Monster Apartment

"No."

Regarding his father, Gu Bai denied the other party's statement very simply and neatly.

But after hearing Si Yiming's name from the other party's mouth, Gu Bai let go of his heart a little, but still explained in a quiet voice: "Mr. Si brought me to work."

"Work?" Bai Hu turned his gaze to the slate behind Gu Bai.

This is his den, of course he knows this slate.

This stone slab has a long history. When there were not so many fancy household items, Bai Hu used this stone slab as a bed, leaning on it all day long and rubbing his claws. Later, after years of wind and rain, this The stone slabs were getting smaller and smaller, and there was no way for the white tiger to rub his claws, but it was not wasted.

Because this stone slab has been rubbed by the white tiger for so many years, it has been soaked in his breath. Standing here as a symbol of the white tiger can barely calm the cities here and nearby with huge tourist population.

But it also requires him to come back and walk a few laps every two or three weeks, which is quite troublesome.

Bai Hu remembered that Si Yiming had told him a few days ago that he would bring a big baby to help, and his eyes fell on Gu Bai again.

The growth period of the little monsters is very easy to identify for their knowledgeable beasts, especially Gu Bai's body at this moment is full of aura that will blink the eyes of the tiger, and it is just a bite. The kind of high-end type cub that can make the evil spirit sprites grow countless times.

This kind of bastard, after midnight, either obediently squatted in the formations where the few monsters live, and must have a very powerful monster guarding him before going out.

It is estimated that this little guy is protecting him by Si Yiming, no wonder the whole body is covered with brave breath, Bai Hu thought suddenly.

"You're the big baby who came to help that Si Yiming said? How do you call it?" Bai Hu said as he sat cross-legged on the ground, then tore open the package of beef jerky and handed it to Gu Bai.

Gu Bai waved his hand and rejected the other's beef jerky, staring blankly, and stumbled: "Big, big baby?!"

After he was surprised, he quickly added: "My name is Gu Bai."

"Gu Bai." Bai Hu nodded, "I am Bai..."

Bai Hu said that there was silence for a while, and then changed his words: "My name is Bai."

Gu Bai was at a loss for two seconds, and followed his kindness: "Mr. Bai."

Bai Hu nodded quite satisfied, and then began to care about how Gu Bai could help.

Gu Bai was still tossing the layer of the slate as the primer. Seeing Bai Hu's very concerned inquiry, he handed him the draft revised yesterday.

Bai Hu took a look at the paper. Although it was a draft, there were many annotations he couldn't understand, but from those lines, he could see a hint of the mighty aura belonging to the white tiger.

Gu Bai is very witty. Since the front of the white tiger without patterns is either silly or mournful, he chose to paint the side.

And because the profile of Zhengerbajing also seemed a bit stupid, he chose an expression with his head up and roaring.

And because the simple high-headed roar was not enough to have momentum, he chose to draw two pads under the white tiger's two front paws to raise its upper body and add some elements to increase its momentum, such as the background being swept up by the wind. forest.

The overall draft of the picture is at a large elevation angle, highlighting the main body, and the white tiger's momentum comes out all at once, without the feeling of being stupid at all.

In order to cover up the natural disadvantages of the white tiger itself, Gu Bai has spent a lot of thought.

At least this painting, not only Si Yiming nodded and said, even the white tiger is quite satisfied!

"Not bad!" Bai Hu praised.

By looking at this draft, he also understood what Si Yiming brought Gu Bai to help. Unexpectedly, he came to help draw the deity to share the pressure of work.

Since ancient times, paintings have been spiritual, and there have always been many legends about painting scrolls in this world.

There are many demons and ghosts in this world who are born out of painting, and even some painting people are unwilling to die, they will run into their own paintings to hide, in order to escape the fate of being ecstatic.

Although no one has ever succeeded in this way of evasion, it is enough to prove the spirituality of painting.

In the early days, there were many immortals who were very good at painting. They could shape a mountain and river with a few splashes of ink and provide countless spiritual creatures for survival.

It's a pity that in the modern era where all the gods have overturned their cars, the Dianmoshanhe left over from the ancient times is only the mirage of the Penglai Mountain Rabbit Spirit.

A lot of other calligraphy has been left. For example, those gods love to paint all kinds of gods and beasts, and their group of gods and beasts basically have one or two scrolls of gods and beasts left by the gods.

