"no."
As for his father, Gu Bai swiftly denied the other party's statement.
But after hearing Si Yiming's name from the other party's mouth, Gu Bai put down his heart a little, but still explained in a low voice with some guard: "Mr. Si brought me to work."
"Work?" Bai Hu's gaze turned to the slate behind Gu Bai.
This is his nest, and of course he knows the slab.
This slate has a very long history. When there were not so many fancy household items in the past, White Tiger used this slate as a bed, and rolled on it all day long and rubbed its claws. The slate was getting smaller and smaller, and there was no way for the white tiger to roll and grind its claws, but it was not wasted.
Because this slate has been rubbed by the white tiger for so many years, it has been soaked by his breath. Standing here as a symbol of the white tiger can barely hold down here and several nearby cities with huge tourist population.
But it also requires him to come back for a few laps every two or three weeks, which is quite troublesome to talk about.
Bai Hu remembered that Si Yiming 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 for them to recognize the well-informed mythical beasts, especially Gu Bai now has an aura that will blind the tiger's eyes. The kind of high-end bloodline cub that can make evil spirits grow countless times.
This kind of brat, after night, either stay obediently squatting in the formation of the few monsters inhabited today, and if you want to go out, you must have a powerful big monster to protect you.
It is estimated that this little guy is guarding him by Si Yiming, no wonder there is a smear of Pixiu all over his body, Bai Hu suddenly thought.
"You're the big treasure that Si Yiming said came to help, right? What's your name?" Bai Hu sat cross-legged on the ground as he spoke, then tore open the package of beef jerky, tore a piece and handed it to Gu Bai.
Gu Bai waved his hand and rejected the other party's beef jerky, looked at it for a while, and stumbled: "Big, big baby?!"
After he was surprised, he added quickly, "My name is Gu Bai."
"Gu Bai." Baihu nodded, "I'm Bai..."
Bai Hu said that there was silence for a while, and then changed his voice: "My surname is Bai."
Gu Bai was dazed for two seconds, and said with kindness, "Mr. Bai."
Bai Hu nodded with satisfaction, and then began to care about how Gu Bai could help.
Gu Bai was still tossing the slate to make the base layer. Seeing Bai Hu's very concerned inquiries, he handed him the revised draft yesterday.
Bai Hu took the paper and glanced at it. Although it was a draft, there were still a lot of annotations that he couldn't understand, but he could see a trace of the mighty aura belonging to Bai Hu from those lines.
Gu Bai is very witty. Since the front of the white tiger without patterns is either stupid or mourning, he chose to draw the side.
And because the serious side also looked a bit stupid, he chose to raise his head and roar.
And because simply raising his head and roaring is not imposing enough, he chose to draw two claw pads under the white tiger's two front claws to raise its upper body and add some elements to increase its imposing manner, such as the background that was swept away by the wind. forest.
The overall picture of the draft has a large elevation angle, highlighting the main body, and the momentum of the white tiger comes out all at once, and there is no such stupid feeling at all.
In order to cover up the natural disadvantage of the white tiger, Gu Bai 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!" White Tiger praised.
After seeing the draft, he also understood what Si Yiming brought Gu Bai to help with, and unsurprisingly, he came to help draw the deity to share the work pressure.
Since ancient times, paintings have spirituality, and there have always been many legends about painting scrolls in this world.
In this world, there are many monsters and ghosts born out of paintings, and even some paintings are unwilling after death, and they will run into their paintings to hide, in order to escape the fate of being seduced and reincarnated.
Although this escape method has never been successful, 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 splash of ink and provide countless spiritual creatures to survive.
It's a pity that in the modern age when all the gods have turned over, the Dianmo Mountain River left from the early days is only the mirage of the Penglai Mountain Rabbit Spirit.
There are a lot of other calligraphy treasures left. For example, the gods love to draw all kinds of beasts. They basically have one or two scrolls of pictures of beasts left by the gods.
But it's only one or two rolls, just use it for an egg!
Bai Hu held the draft, thinking in his heart that after so many years, a monster with great drawing skills finally appeared.
