Lan Min: "How could it not be...have you never seen her since you were born?"

"I - don't - know - how," Beishan said dully and vaguely, his ferocious vertical pupils showing a look of pain. He suddenly raised his hand and pressed his head hard, so hard that his skull made a rattling sound.

.

"born"

"Why, why? My head hurts so much."

The smile on the white-haired young man's face froze, Beishan's hand pressing on his head stretched out veins, and the muscles in his arms bulged - he was pulling out his own head hard!

Lan Min:!

The gurgling sound was too scary for Lan Min. The white-haired young man looked blankly at the monster going crazy in front of him.

"Beishan!" Lan Min shouted Beishan's name over and over again, but it seemed to be of no avail.

In the small room, the crazy monster and the beautiful young man frowning and calling formed a weird scene.

"It——is——a tumor——child"

Beishan's handsome face was so twisted that Lan Min could hardly recognize him. He didn't expect that the question about Beishan's birth would actually drive Beishan crazy.

Headache, why? Did he think of something taboo? Or did Beishan have a physical defect after turning into a monster? He has a cognitive problem?

Countless thoughts formed a storm roaring in Lan Min's mind.

Beishan kept shouting loudly in pain, and all the scales on his body stood up with sharp edges. Just when Lan Mo thought that a bloody scene was about to be staged in front of him, Beishan suddenly became quiet.

He stood in front of Lan Min, like a frozen beast, the scales that had just been erected quietly closed again, and the two big hands on his head fell down, clenched into fists beside his thighs.

It wasn't until Beishan's eyes reappeared with human reason that Lan Min spoke.

"Does it still hurt?"

Beishan lowered his head and shook his head, feeling very depressed.

“This—is—not—my—head”

"Let me see." Lan Min said.

"It's too hard to see." With that said, Beishan passed by and lowered his head to let Lan Min take a look.

As soon as Beishan approached, Lan Min noticed the traces between Beishan's neck. He was very sure that when he was in the restaurant just now, there was no mark between Beishan's neck.

There is a ring at the bottom of Beishan's neck. The skin with this mark gives people a very delicate feeling, much like new growth.

Lan Min poked it with his finger.

Beishan shrank, "Itchy-"

A ridiculous thought came to Lan Min's mind. Did Beishan really crack his head just now?

Little monster.

"Stand up straight." Lan Min said.

Beishan raised his head inexplicably, wondering why Lan Min asked him to stand up straight.

He stared at Lan Min and stood up straight.

It seemed a little taller. Lan Min lifted the quilt, stood in front of Beishan, raised his palms and put them on top of his head, then moved them forward, just to the lip line of Beishan's lower lip.

Beishan's Adam's apple rolled.

Lan Min raised his head and said, "Beishan, your neck has been stretched by you." His previous height was up to Beishan's upper lip.

Beishan's eyes widened and he raised his hand to touch his neck.

Lan Min looked at Beishan's confused expression and found it interesting, "You still think the thing on your neck is not a head, but a tumor?"

Beishan nodded with an ugly expression.

"I know there is a place where your head may be, do you want to go?" Lan Min said.

Beishan asked in a deep voice: "What - what - place - direction"

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his head before, but after the headache, Beishan simply couldn't stand his head. Standing in front of Lan Min with such a head, he felt ashamed.

"Mountain Temple."

"You - want - to go to the - mountain - god - temple"

Beishan is not only not stupid, but also very smart. He also has a beast-like intuition. He can see through Lan Mo's charming skin and see the inner thoughts.

At this time, he saw through that it was Lan Mo who wanted to go to the mountain temple.

"I want to go." The white-haired young man nodded and admitted with a smile. The mountain temple is in Beimian Mountain. He can't go there by himself. The only person who can take him there is Beishan.

And this is taking advantage of Beishan's thoughts.

He returned to Zhulou just to take Lan Min away again.

Lan Min is his, and only his. No one can take it away, not even his father.

Beishan began to prepare the things he and Lan Min would bring. He himself was a monster who could survive no matter what, so basically all the things he took were prepared for Lan Min.

Lan Min, who was already very tired, fell asleep on Beishan's bed. He was reassured that Beishan would arrange everything.

I don't know how long it took.

After packing up, Beishan walked into his house. His footsteps sounded very soft. The white-haired young man was sleeping soundly.

Beishan carefully took Lan Min out of the quilt and wrapped her in a blanket.

Lan Min was awakened by the cool blanket. Her white eyelashes trembled and slowly opened, "Are you all ready?"

Beishan's expression was a little strange. He grinned, and his tone had an abnormal tremor that was still noticeable even after he was restrained.

"alright"

Lan Min hummed softly, Beishan's chest vibrated, and the deep voice reached his ears.

"You - hate - this place, right?"

Lan Min looked at Beishan's expression and felt that something was happening that he didn't know about.

"right."

Against the backlit background, the split black vertical pupil in the middle of Beishan's golden eyes is even more terrifying.

The monster said: "Then - we - let - it - disappear, how - how - like -"

This bamboo building has nothing but humiliation for Beishan.

For a moment, Lan Min felt that an evil ghost was holding her and hissing the snake letter next to her ear and uttering these words.

It should be said that Beishan is indeed the son of an evil spirit, and his darkened tone is very similar to that of an evil spirit.

Lan Min looked up at Beishan, with a faint smile on his face, "Okay."

He remembered the "bride" he saw in his hallucination, whose hands and feet were bound and unable to move or speak, and the groom whose face he couldn't see clearly carrying him up the 28 flights of stairs.

When I walked out of the room, the aroma was overflowing. The sesame oil used to worship the gods was slowly flowing on the floor, like a spreading snake. In the center of the floor, there was a red candle that was almost burning to the end.

Beishan has arranged everything.

The scary monster with scales carried the white-haired young man out of the bamboo building, holding a black umbrella in one hand to protect the person in his arms, but looking at the bamboo building excitedly with cruel and ferocious eyes.

When the last red candle in the bamboo building burned out, the flames spread to the fragrant oil used to worship the gods as Beishan expected, and completely ignited it.

The fire finally broke out in the bamboo building, and the entire second floor was engulfed in flames.

First there is the restaurant, then the wedding room of Lan Mo and the evil ghost, and the old house for worshiping the gods with the evil ghost's coffin under the bed.

Beishan thought of the wedding photos hung in the wedding room between Lan Min and Evil Ghost. He took the photos with his own hands, so he broke his finger bones. Lan Min was beautiful in the photo, but it didn't belong to him.

Being burned to ashes by fire is its ending.

Lan Mo is his.

"Will it be burned to death?" Lan Min asked lightly.
Chapter completed!