But it's just one or two rolls, it's a good one!

Bai Hu took the draft, thinking in his heart that after so many years, a monster with a powerful painting has finally appeared.

Savior!

Bai Hu counted the scattered large and small dots scattered throughout his jurisdiction in the western part of China, and then counted, he actually needed a total of five hundred paintings!

Five hundred pictures! !

Bai Hu held the beef jerky in his mouth and looked at Gu Bai, who was focused on applying the glue, and was silent for a while, and started to dig Si Yiming's wall with a slap on his thigh.

"Gu Bai, what do you like to eat?" Bai Hu asked kindly.

Gu Bai was taken aback and looked at this Mr. Bai suspiciously.

"What do you like to eat, I'll buy it for you!" Bai Hu said.

"Thank you Mr. Bai." Gu Bai was very moved, and then rejected Bai Hu's kindness. "Mr. Si said he would come and bring me lunch."

Bai Hu was silent for two seconds, persevering: "Then where do you want to go in the west, I will take you there!"

Gu Bai thought to himself that this Mr. Bai seemed to be familiar with Mr. Zhai's money, and then replied: "No, I have to go back after I finish painting this wall. There is still work waiting for me when I go back. "

"There is still work?" Bai Hu frowned.

Which crippled **** robbed him?

Is it the turkey in the south, the four-legged snake in the east, or the big tortoise in the north?

The White Tiger has a strong sense of crisis, and he bluntly said: "Who do you paint for?"

"Hey?" Gu Bai replied hesitantly, thinking that the other party was probably at the level of his father and Mr. Si, so he explained obediently, "It's just an ordinary job."

Bai Hu tore a piece of beef jerky and chewed it, feeling depressed that it was kept secret.

At first glance, this kind of routine was taught by Si Yiming, the tight-lipped Pi Xiu who can only enter and can't leave his mouth!

Bai Hu thought for a while, and decided to dig the foot of the wall in a different position.

He began to understand Heiji, anyway, the details of each other between their gods and beasts are clear, and the history of mutual blackness can be traced back to the ancient times.

They are not all that Hei Si Yiming is a stubborn iron cock, and Si Yiming does not miss them on weekdays, not only, but even hei Dai Hei also comes with a one-stop service for copying their property.

There are many family backgrounds of these sacred beasts. Even in modern society, there are still human sacrifices. The family background is inexhaustible, but every time you ask Si Yiming for help, you have to be emptied once, and the sacred beasts feel bitter. .

Everyone is a silly colleague of mythical beasts, what can you do with a discount?

But Si Yiming just doesn't, because his area is small and there are a bunch of monsters to squeeze, so there is no need to worry about asking for help from colleagues, and he is not at all merciless when he digs out his colleagues' wealth.

It's even beautiful.

"Do you know? Si Yiming is very stingy." Bai Hu said.

Gu Bai opened his mouth to refute, then closed it again, deciding to remain silent and concentrate on painting the wall.

He found that his friends with Mr. Si liked Mr. Hei Si very much, and he was so black that he was not worried about being known by Mr. Si himself.

-And Mr. Si seems to know clearly too.

Gu Bai didn't have many friends when he was young, and he didn't know how to get along with friends.

He saw Mr. Si and Mr. Zhai's attitude of being black and black but still trusting each other, and he felt that this was probably also an expression of closeness.

Although Gu Bai himself felt that this was a bit wrong, he would not accuse others of saying it was wrong.

After listening, just listen, others just say what they like, Gu Bai wouldn't speak much anyway.

He would only quietly retort in his heart that Mr. Si is a good person, not stingy at all.

Bai Hu waved his **** firmly: "I tell you, he used to **** away all the money from other people after a fight."

Gu Bai paused, thinking that Mr. Si was a bad boy before.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the spoils...?

Bai Hu continued his efforts: "Si Yiming has stripped other people's clothes before, not to mention that the jade hung on his waist belongs to him."

Although the reason is that the piece of jade is carved with brave.

Gu Bai remained motionless.

After the black history, everyone will have this kind of thing.

Although...should someone's clothes...this...um...

Bai Hu persevered: "Si Yiming is the least able to take care of cubs in our circle."

"..." Whether Mr. Ke Si will take care of the cub has anything to do with him.

