Brother Meng, Turn Around and Kill Them

At dawn, the rising sun slowly climbed into the sky, its gentle light driving away the darkness.

Xiao Meng had not slept all night. More than a dozen cigarette butts lay piled at his feet, and his face carried an air of melancholy and numbness.

Only when a dazzling ray of sunlight shone onto his face did he react, raising a hand to shield his eyes.

"Ah... Why think about that? Aren't things pretty good now?"

Xiao Meng sighed and murmured softly. Parents he had never met, who had never cared whether he or Grandpa lived or died, were no parents at all. And if they were no parents, then they were strangers. Why should he feel indignant and unwilling because of them?

"It's just that once I leave, no one will visit Grandpa's grave every Tomb-Sweeping Festival."

Xiao Meng narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his fists as he murmured, One day, I'll be able to return to Earth.

He secretly took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, then abruptly opened them again. He flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand, sprang to his feet, rolled his neck, and stretched lazily.

"Little Dot, thieving bird, get up already!"

Seeing the child, two birds, and lion sprawled on the ground and sleeping soundly, Xiao Meng was rather speechless. These fellows truly had no sleeping manners at all, and Nine-Headed Lion was even snoring.

The key was that so many ill-intentioned creatures were watching them nearby, yet they could still sleep so peacefully.

"Oh, it's already daylight?" Little Dot, who had been sleeping with his arms wrapped around Nine-Headed Lion's head, was the first to open his eyes. He gently rubbed them, looking like he had not gotten enough sleep.

Big Red Bird and the others opened their eyes