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If he hadn't known about Tengu's personality for a long time, Feng Chi would have felt that Tengu was playing tricks on him on purpose. But if you think about it carefully, this request of his own is really confusing. Feng Chi pursed his lips, feeling more depressed.
However, his body was extraordinarily honest, he stepped sideways over the tengu, and swept around the outcropping monsters.
Most of the monsters in the North Sea Swamp are ordinary animals cultivated into spirits, which are completely different from some ancient mythical beasts such as the Jiuying Brothers. Jiuying looks weird from the beginning, but the monsters here are probably missing arms and legs because of being punished, and they are acquired ugliness.
"Just him." Feng Chi pointed to a certain monster that was poking around.
Tengu glanced over and saw something first. On closer inspection, it's a leech. This leech is different from the ones in the ditches of ordinary rice fields. It is huge in size, and one can equal a pile of ordinary leeches. But Tiangou watched it several times, and still felt that it did not conform to Feng Chi's hobby.
It looks average, not ugly.
Tengu asked tentatively: "Mr. Feng, why don't you take a look again? We have better quality ones here."
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi always felt that Tiangu's words sounded a bit strange. But he didn't want to delve into it, he just said: "I remember that you have more than one leech here. Call all the leeches here."
Ten minutes later, Feng Chi was holding a mirror in his hand. Not far away, a large group of leeches dug into the soil and turned up again. Their elongated bodies were entangled, trying to make themselves sick. After such a scene lasted for a quarter of an hour, Tengu couldn't help but leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, is there any particularity to this?"
With a cold face, Feng Chi glanced directly over the leech and fell to the far end of the swamp, "No."
Tengu scratched his head in confusion, and said 'ohhh' twice.
He thought, maybe there is still something to pay attention to, but the details are deeper, and he can't understand it.
An hour later, there was a leech lying on the other companions in pain, looking at Feng Chi and Tiangou blankly, "Bosses, I really have no strength, and I'm about to vomit."
They are monsters, and their eyesight is too good. Although the mirror surface is black, it can still print the picture of their entanglement. They don't know who Feng Chi will be disgusted with, but they know that if this continues, they will disgust themselves to death.
Tengu: "This..."
He coughed in embarrassment, stood behind Feng Chi and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, are you satisfied? If not, let's change two more?"
Feng Chi glanced at his glasses and said hello.
Fairy Bureau.
Zhuo Guang sent away another monster who came to thank them with a gift, slumped on the chair and refused to get up, "These monsters are too polite, they come every day and bring gifts. I posted a piece of paper outside yesterday gone."
It was written on the paper that no gifts were accepted, but it was useless. For those monsters, the child had been lost for a long time, so long that they almost gave up, but at this time, the appearance of the Monster Management Bureau gave them hope and ushered in a new life. They really don't know how to repay such kindness.
"They are also excited. Honey, come and eat a piece of beef." Song Shujing lowered her eyes and fed a large piece of stewed beef into Xiao Yinglong's mouth. Zhuo Guang was amazed by the way she spoiled the child too much.
Song Shujing only looked like a girl at this time.
He looked away, and his eyes happened to land on Feng Chi's office door. Feng Chi has been away for seven or eight days, and there is no news at all halfway. If he hadn't known Feng Chi's whereabouts in advance, he would have thought that something had happened to Feng Chi.
He propped his chin up, picked up the cold milk tea and took a sip, "Why hasn't the boss come back?"
Without the boss and sister-in-law, his milk tea would be useless.
Obviously they all taste the same, but I don’t think it tastes as good as before.
Zhuo Guang sighed again and again, "I don't know if the Beihai signal is good, why don't we make a phone call to express our condolences?"
Song Shujing: "If you are not afraid of death, you can try."
Facts have proved that Zhuo Guang is actually afraid of death, but he is also really curious. After drinking the last sip of milk tea, he dropped the cup and changed his phone, and immediately dialed Feng Chi's phone. Surprisingly, Beihai's signal was able to connect. Although it was not very smooth, Zhuo Guang could still hear Feng Chi's voice and Feng Chi's words.
He chuckled twice, not talking nonsense with Feng Chi: "Boss, how is sister-in-law?"
Feng Chi looked down at the mirror in his hand.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but he vaguely felt that the little mirror was a little different from the previous two days. But where the difference is reflected, Feng Chi can't tell why. Then reluctantly think that the stimulus provided by Song Shujing is useful.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's all right, I'm just worried about you and my sister-in-law, so I'm here to ask. When will you come back, boss, then I'll make a welcome feast for my sister-in-law, with all kinds of snacks and snacks."
Feng Chi hung up the phone with a blank expression.
Whenever the little mirror comes out, it is time to go back.
When Ji Huan woke up, his whole body was sore and limp, and even the simple movement of raising his arm took a lot of time and effort. He was lying on the ground, the coolness slowly rose from the ground and penetrated into his skin from all directions, causing him to shiver.