As Gu Bai thought, he added materials to the slab and tried to fill it up, as if he hadn't listened to Baihu's babble at all.

Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai's unmoved look, touched his pocket, and then asked him, "Has Si Yiming paid you?"

With Si Yiming's instinct, occasionally squeezing big monsters or other help from part-time work does not pay them at all, and even asks others to post some treasures in.

And the reason is quite fair: you have been blessed by Pai Yao for hundreds of years, do you still want to be paid?

With such a routine, Bai Hu felt that it was normal for this conscientious brave to squeeze the cub.

Bai Hu, who was emptied of his family last time when he asked Si Yiming for help, felt sour.

But this time, Gu Bai quickly opened his mouth and gave the answer: "Hey!"

The whole white tiger was shocked: "Give it?!"

"Yes." Gu Bai nodded, looking at Bai Hu with a blank expression in shock.

brave troops!

give!

other people!

Paid!

Bai Hu said that he was so scared that he was about to grow tiger stripes.

The objects that can converge the nature of the beasts are usually divided into two types.

First, their own cubs.

Second, own objects.

This is usually the case.

But as the first little monster to be able to draw a name after the gods overturned, it seemed that it belonged to a special situation.

Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai hesitantly, and once again confirmed: "You really are not Si Yiming's cub?"

"No." Gu Bai denied again.

Mr. Si is so young, how could he have a child his age.

Bai Hu said that it was impossible to be the second kind. He was shocked, thinking that this brave beast would be too special for the little cub, but then he thought about it, although they are divine beasts, they are indeed beasts.

There seems to be nothing wrong.

Bai Hu hesitated, but in the end he opened his mouth and said, "Si Yiming is super fierce, and he likes to do it. Maybe he will have domestic violence in the future?"

Gu Bai: ...? ?

Gu Bai tilted his head to look at Bai Hu in amazement. He just wanted to say whether it was too dark at this level. As soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Si Yiming who was standing at the door for some time.

Si Yiming was carrying the food box. I don’t know how long it has been listening to. At this moment, his softened face reappeared with a fierce look again, and he stared at the back facing the door with a cold and unyielding **** to pry the foot of the wall. White tiger.

Seeing Gu Bai found him, Si Yiming was no longer silent, striding over to the white tiger with a stride.

"Are you very free, white clouds are floating?" Si Yiming's voice was so calm that it made people feel hairy.

After kicking his colleague over with a very skilled posture, he turned his head and handed the stable food box to Gu Bai. After confessing that he had a good lunch, he turned his head and snorted to the white tiger who was getting up. , Dragging the yelling colleague who was clutching the kicked back, turned his head and left.

Holding the food box, Gu Bai watched dumbly as Mr. Bai was dragged by Mr. Si all the way up the stairs, and then there was a movement of Mr. Bai being beaten up.

Occasionally, I could hear Mr. Bai shouting "I'm going to fight back", "Don't hit your face, don't hit your nose", "I really fight back" and so on.

Gu Bai shrank his neck, a little bit trying to persuade, but he was persuaded.

Anyway, Mr. Si has a good deal, and Mr. Zhai has been beaten so many times that he is still alive and kicking!

This is probably the way Mr. Si and his friends exchange feelings.

After all, Mr. Si's series of movements are so proficient.

Gu Bai came to such a conclusion, then opened the food box, listening to Mr. Bai being beaten up, thinking in his mind what Mr. Bai just said "may be domestic violence" and Mr. Si said "Baiyun Piao".

In the end, Gu Bai instinctively ignored the former and focused his attention on the latter.

It turns out that Mr. Bai is called Bai Yunpiao.

It is indeed very imposing, no wonder he only introduced himself and said that his surname was Bai.

Gu Bai picked up chopsticks and vegetables. The familiar taste of the entrance made him startled for a moment. He looked down at the other dishes in this large three-story food box, and showed amazement when he pulled out the seafood on the bottom. look.

It might not be cheap to be able to eat fresh seafood in Province X.

And... the previous green vegetables should be from the same place as Gu Bai ate in the apartment.

Gu Bai tried several other dishes one by one, and finally looked up at the top of the stairs, and couldn't help showing a big smile.

Being cared for by the human body is always a joy.

Just say that Mr. Si is a good person!

Gu Bai thought happily while listening to the sound of Bai Hu being beaten up.

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