Seek some good-looking novels, the protagonist is very powerful, I don't know why he has become a waste, and the novels that slowly recover and grow behind will be over.

Ma Qilian in the Night A beautiful novel Ma Qilian in the Night tells the story of a girl named 15, her mysterious guardian Rama, and a girl named Milla Voss. Miduskaya's black cats live together in a series of stories. Every story is not long, but it is half suspense and half truth. I believe you will find your own special experience in it. Imagination is God's best gift to mankind. If you believe in the existence of wild animals and don't want to give your soul to them, please read Lotus in the Night of March. It will protect you with the orc Rama, just like protecting edamame.

My father, who lives alone, disappeared for no reason, leaving only the key to the storage box of Machilian supermarket. Fifteen-year-old girl Maodou wants to learn to live alone. Rama, the mysterious boss of Black Cat Tea Shop, temporarily took her in. In the process of searching, she learned that there were animals in this world, and that her father's disappearance was related to animals, and then she was attacked at night. Rama arrived in time to save her and claimed to be an orc hunter. At the same time, at school, some kind of "beast" has quietly appeared around Maodou and her friends, which has brought them an influence that cannot be ignored ... What did Maodou find in Ma Qilian's locker? What are Rama and Mimi? Is there really a beast in this world?

Please see the first season of Lotus in March Night and Soybean Meets Black Cat Tea Shop. Try reading highlights:

I didn't listen to my father and went to bed before 12. I went to the "Fox" Internet cafe downstairs.

I don't like that place, but I really don't want to stay alone in such a quiet home as Underwater World.

There are many people in the "Fox" Internet cafe unexpectedly, as if their fathers have all disappeared.

Countless people face countless screens, everyone's expression is very strange, but there is no sound, like a busy intelligence agency.

You are lonely here, just like those children who have computers at home. However, sitting in the crowd, you will have an illusion of security, just like a poor man who walks into a pub in the middle of winter and feels warm, but still can't afford anything.

There were not many vacancies, so I chose a computer and sat down. On the left is an annoying kid with blond hair and six or seven rings of different shapes hanging from his ears. Although it was winter, he only wore a thin printed T-shirt and opened six or seven game screens, all of which were King of Monsters, probably overnight.

On my right is a fat man, whose meat is like jam carefully spread on bread, covering the whole body evenly and his upper lip is very short. Although he is expressionless, he seems very angry. He is chatting, his hand is beating on the keyboard like an octopus, and the QQ avatar is flashing. He comes here to chat without sleeping at night, but he also consumes fat. I can't help but imagine that so much information is piled up on the server like garbage.

The warm smell from the computer mixed with the smell of cigarettes and instant noodles baked my nerves. I just stared at a string of icons on the screen, didn't know which one to click, and opened the "King of Monsters" like a child next to me.

It took me some time to catch the fat mole, team up with my former curly sheep and jumping squirrel, and beat some Horri-bull, mini pigs and crows brought by my opponents, but it will take some time for them to evolve into shovel moles, red-haired sheep and red-nosed squirrels. So I went to the garden to plant some trees, hoping to feed these weak animals after the fruit and improve their fighting capacity.

Just after I put down a rare Goubuli steamed stuffed bun (catching it can prevent dogs from biting), QQ beep suddenly came from the earphone, and there was another message.

I ignored it, shook the mouse and killed an egg ghost (just a hairy egg).

QQ is ticking again.

I didn't like the look of that egg ghost, so I quit the game and checked QQ.

"I see you." A message jumped out.

Boring chat, I returned a puzzled expression.

"You haven't changed much." The other party will be back soon.

I don't know what it means, I didn't answer, and I plan to ignore it.

"You are wearing a black jacket, short hair and tall, like a boy, right?"

Sweating profusely, I suddenly turned around, leaving only the blond boy and the angry fat man around. The people in the back row were staring at the screen, and no one noticed me.

Internet cafes are very big. If that man hides in the corner, I may not see it.

"Don't look back, I'm not behind you." This sentence pops up on the screen.

The tense moment has faded, and I have never been a timid child since I was a child.

"Who are you and where are you?" I gave a straight answer.

"An old friend."

QQ window can't see each other's tone.

I looked up the details of this man. The ID is "White Rabbit". Not only have I never met him, but I can't tell a man from a woman. There is a long string of signatures "up, down, left, right, left and right Baba" behind him. Besides, age, position and blood type constellation are all vacant.

"Where have we met?" I asked.

No response for a long time.

"Have you left?" I'll knock.