Savior!
Bai Hu counted the various large and small dots scattered throughout his jurisdiction in the western part of the country, and then pinched his fingers, he actually wanted more than 500 paintings!
Five hundred! ! !
Bai Hu was silent for a while while watching Gu Bai, who was concentrating on brushing the primer, with the beef jerky in his mouth. He slapped his thigh and started digging at the foot of Si Yiming's wall.
"Gu Bai, what do you like to eat?" Bai Hu asked kindly.
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, 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 Baihu's kindness, "Mr. Si said he would come to bring me lunch."
Bai Hu was silent for two seconds, persevering: "Then where do you want to play in the west, I'll take you there!"
Gu Bai thought that this Mr. Bai seemed to be familiar with Mr. Zhai, and then replied: "No, I have to go back after I finish painting this wall, and there is still work waiting for me when I go back. "
"There's still work?" Baihu frowned.
Which deflated calf robbed him
Is it the turkey in the south, the four-legged snake in the east, or the big turtle in the north
The white tiger has a very strong sense of crisis, and he said bluntly: "Who are you painting for?"
"Huh?" Gu Bai replied hesitantly, thinking that the other party was probably at the same level as his father and Mr. Si, so he obediently explained, "It's just an ordinary job."
Bai Hu tore a piece of beef jerky and chewed it, feeling depressed that it was even kept secret.
At first glance, this kind of routine was taught by Si Yiming, who was so tight that he couldn't get in and out of his mouth!
Bai Hu thought about it for a while and decided to change his posture to dig his feet.
He began to black Si Yi Ming, anyway, the details of their gods and beasts are all clear, and the history of mutual blackness can be traced back to ancient times.
They are not less black, Si Yiming is an iron rooster, and Si Yiming is not less scolded by them on weekdays.
They have a lot of wealth in this group of divine beasts. Even in modern society, there are still human beings who worship them as usual. They can't copy everything, but every time they ask Si Yiming to help a small private library, they have to be emptied once, and the divine beasts are also bitter. .
We are all busy and foolish mythical beast colleagues, what can you do with a discount
But Si Yiming didn't, because his jurisdiction was small and he still had a bunch of monsters to squeeze, so he didn't have to worry about getting help from his colleagues.
Even delicious.
"Did 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 quite straightforward, and he was not worried about being known by Mr. Si himself.
- And Mr. Si seems to know clearly.
Gu Bai had no friends since he was a child, and he had no idea how to get along with friends.
He saw the attitudes of Mr. Si and Mr. Zhai who went back and forth with each other but still trusted each other, and thought that this was probably an expression of intimacy.
Although Gu Bai himself felt that this was a bit inappropriate, he would not accuse others of saying it was wrong.
Listen to it when you hear it, and talk about it when others like it. Anyway, Gu Bai himself won't talk much.
He would only retort quietly in his heart that Mr. Si was a good man, not stingy at all.
Bai Hu firmly waved his hoe: "Let me tell you, he used to snatch away all his money after a fight."
Gu Bai paused, thinking that Mr. Si was a bad boy before.
There seems to be nothing wrong with the booty...
Bai Hu continued his efforts: "Si Yiming has stripped other people's clothes before, but he has to say that the jade hanging on his waist belongs to him."
Although the reason is that the piece of jade is carved with Pixiu.
Gu Bai remained motionless.
After the black history, everyone will have this kind of thing.
Although... ripping off other people's clothes... this... um...
Bai Hu persevered: "Si Yiming is the least capable of taking care of cubs in our circle."
"..." Whether Mr. Ke Si will take care of the cub has nothing to do with him.
While thinking about it, Gu Bai added ingredients to the slate and tried to make it up, as if he didn't listen to the white tiger's compulsion at all.
Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai's unmoved appearance, touched his pocket, and asked him, "Did Si Yiming pay you?"
With Si Yiming's nature, occasionally squeezing big monsters to help them work will not bring them any compensation at all, and even ask others to post some treasures in.
