Non-Human Sub-district Office

Chapter 37: Hello, have you seen my imperial house?

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Lin Mu looked at the rest of the fancy beds and didn't know what to do with them.

The little ginseng and his three little buddies clawed at the door, staring at the cute little toys in the house.

"It's so beautiful," said the little Mimosa in a low voice.

"Yeah, it's so beautiful." The little ginseng grabbed his small belly pocket and looked over there.

Little Tudou looked at a bamboo dragonfly in the arms of the little wooden man over there, and said enviously, "I also want to play."

Lin Daxi nodded.

The four little monsters looked at each other, you pushed me and I pushed you, and finally the little ginseng was pushed to the front by them.

Lin Ginseng was burdened with the expectations of his three friends, and pouted and said in a low voice, "But Lin Mu didn't say that he would give it to us."

The three little monsters lowered their heads in disappointment.

Among the four little monsters, although Lin Tudou looks like a young boy who has just started to develop, the oldest is actually a little ginseng.

He tried his best to put on the air of his brother, and said in a milky voice: "Lin Mu took us in, bought us a slide, and gave us juice and snacks every day. It's good enough, don't be too greedy."

That's what he said, but the way he looked at the boxes of toys was not convincing at all.

Yan Xuanjing looked back at them.

The four little monsters shrank their heads and hid.

Lin Mu also heard the movement over there, he tilted his head and glanced at the little wooden man who was trying to rub the bamboo and dragonfly, and asked Yan Xuanjing in a low voice, "Can I play with them?"

It was Yan Xuanjing who bought it, and Lin Mu naturally wanted to ask him for his opinion.

Yan Xuanjing didn't care at all, he nodded and watched Lin Mu carry the box to distribute toys to the little ones, and then turned to toss the door panels on the ground.

Lin Mu always seems to be able to find something to do, and live a lively life without being lonely at all.

Always busy, like a small spinning top.

When Yan Xuanjing heard the sound of dong dong, he looked back and saw that Di Xiu, who was sitting on the clown bed, put down the bamboo dragonfly and was spinning around with a tambourine in his arms.

Seeing Yan Xuanjing coming over, Di Xiu waved to him.

Yan Xuanjing sat down and leaned over.

Dixiu pointed to Lin Mu, then to his face, then raised his hand and put it on the side of his face.

Yan Xuanjing paused slightly and asked, "Tell me about Linmu?"

Di Xiu hurriedly nodded, sat down holding the tambourine, and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly.

It seems a little strange that you can only learn about your own children from others.

But Di Xiu didn't know what to do - obviously, Lin Mu didn't know how to get along with him either.

The son was a little cautious in front of him, Dixiu could see it.

Neither father and son knew how to face each other because they didn't have much understanding and no emotional foundation.

Even though Lin Mu has tried very hard to find a topic, he seems to think that the only thing he can tell his father is about his mother, and he always takes a few words about his own affairs.

Lin Mu himself is not the kind of man who can speak stand-up comics alone. Dixiu can't respond to him now. After he finished talking, he didn't know what to say, so he had to do something for him. matter.

For example, make some small toys, a small bed, show him the sunrise, help plant some elixir and so on.

Dixiu was somewhat anxious, but he also understood that it was useless to be anxious about this kind of thing.

Only when he has collected enough souls and bodies, at least he can speak.

But this is not a big problem. Di Xiu shook his hand while holding the tambourine, listening to the sound of the tambourine, and looked at the trees outside the yard.

They still have a long, long time to get along slowly.

"Lin Mu..." Yan Xuanjing pondered the wording, and after a while, he only stammered out a sentence, "He's a very good half-demon."

Dixiu: "..."

"… "

Yan Xuanjing also felt that what he said was a little too stupid.

He was silent for a while, not thinking about it at all.

"He was very lively, not like my father who likes to deliberately create fun." Yan Xuanjing's tone of voice was always cold and clear, but it was very peaceful, so peaceful that it seemed that he couldn't tell that he was giving it to his biological father. Buckle up, "His way of life is still like that of a human being."

For monsters like them, the matter of getting the door panel is basically done with a single trick. The trivial chores are either done by subordinates or have very convenient tricks. The things that need to be done by themselves are really pitiful.

So they are very idle and have nothing to do, so life is like a pool of stagnant water without fluctuations.

Even Yan Xuanjing had to admit that such a life is indeed very boring.

Therefore, many big monsters will choose to sleep for dozens or hundreds of years to kill time, but there are also some who don't, such as Yan Gui.

Although Yan Gui was always lying on the roof of the palace basking in the sun in a lazy manner, he never chose to sleep. He likes to be full of wild waves, jumping wherever there is excitement, and he can befriend him everywhere. friend.

However, the trees that grew up as human beings were different from them.

He is accustomed to doing everything by himself, rather than making tricks, so he is always very lively.

Yan Xuanjing paused after speaking, and then added: "But it didn't seem like this at first."

It wasn't like that at first.

Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu who was standing in the yard humming, and remembered that when the two of them met above, the whole house was quiet and empty, and even Lin Mu didn't like to talk much.

It's probably a person who has nothing to say.

"When I first met him, he was thinking of raising a dog to accompany him." Yan Xuanjing recalled what Da Hei told him and said, "His colleague said that he has no parents and that he has been alone for so many years. Lonely, he just wanted to raise a dog - at first he thought I was a stray dog with intelligence, and he always expected me to become a sperm."

