really scary!

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