And the reason is quite justifiable: you have been blessed by Pixiu for hundreds of years, and you still want to be paid
With such a routine, Bai Hu felt that it was normal for this devastated Pixiu to do something to squeeze the cubs.
The last time I asked Si Yiming for help, Bai Hu, who was once again hollowed out, felt sour in his heart.
But this time, Gu Bai quickly opened his mouth and gave the answer: "Here it is!"
The whole white tiger was shocked: "Give it, give it?!"
"Yeah." Gu Bai nodded, looking suspiciously at the white tiger whose expression was blank.
brave troops! !
Give! !
other people! !
Paid! !
Bai Hu said that he was so frightened that he was about to grow tiger stripes.
There are usually two types of objects that can make divine beasts restrain their nature.
First, their own cubs.
Second, their own objects.
Usually this is the case.
But as the first little monster who can draw a name after the immortals overturned the car, it seems to be a special case.
Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai hesitantly, and confirmed again: "You really aren't Si Yiming's cub?"
"No." Gu Bai denied again.
Mr. Si is so young, how could he have such a big child.
Bai Hu thought that it might be the second type. He was shocked, thinking that this Pixiu would be too special for the little brat, but then he thought that although they were divine beasts, they were indeed beasts.
There seems to be nothing wrong with it.
Bai Hu hesitated, but finally opened his mouth to test: "Si Yiming is super fierce, and he likes to do things. Maybe he will be domestic violence in the future?"
Gu Bai: ... ?
Gu Bai turned his head to look at Bai Hu in astonishment. He was just about to say whether it was a bit too dark to be so dark, but when he tilted his head out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Si Yiming standing at the door at some point.
Si Yiming was holding the food box, and he didn't know how long he had been listening to it, but his face that had softened for a while now showed a vicious expression again, and stared coldly at the end with his back to the door, with his unyielding hoe to pry at the foot of the wall. white tiger.
Seeing that Gu Bai had discovered him, Si Yiming was no longer silent, and strode over to hit the white tiger.
"You're very busy, Bai Yunpiao?" Si Yiming's voice was so calm that it made one's heart tremble.
After kicking his colleague over with a very skilled posture, he turned his head and handed the steady food box to Gu Bai, and after explaining that he had a good lunch, he turned his head and snorted coldly at the white tiger who got up. , dragged his colleague who was screaming while covering his kicked back, turned his head and left.
Holding the food box, Gu Bai stared dumbly as Mr. Bai was dragged by Mr. Si all the way up the stairs. Then came the sound of Mr. Bai being beaten.
Occasionally, Mr. Bai could be heard shouting "I'm going to fight back", "Don't hit the face, don't hit the nose", "I really hit back" and so on.
Gu Bai shrank his neck and wanted to persuade, but he was cowardly.
On the contrary, Mr. Si's attack is serious anyway. Isn't Mr. Zhai still alive and kicking after being beaten so many times!
This is probably how Mr. Si communicates with his friends.
After all, Mr. Si's series of movements are so skilled.
Gu Bai came to such a conclusion, then opened the food box, listening to Mr. Bai being beaten, thinking about the "maybe domestic violence" that Mr. Bai said just now and "Bai Yunpiao" that Mr. Si said.
In the end, Gu Bai instinctively ignored the former and focused on the latter.
It turns out that Mr. Bai's name is Bai Yunpiao.
It is indeed very imposing, no wonder he only introduced himself and said his surname was Bai.
Gu Bai took a chopstick of green vegetables. The familiar taste of the entrance made him stunned for a moment. He looked down at the other dishes in the food box on the third floor. When he took out the seafood on the bottom layer, he was surprised look.
It is not cheap to be able to eat fresh seafood in X province.
And... The green vegetables and what Gu Bai ate in the apartment should come from the same place.
Gu Bai tried a few other dishes one by one, and finally looked up at the entrance of the stairs, and couldn't help showing a big smile.
It's always a joy to be cared for.
It is said that Mr. Si is a good person!
Gu Bai thought happily while listening to the sound of the white tiger being beaten.
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