After a long time, I responded: "Still there."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Soybeans, I want to get off. I'll talk to you another day. "

"hey!"

"Someone came, I was secretly ..."

The white rabbit's head turned gray before he finished.

I took a deep breath and leaned back. I'm not in the mood to play games.

The blond boy next to him caught an "Amazon killer (an advanced electric eel)", and all the earrings shook with excitement, as if the electric eel's current had passed directly to him. And the fat man is still chatting silently. On the video window, there is a curly-haired woman holding hands.

No one has the intention of sleeping.

I left Fox and went home. The house is still empty. Guy sat in a chair with empty eyes.

The next day, sitting in class, I looked like a scarecrow, with weak limbs, sore eyes and inattention.

"What's the matter with you? You have been acting very strangely these two days. " After class, Xiao He asked me.

"I didn't sleep well last night." I rubbed my eyes and said, "Never mind."

"Is there anything wrong with your family?" She said sensitively.

"No. But there was a strange thing last night. A person on QQ added me as an old friend. "

"Stereotype, everyone on QQ says he is your former friend." Xiao He said disdainfully.

"But he knows my hairstyle, clothes and height."

"That may really be your old friend."

"But when I looked back, he actually said,' Don't look back, I'm not behind you'."

"oh? This is interesting, "Xiao He began to show interest. "A psychological tactic?"

"I don't know, maybe you mentioned it." I began to meditate. Indeed, after being told what a stranger looks like on the Internet, the first reaction is to look back.

"What is the ID?"

"White rabbit," I said.

"White rabbit?" Xiao He said, "It's too common."

"Also, up and down or so, what does Baba mean? This is his signature. "

"Nothing interesting," she said. "Maybe this person is road blind."

I looked at Xiao He. Her front bangs are like an upside-down black bowl, and her long hair is tied with a small light blue polka-dot bow.

"Don't talk about the white rabbit, you must have bigger things to hide from me." Her eyes suddenly widened. "Tell me quickly."

"No, don't be suspicious." I said in secret.

It's not that I don't want to tell her, but that I don't want to accept the sympathy and help of Xiao He and anyone in the school like an orphan. As you can imagine, she will cry when she is full of feelings, and I don't want to be drowned in someone's tears.

I can handle it independently, as a surgeon handles a wound, calm, agile and calm. Even if the family members cry from the heart, it will not help the patient's recovery.

Xiao He approached me suspiciously, pretended to be a hound, and sniffed in the air. "I always think you are a little different."

No wonder we have been classmates for many years and have always been good friends.

I didn't know how to answer, but her attention was diverted in an instant.

The boy in the light blue striped shirt came over that day.

Today, he put on our dark school uniform, and I noticed him at a glance, let alone Xiao He. The boy was still at the other end of the corridor, and she began to pull her skirt, cut her hair and clear her throat.

Obviously, our school uniform will not look good no matter how hard it is dragged.

"Transfer students, transfer students, oh, come here, what should I do! What to do! "

"I don't even know my name. What should I do? " I said.

However, Xiao He is not the only one who is excited. The girls in all classes scattered along the corridor pretended to be careless and deliberately adjusted their posture, and the noise in the corridor suddenly became unnatural.

The boy turned a deaf ear and came from the end of the corridor. Today, a little sunshine sprinkled on him like a broken piece of gold, like a bright color, his pale and transparent skin became vivid.

After his back disappeared, all the girls seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Xiao He, he gave you a look." I said.

"Really?" Xiao He seems to have fainted.

It's true. I didn't lie to her. That guy passed by us and really took a look at Xiao He, as if he paid a little attention to her.

Bored? There is nothing else in the corridor of our school except these things. In fact, it is like the alternation of dry season and rainy season. In a few weeks, their interest will shift to the newly broadcast hot dramas and celebrity scandals. When the exam season comes, they will turn to guessing questions and scores.

But there are exceptions to everything.

After school, Xiao He said to me, "Today I invite you to a black cat tea shop." The expression is very solemn.

"oh? Is that tea shop really called a black cat? " I didn't pay much attention to the store name before.

"Everyone calls it that because there is a black cat in the shop."

"What's your name, cat?"

Mimi. " She's not sure.

It seems that not everyone knows about miral Voss, right? Miduskaya, or Rama, made up stories for me on a whim.

"Are you going or not?" Xiao-he saw me in a daze again and asked.

"All right, it's my treat." I should have avoided her to avoid being questioned, but somehow I agreed to her invitation.

(After trial reading)