The life expectancy will be very long.

to be with him for a long time.

Yan Xuanjing understood this feeling very well, it would be too difficult to live alone for a long time.

Friends, partners or family members, there should always be a few people who can accompany each other.

That's why most monsters don't like to approach humans.

Because human beings have almost the same intelligence and emotion as them, but their lifespans are extremely short.

They are not suitable to be friends, nor to be partners or family members.

Yan Xuanjing talked about Lin Mu intermittently, only to realize that he knew Lin Mu well without noticing it.

But also, Lin Mu is only so old, and he is young when he has experienced it. What a short life has brought him is a character that can be seen through at a glance.

an ordinary human being.

Kind enough, but also has his own small temper, there are things that cannot be forgiven, and at the same time, he is willing to reconcile with those who have confessed his mistakes.

This kind of character is somewhat softer than the monsters who grew up in the wilderness. After all, a lot of things happened to them, and they have not reached the point of reconciliation, either you are dead or I am dead.

Yokai, aggressiveness and combativeness are etched in the bones.

If he was Lin Mu, and being fooled by a monster like this, he would probably always hold grudges.

But Lin Mu forgave him.

Yan Xuanjing wondered if it was because the monsters who turned plants into spirits had such good personalities.

The nine-tailed fox sighed like this, and walked into Lin Mu's room with the kennel in its mouth when it was dark that day.

Then he was thrown out of the room by Lin Mu and the fox.

The little sapling stood at the door and smiled at him, revealing two sweet little pear vortexes, and then closed the door mercilessly.

Yan Xuanjing: "..."

How did that happen

Obviously with two emperors, Rihua and Yuehua should be doubled, and happiness should be doubled.

Why was he kicked out of the room after having double the amount of Emperor Hugh

The nine-tailed fox, who was thrown in the corridor, lay in the kennel for a while, and then went to the yard with the den in his mouth.

Forget it, Yan Xuanjing put the nest under the window of Lin Mu's room, looking at the misty moonlight in the yard, thinking that it would be good for him to drink soup.

When Lin Mu got up the next day, Dixiu had already woken up.

The little ginseng made shumai today, and it was hot in the pot, but people didn't stay in the kitchen.

Lin Mu opened the door with a sauerkraut in his mouth, and saw his father, Toffee and four little monsters jumping and jumping on rubber bands in the yard.

To be precise, only Lin Ginseng and Di Xiu were jumping around.

Lin Ginseng was teaching, while Dixiu was studying. The thickness of the toffee claws was just right. It was just right for holding the rope. He was probably caught by a strong man. The rubber band on his front leg was held by a stool leg, and he was lying on the ground with his claws on his back. , yawning drowsily.

Dixiu followed Lin Ginseng to dance, but because of the extremely incongruent relationship between his body proportions, the progress was not very smooth.

Noticing that Lin Mu was up, he turned his head and waved his arms at him, looking very lively and happy.

Lin Mu came out with the sauerkraut and watched them play. After eating and washing the dishes, he went into the yard to check a field of spirit medicine, turned his head and glanced at the other little monsters who were rubbing soap and blowing soap bubbles with his own hands. , couldn't help but smile.

Lin Mu washed his hands and pushed the little electric donkey out: "I'm going to work!"

The little ginseng responded with a milky voice, and ran to the edge of the forest with Dixiu in her arms.

Dixiu raised his hand.

Lin Mu squatted down with a smile and lowered his head.

Dixiu patted Lin Mu on the head.

If he could talk, he would probably say something like a smooth ride or come back early.

Lin Mu remembered the voice he heard in Di Hugo's memory before, stretched out his finger and lightly rubbed the little wooden man's shoulder twice, and stood up: "I'm leaving!"

"Okay~"

"Be careful on the forest road!"

Yan Xuanjing shook his ears, looked up at Lin Mu, swept across the white wrist strap on his wrist, made sure he was wearing it, then retracted his gaze, yawned, and continued to fall asleep.

Lin Mu was always used to arriving at the office early, although he was the only one in the office recently.

He cleaned the office that had been vacant for a weekend, opened the windows for ventilation, thought about it, and went to the reference room to move some information about the dragon veins, to see if there were any records of how to find the veins. It would be great if you could help the Imperial House.

He came down from the second floor with a stack of documents, opened the door of the stairwell, and saw a man wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a fat sportswear pushing the door and walking in.

Lin Mu put down the information. During this period of time, he has been very good at accepting strangely dressed people and monsters.

"Hello? Excuse me, are you here to do... "

The man took off his sunglasses and asked, "Hello, have you seen my imperial house?"

Lin Mu was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I sensed his breath, you..." The man finished speaking, his eyes fell on Lin Mu, then his eyes lit up, he strode over, stretched out his hands to hold Lin Mu's, and shook it vigorously, He said excitedly, "Hello, hello, little sapling, do you have any plans to go home with me? Or I can go home with you! Of course, you help me find the Imperial House, and you two go home with me. That would be the best!"

Lin Mu pulled out his hand and looked at him warily.

The visitor's eyes were sparkling, and Lin Mu somehow felt that if he had a tail, he would have turned into an electric fan.

Perhaps realizing his abruptness, he leaned over and introduced himself: "I'm a dragon, you can just call me Qin Chuan."