Lin Mu glanced at the gentle expression on his father's face, and always felt that this should not be the case.
He pinched Toffee's face and asked in a low voice, "Really?"
"… "
It's not really possible to think with your feet.
Who would like to be beaten - although Yan Gui's hobby is indeed a bit weird, isn't it true that the boudoir is not a good thing.
I can't see Di Xiuwen's gentle and considerate appearance, and his heart is actually quite dark.
Yan Xuanjing was silent for a while, after thinking about it, he still nodded his conscience.
Yan Xuanjing will never die.
What about Yan Gui and what about him, Yan Xuanjing!
Lin Mujian nodded suspiciously, and after saying hello to his father, he looked up at the meowing ball, turned his head into the glass room with the toffee in his head, and sorted out the goods to be shipped tomorrow.
While observing Yan Xuanjing's use of demon power to hold the flowerpot and trying to observe and study, several little monsters in the family came over with a few empty pots and looked at Lin Mu eagerly.
Lin Mu was taken aback and looked at the new soil in the empty basin: "What's the matter?"
"I... We want that too!" Xiao Shao sounded like a mosquito, his face flushed red after saying a word, pinching the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Lin Mu.
These little monsters, apart from Lin Ginseng, almost never made any requests to Lin Mu.
Very timid to even communicate, let alone try to ask for something.
Usually when something happens, it is almost always told by the little ginseng on their behalf.
Sometimes when Lin Mu thinks about these little monsters who are always hiding in the glass greenhouse, he always has the illusion that he is very ferocious.
Otherwise, why do these little monsters keep avoiding him.
To be precise, he didn't seem to be avoiding him alone. Toffee and Dixiu were also avoided.
But Qin Chuan had a good time with these little monsters.
Maybe it's because he's not naive enough.
Lin Mu thought about it, looked at the flower pots in the hands of the little monsters, squatted down slightly, and rubbed the head of the little mimosa.
"Do you want a water baby?" Lin Mu said.
Little Mimosa was stunned for a while, not understanding what Water Baby was.
"It's that little ball."
"Hey..." Little Mimosa responded and nodded slightly, "Yes."
Lin Mu put down the pot in the little mimosa's hand, took his little hand into the house, and handed him all the water babies of various colors that he had collected over the past few days.
Lin Mu said: "You can soak these in water, usually for half an hour. If you soak them for a long time, they will deform and give birth to babies."
Little Mimosa was stunned for a while: "Little... little baby?"
Lin Mu nodded: "Yes."
The little mimosa was full of amazement, carefully holding the bags of small pellets, turned her head and went downstairs.
Lin Mu looked at the back of his running down, and was dazed for a while, and then showed a small smile.
The saying that the water baby will give birth to a baby after being soaked for a long time is still what his mother told him.
His reaction at the time was almost identical to that of the little mimosa.
Lin Mu stood up, glanced at the photo standing on the bedside table, thought about it, opened the photo frame, took out the photo of himself and his mother inside, put it in the album, and took out a single sheet from his childhood from the album. Taking a photo of the person, he took out the scissors from the drawer.
He cut himself out, took out all the photo albums, rummaged for a while, picked out a photo of his father and mother, and glued himself into it.
Lin Mu doesn't like to take pictures. Every time his mother wants to take a picture of it, he agrees very reluctantly, so that in almost every photo, he has a column of expressions of reluctance and displeasure.
The father behind him is watching his mother tenderly and attentively, and his mother smiles brightly and brightly at the camera.
Lin Mu carefully glued himself on, and after he was glued, he looked at himself, looking left and right no matter how he looked, he felt that his unhappy expression was quite discordant.
It's like a third party who is abruptly intervened between father and mother.
That's it.
The third person in this picture looks like a big vinegar vat that is full of vinegar and unhappy.
Lin Mu whispered a few words, dried the glue, snapped the photo into the frame, and closed the frame gently.
"I can't return it anyway, so just accept me as a third party." Lin Mu put the photo frame on the bedside, admired it for a while, and went downstairs contentedly.
A branch of Di Xiu fluttered on the windowsill. Di Xiu, who was standing beside the swing and whispered to Qin Chuan, gave a slight pause, lowered his eyes and revealed a light and extremely gentle smile.
There seemed to be a dazzling water light in his eyes, like crushed diamonds under the sun.
The wind swept across the yard and brushed the treetops, and a tiny sigh could be vaguely heard in the rustling.
Qin Chuan looked up at Di Xiu, shook the swing, and said, "Do you have an idea for me with such a beautiful smile?"
Di Xiu heard the words and glanced at him lightly.
Qin Chuan heard a few weak meows, glanced at the swaying branches wrapped in a ball shape, raised his hand and pinched his mouth.
In the golden autumn of September, the autumn tigers are coming.
Humans struggled for nearly two months on this side, and finally chose to accept Yan Gui's proposal, and they released the video of the statement.
