"Hello." I said hello to him, but he seemed a little unhappy, and glanced at me with a very serious expression. I was stared at by him, completely confused.

I... shouldn't have time to do anything to offend him, right?

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in his room, and I looked past him and looked into the room. In the dark room, the windows were closed, and there was no light at all. It seemed that someone had moved inside, but because it was too dark, I couldn't. I didn't see it for real, and the next moment, everything is difficult to immediately close the door.

"Bang" sounded, as if the mood was extremely bad.

He gave me a stern look, and went downstairs with a hunched back.

I'm at a loss. Before... I've never heard of this time traveler being such a difficult old man... and he's in this room... I'm a little curious, but I'm too embarrassed to snoop on the door, so I go upstairs by myself, planning to wait. In the future, ask Li Peipei or Li Ranran.

I turned to go upstairs, and all of a sudden, I heard a very small "click" again.

I stopped walking up the stairs, turned my head slightly, and glanced back.

Everything is difficult and the door that I just closed tightly opened a crack when I turned around, and there was silence in the dark crack. , as if there are many invisible eyes, peeping at me in the dark, observing me...

I couldn't help but step back, but I tripped over the stairs and sat down, with a strong arm dragging my back like a pillar, supporting me up.

The temperature of the palm of my hand was slightly cool, I didn't know I was already familiar with it.

I turned to look at him.

Li Xiaoran also looked down at me.

"What's wrong?"

Chapter 25

Some words said from others may be caring, but when they are said from Li Ranran's mouth, they may be disgust, disdain or contempt.

For example now...

He was wearing pajamas and slippers, dragged my back with his hands, and looked at me condescendingly, but with this attitude, I really couldn't tell him to "care". He raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little involuntarily disgusted.

Li said: "Will the alarm clock at five o'clock wake up your conscience?" He squinted, wishing he could shoot me with the light reflected from the golden glasses, "It's rare to get up early, and you can go out to play without rushing to the manuscript?"

"I went out for a run with Meimei. Caring about the health of my neighbors is more important than rushing to write." Forced by his obscenity | prestige, I subconsciously explained, and after explaining, I suddenly remembered why I fell on his hands, I I stood up straight, "Shh." I pointed to the door where everything is difficult, "Li Yanran, there seems to be someone in here."

Li Xiaoran still looked at me condescendingly, and he held up his hands: "Do you think I will allow a second weak chicken in this building."

I'm sorry... I'm the only human being in this building, and I'm really sorry for bringing down the overall level of the non-human neighbors!

I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and was thinking about whether or not to let the fuck go back and talk about it, when Li Xiaoran walked down the stairs, walked to the door of the house in trouble as usual, and took out his That damned landlord key.

Watching him open the door with a "click" without hesitation, I felt a little sad.

I tried to stop him: "It's not good! How can you enter someone's house at will! It's a bit of a **** anyway!"

Li Xiaoran glanced at me: "**Important? Safety is important?"

"Safety is important." I honestly stepped aside and sold everything that was a tenant with me.

Li Xiaoran pushed open the door, but stood at the door and didn't go in.

I looked inside curiously. The room was dark and the curtains were drawn tightly. Compared with the pink and tender room of the old witch upstairs, which was full of girlish hearts, this room was more like a witch's room. The gloomy air, the cold infiltrating people.

"There are no other living creatures." Li Yanxuan glanced at the room, then turned to stare at me, "In reality, there are so many brains that make up for it, and it's useless for creation?"

Of course, Li Xiaoran doesn't care about my creations, my updates, and my readers who are waiting to be fed. What he cares about is my work, my royalties, and the rent that I can never make up for.

I took a step back, step by step back up the stairs.

"I'm going back to work."

"Go."

Li Xiaoran waved his hand, and I honestly retire.

When I walked to the corner of the stairs, I looked down, and I saw that Li Xiaoran was still standing at the door of all troubles and didn't leave. Unlike the disgusting appearance he had just talked to me, he looked at the room where all troubles were difficult, with a rare serious expression, holding his hands, not knowing what to do. What are you thinking about.

I didn't dare to think about it, I went back to my room, locked the doors and windows, sat down in front of the computer desk, holding the hand-painted board, flipped through the previous two pages, called up the outline, picked up the previous inspiration, and continued to draw painting.

In the series of stories "The Vampire Prince of the Blood-sucking Series", my story progress has just finished telling the story of the zombie king. I have experienced a beautiful dream in the past two days, and I am also very emotional. I want to open a side story and tell the story of the mermaid.

In the mermaid story I conceived, three mermaids were caught by two bad pirates and trapped on an island. The three of them fought against the pirate couple through their own efforts, broke away from the control of the pirate couple, returned to the sea, and finally said goodbye to each other. In the deep sea, each swim to the other side of freedom.

At the end of the story, I didn't stop in the deep and silent deep sea, there was no Meimei's heart-piercing cry, and there was no lonely and tragic fire on the distant island.

I stopped at the mermaid's scarred floating surface, looked at the newly born morning sun on the horizon, and smiled lightly.

I said that I am a realist. In fact, it stands to reason that I should draw perfect and beautiful stories realistically, but comics are actually a dream of storytellers. No matter how realistic I am, I sometimes mix my own thoughts into it.