My Mr. Monster

Chapter 39

"Jiang Jiang, are your clothes comfortable?" Lu Xuan sat on the bed and looked at Jiang Jiang trying on new clothes below. His face was still very red, but much better than last night.

"It's so comfortable. This dress is so beautiful and warm." Jiang Jiang said excitedly as he rushed towards Lu Xuan and gave him a big hug.

"Uh..." Lu Xuan almost vomited out his morning porridge, looking at the skinny little guy who was so strong. This hug was no different from bumping into someone.

"Brother Lu Xuan, are you hungry?" Jiang Jiang looked at him with his big eyes blinking.

"Not hungry..." Lu Xuan reached out and rubbed the child's head. "I feel much better. Thank you Jiang Jiang for your concern."

Lu Xuan simply couldn't refuse the child's kindness because he was so cute and didn't have so many little thoughts or anything. It was very comfortable to be straightforward with him.

"Jiang Jiang, do you want to eat these?" Lu Xuan pointed to a small pile of snacks on the side.

Jiang Jiang looked at it and swallowed, then he suppressed his urge to speak and shook his head. He said, "This is given to you by Brother Wu. I can't eat it."

"How can I eat these when I'm sick? Jiang Jiang, please eat them for me." Lu Xuan said with a smile.

At this moment, Lu Xuan's image in Jiang Jiang's eyes is no less than an angel, no, it is simply the Virgin Mary!

"Is it really possible?"

"Okay, but don't eat too much. Be careful not to get an upset stomach." Lu Xuan said as he picked up a bag of potato chips and handed it to Jiang Jiang.

Although I don't know what Wu Yang was thinking, he brought so many snacks to a patient. These were obviously the money he earned from selling the turtle and he planned to enjoy them himself.

As expected, time reveals a person's true character. Stone can be warmed up. Lu Xuan felt relieved. He leaned back slightly and accidentally pulled the wound, which made him gasp.

The amount of quilts and clothes brought was not much, but almost everyone received one. In winter, with a thick quilt, it is not impossible for two people to squeeze into one bed to keep warm. Almost everyone received clothes.

If we have to say the difference, Lu Xuan is more attentive to Grandma Wang and Jiang Jiang, because he would feel guilty if he doesn't pay attention to them.

The people inside the house were happy, but the people outside were frightened by the cold. Han Song looked at Wu Yang who was not affected at all and felt envious.

The temperature dropped last night, I don’t know how many degrees it dropped, but Han Song felt that he couldn’t adapt to it for a while.

"Are you planning to let Lu Xuan live here?" Han Song suddenly asked.

"Well, he feels half dead now. I'm afraid I can't take good care of him. Besides, he's always been alone with me. If I suddenly have a seizure one day, he might become like this again." Wu Yang said.

"Then when do you plan to move?" Han Song asked again.

"Today or tomorrow, pack up your things early, and then I'll go find some wood to make a bed." Wu Yang said seriously.

Lu Xuan had complained countless times that the bed was too small, and that it was uncomfortable for the two of them to sleep on. Although he ignored Lu Xuan's complaints every time, he still listened to them.

"Make a bed?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Isn't one enough?"

Wu Yang was silent for a moment before changing his tone and saying, "Two then."

"Do you need me to bring some help?"

"You're the only one here. There's not much stuff over there. Just take what you need. You won't need the rest."

"Okay, call me when you go." Han Song said and was about to go take a look somewhere else.

Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't move anymore. Wu Yang grabbed his clothes with one hand and said dissatisfiedly, "How long do you want to wait? Finish this as soon as possible and get a room. I can't stand sleeping in the same place with you."

Han Song felt extremely aggrieved when he heard this. He hadn't done anything wrong but was openly despised by this guy with tinted glasses. The most frustrating thing was probably that he couldn't curse back.

"Okay..." Han Song forced a smile.

The temperature on the road was very low, and Wu Yang discovered that there were several monster corpses and human blood on the way home... It seemed that this was where Lu Xuan had the accident.

I didn't pay attention when I came here, but now I can see it clearly. I originally thought that Lu Xuan would just run away when he saw the monster... I didn't expect him to be so reckless and not even know his own weight.

"There are a few in front. Do you want to kill them or should I?" Han Song said as he drew out his knife.

"I'll take care of it." In order not to dirty his clothes, Wu Yang simply picked up a few stones.

The monsters not far away moved very slowly. Every season, these monsters would enter a dormant phase, and most of them would find a place that was not covered by snow to hide.

The three monsters' brains exploded as Wu Yang threw the stone. Han Song looked at the stone on the ground and finally shook his head.

I can't do it myself.

"So, you really just took Lu Xuan in because he looked nice and was obedient?"

"What else? I look like I have a lot of free time, do I really need someone to disturb my sweet dreams?" Wu Yang said disdainfully.

Han Song smiled and nodded. He was just an outsider, and he was just saying this out of pure curiosity. He actually hoped Lu Xuan could stay with Wu Yang. It was for his own good and theirs, but now that winter was approaching, things would get more complicated.

Although there are fewer monsters, humans may appear, and the threat posed by humans is much greater than those creatures that only know how to eat. He has seen scenes of people eating people and still feels nauseous.

"By the way, if it snows in this awful weather, those small gangs around here might target you. Although I killed all the small gang with guns, the others probably number about a hundred people in total," Wu Yang said.

"With you and Song Li here, I can at least feel more at ease. I'm just worried that there won't be enough food..." Han Song felt scared when he thought of the precarious food supply.

"These shouldn't be a problem..." Wu Yang thought for a moment, "That idiot Lu Xuan won't just stand by and watch."

"So what are those things of yours?" Han Song looked at Wu Yang with burning eyes, trying to get an answer from him.

"I can't tell you. We're not close enough to know each other well." Wu Yang turned his head and ignored Han Song.

Han Song was speechless for a moment, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He could only bury his curiosity deep in his heart, or ask Lu Xuan... He really didn't dare to offend Wu Yang.

He met Wu Yang when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He got into trouble a lot during his prime years. Fortunately, Wu Yang was not a demon who killed people on sight, otherwise he would have died young.

But he still clearly remembered the pain of Wu Yang tapping the back of his head with his fingers, leaving a bump with each hit...

However, Wu Yang hasn't changed much over the years. It seems that he hasn't aged at all. It feels like the process is just too slow, so no changes can be seen.

"Brother Wu...can I ask a very presumptuous question?" Han Song asked cautiously.

Wu Yang glanced at Han Song and said impatiently, "Ask."

"how old are you?"

After asking, Han Song looked at Wu Yang expectantly, trying to know the secret.

"What a ridiculous question! How would I know how old I am?" Wu Yang's cold answer crushed Han Song's last bit of curiosity.

Yeah, why would he still expect this? How could someone who couldn't even remember the date remember these things...

Han Song wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that Wu Yang looked at him as if he was an idiot.