Lin Mu picked and picked and delivered some pots of Qiuju that were growing quite well at home to old customers.
In the end, after hesitating again and again, I discussed it with my father, and also sent two pots to the two uncles, which was considered to be a little personal exchange.
There are also some common varieties that cannot be sold for a few dollars, so Linmu simply moved a few pots to the office.
After soliciting the opinions of Wu Gui and Da Hei, he added a flower arrangement to the office, and he also placed a few pots of hanging green plants outside the window sills of several windows. The drooping became a vibrant fringe.
"I brought a few pots of Qiuju today!"
As Lin Mu opened the door of the office, he just put out a few pots of autumn chrysanthemums in the gauze bag and was about to move them to the flower arrangement by the windowsill when he heard a knock on the door.
Wu Gui is in a good mood recently, because his son's injury that has dragged on for so many years is finally showing signs of recovery. The whole person is humming some tones that Lin Mu can't understand every day. People are happy events that are visible to the naked eye.
Wu Gui stepped forward to open the door, and paused after seeing the little girl standing outside the door.
The little girl looked very nervous. She took a pen and looked a little frightened. She glanced at Wu Gui cautiously, then quickly retracted her gaze and said, "I, I, I... I'm here for a routine investigation."
"Researchers?" After Da Hei finished speaking, he glanced at the little girl who was startled by his sudden voice, and muttered, "Why did you send such a timid person here this year?"
Wu Gui checked the little girl's work card, thinking that since she is so timid, let Lin Mu go.
"forest!"
Lin Mu, who had just put the flower pot on the flower arrangement, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"
Wu Guichong beckoned him: "Come here and accompany this little girl on a research trip."
"Research?" Lin Mu was at a loss for a moment, "What kind of research?"
"Only once a year, the survey on more than a dozen hilltops in the vicinity is mainly to find out what monsters are hiding in the mountains who have not entered human society, and those who have not entered the home to let them enter the home, and those who have entered the home but have not been found. Do the missing person treatment and count how many there are."
Lin Mu nodded and understood.
This is actually to count how many monsters need to be sold out.
After all, the household needs to be managed, but many monsters are caught off guard when they die, and they are basically eaten.
Lin Mu washed his hands, took the information that Da Hei handed him to him, turned his head out of the office, and said hello to the little girl sent by Humans to monitor statistics.
"Hello, my surname is Lin, and I'm a half-demon."
"Hey?" The little girl was stunned, nodded, and shook hands with Lin Mu, still very nervous, "Hello, hello, my surname is Chen."
Lin Mu smiled at her and turned to stop the car.
It takes more than 40 minutes to drive from the office to the mountains. Lin Mu saw that the girl was carrying a large bag, and knew that this kind of statistical work was probably as difficult and tiring as going out into the wild.
"Why are you entering the mountains at this time?" the taxi driver asked strangely, "It has been foggy in the mountains for the past two days and it is not safe."
Lin Mu was stunned for a moment, took out the map in the hand of the street officer, took a look, and found that the mark representing Nie Shen stayed in City A.
He put away the map in his hand and said, "It looks good because of the fog."
The driver muttered a few words like a young man, and was called by Lin Mu to stop.
Lin Mu got out of the car and went to buy a watermelon.
As the driver said, they had just checked out and got out of the car, and when they looked up, there was a hazy fog.
At the beginning, Da Hei and the others set up the formation, and the formation that enveloped the dozen or so hills did not withdraw, because there were many monsters in the mountains, and after hearing that the Great Wilderness was safe, they had no plans to go back and planned to settle directly in the Central Plains.
The number of monsters was seriously exceeded, and since the formation was set up, it was simply not taken back.
Now that they want to enter and exit regularly, they must register with the person guarding the formation and enter through the entrance of the formation.
Lin Mu put everything in his hand into a small gauze bag and led the way in front of him. The little girl followed behind him and took out a bunch of messy instruments from his backpack. As soon as he opened it, the instrument sent out a sharp alarm.
Lin Mu was startled, turned to look at her, and pointed to the instruments: "What's going on?"
The little girl turned off the instrument in a panic, wanting to cry without tears: "It's an alarm for the level of danger—there's something wrong with the fog."
"Yeah." Lin Mu nodded and asked her, "It's your first time out on the field?"
The little girl looked quite frightened and nodded: "...Yes."
"It doesn't matter." Lin Mu reassured him so, turning his head to look at the fog, passing through a sparse forest, and saw a very simple forest hut.
They both walked in and registered.
The human guarding said: "The fog in the mountains suddenly appeared two days ago. So far, there is nothing unusual, and no monsters in the mountains have come out to ask for help, but it is still unknown, so be careful."
Lin Mu nodded, turned to look at the nervous little girl, and suggested, "How about... I'll go alone?"
The little girl was stunned, hesitated for two seconds, then shook her head.
Lin Mu turned his head and poured a glass of warm water for her: "Then calm down first... You are so afraid of bad things now, some little monsters like to scare timid people like you the most."
The little girl took the glass of water and was stunned for a while, and seemed to be a lot calmer.
After drinking the water, she took up her bag again.
They walked for a while into the mountains, and a few little monsters who knew Lin Mu saw him from a distance, and ran over happily.
Lin Mu took out the documents that needed to be counted and asked them what happened in the mountains recently.
After the question was over, he gave each of the little monsters a candy.
The little girl was taken aback by his series of operations, and asked in a low voice beside him, "Are all monsters like this?"
As Lin Mu crossed out his name and wrote a note, he asked, "What do you think it is?"
"The seniors who came to work in the past said that the monsters here are very arrogant and unfriendly to humans, but I think it's okay..."
"Yeah." Lin Mu nodded, "That's actually true."
It's just that it's different when he's there. Many little monsters here have received his favor through the little ginseng. During the time when they first planted the elixir, the little ginseng carried the elixir into the mountains every few minutes, and those who helped him Little friends and old tree friends.
Almost all of those who have never received favors knew him because of Yan Xuanjing.
"Because humans are not very good to monsters," Lin Mu said.
The little girl followed Lin Mu, and took out the file she wanted to register, and asked curiously, "You just said you were a half-demon."
Lin Mu nodded: "Yes."
"I heard seniors say that the half-demon will not be tolerated by both humans and monsters."
"Well... it depends on luck." Lin Mu said, "I am lucky, but I know someone who is unlucky."
"Have you seen this fog?" Lin Mu asked.
The little girl nodded.
"This fog is the unlucky ghost." Lin Mu shouted, "Nie Shen!"
The fog in the forest suddenly surged up, and after a few seconds, a path was cleared for them.
Some of the dead branches and gravel on the road were cleared away, not to mention the drooping thorns and thorny plants.
Lin Mu looked at this road and was a little surprised.
Nie Shenda has not come back since the last time he ran away. During this period of time, he has done a lot of things. Not only did he do some things to prevent disputes, but occasionally he was able to catch his traces in some natural disasters.
Perhaps he discovered the benefits of merit. After the organization built for him came out, he also consciously left traces that belonged to him to prove that he did these things.
Lin Mu actually had no real feeling for these things, and he didn't even think about what would happen to him when he saw Nie Shen again.
Because Yan Gui said at the beginning, Nie Shen, a half-demon, is just like a stubborn donkey, and can't turn a single muscle.
But that doesn't seem to be the case now.
Lin Mu took a step forward, and the little girl followed behind him, looking at this magical picture in amazement.
Lin Mu followed the path left for him by the fog and found Nie Shen on the edge of a cliff.
Nie Shen sat on the edge of the cliff, staring at the gentle slope below, shrouded in mist, in a daze.
Aware that Lin Mu was coming, he turned his head, first glanced at Lin Mu, and then his eyes lightly brushed over the humans who were following Lin Mu.
Those eyes were empty and cold, just like looking at a worthless ant.
The little girl took a few steps back, not daring to go any further, she just found a place that looked safe and sat down, far away from Nie Shen.
Lin Mu didn't say anything, but he felt that Nie Shen's whole person had gotten a lot better.
- This is good, probably reflected in the fact that the unpleasant gloom in him has dissipated a lot.
He still seemed a little out of tune with the world.
But compared to the gloomy and gloomy look that people can't help but avoid when they see it, the sense of alienation is much better now.
Lin Mu walked to Nie Shen's side in a few steps, took out the watermelon he bought halfway from the gauze bag, opened the melon with his bare hands, took two more spoons, and gave half of the watermelon to Nie Shen.
Lin Mu dug a spoonful, watched Nie Shen imitate him and dug a spoonful, and asked while eating the melon, "It looks like you have something to gain?"
Nie paused, nodded, looked away from the watermelon, and looked at the mist-shrouded forest below.
The white mist is continuous, and it is gently drifted by the wind. The green of the mountains and forests can be seen from these shallow mists, and occasionally you can see the traces of a few water swamps.
"I remembered something."
He looked at the picture under the cliff without blinking.
"I remembered something I shouldn't have forgotten."
He finally remembered, when he occasionally tried to recall something, what kind of gentle and splendid colors were at the bottom covered by layers of blood.
He remembered that Mengze's sky and water were the same clear color.
I remembered that when Luanfeng brushed across the sky, the burning tail feathers would accidentally scrape through the misty mist and fall into the water, turning into a fire under the water, quietly and magnificently throbbing.
Thinking of the moment when he was bouncing behind his mother and tripped over a naughty vine, he would fall into a soft white mist.
Then someone will pat his head gently and hum a song softly and softly.
tell him.
No pain, no pain.