Rubbing his eyes, the hazy cloud in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, he slowly got up from the ground, his eyes swept around.
Memories from more than 20 days ago began to recover.
He remembered that the demon mirror suddenly became abnormal, he couldn't reach out to get things, and no one could hear him shouting at the top of his voice. Later, not long after scolding Feng Chi for being a big fool, he fainted. This dizziness seemed to have been in a hazy sleep for a long time, and occasionally there was a warm light in the dream, as well as Feng Chi's face and voice. The rest, do not remember.
He scratched the back of his head, and was about to stretch his hand up to try to see if the barrier of the demon mirror was still there, but when he glanced at it, he was so scared that he almost ran away.
In front of him is a scale with a pattern, and the scale is shining finely in the moonlight. Looking to the side, there was a wound the size of an adult's palm on the thick body. The wound was not that big for the body, but it was white, and the thick water slowly flowed down the body into the swamp—
Ji Huan: "..."
Could it be that he suddenly became so powerful after sleeping that he could even take a picture of Feng Chi's prototype
If so, isn't this thing in front of you...
Ji Huan: "..."
It turns out that Feng Chi looks like this! A pus-feeding anaconda is not as good as a stone monster!
Ji Huan rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
But soon, when Ji Huan was about to look away and find something beautiful to wash his eyes, the anaconda in front of him suddenly changed from a huge one to a man. He was a completely different man from Feng Chi.
The man wore a straight head, exposing his muscular upper body. He put his hips on his hips and shouted in a rough voice: "Feng Chi, have you seen enough of your mother? I was punished for doing something wrong back then. I have been here for a hundred years and I have admitted it. But if you want to insult me like today, I will not agree!"
Feng Chi raised his eyes in silence, facing the anaconda's roar, he looked very calm, "Take another look, it's really disgusting."
"Feng Chi, is there something fucking wrong with you!" The anaconda frantically slapped its tail angrily, splashing foul-smelling mud, and Feng Chi took a quick step back, dodging the attack.
Feng Chi ignored the anaconda's fury, and just looked down at the small mirror. Just now, the small mirror seemed to light up.
Feng Chi frowned, thinking, could it really be that watching the anaconda too much has an effect? He turned his head and said to the disgusted Tengu, "Going to find other monsters will have a better effect than him."
Tiangou followed Feng Chi for more than 20 days, and he could immediately understand that the three words "good effect" were equal to "unbelievably ugly" and "unbelievably disgusting". He nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Feng, I'll make arrangements immediately."
For the next seven or eight days, Ji Huan felt Feng Chi's deep malice towards him. At the same time, he also expressed his disbelief that there are so many strange monsters in this broken place in front of him. Covering his mouth, he kicked and punched the barrier in the mirror. The barrier made a loud noise when it was hit, but no one could notice. Ji Huan collapsed on the ground exhausted, and the moonlight fell on him. Although it was very comfortable, it still couldn't soothe his wounded heart.
In the early morning, the full moon in the sky was shining brightly, illuminating the entire North Sea. The monsters in the swamp poked their heads out of the mud and whispered, "The moon is so bright today."
On the other side, Feng Chi, as usual, put on a mirror and looked up and down at a toad twice. Toad twisted his body in embarrassment. He had committed a crime before and was struck by lightning several times, and his face was smashed. I didn't expect this broken face to be useful today. He thoughtfully asked Feng Chi: "Mr. Feng, I can still make funny faces, do you want to see it?"
Feng Chi's mouth twitched, and he almost missed the mirror.
But Toad didn't give him a chance to refuse, and the next second the grimace was already formed.
Ji Huan, who had been tortured for more than ten days, finally couldn't help turning around and bending over, foaming at the mouth. In fact, this toad is not very ugly, but he has experienced a lot in the past few days, and he will really not be able to bear it for a while.
Just as Feng Chi was about to yell at Toad to stop, the mirror in his hand flickered and suddenly became brighter, and then a small black dot appeared in his sight. Feng Chi looked intently, and the little black spot wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his pajamas in resentment, then remembered something, picked up the white shirt on the ground and covered his mouth, for fear of foaming at the mouth again.
At this moment, Feng Chi didn't know what mood he was in, and it was inevitable to breathe a sigh of relief. The small black spot disappeared so suddenly, which made him a little confused and worried for a long time. Besides that, he felt strangely unhappy.
When Feng Chi was in a daze, Ji Huan finally recovered with difficulty. He clutched his chest and threw away Feng Chi's white shirt, and stomped on it twice, "Feng Chi, you bastard!"
Feng Chi, who was scolded quietly, raised his eyebrows, and the only bit of secret displeasure disappeared without a trace in an instant. He lowered his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Does it look good?"
It took Ji Huan a while to realize that Feng Chi was speaking to himself, he raised his head and scolded angrily: "Feng Chi, I'm going to fuck you, you shameless bastard—"
With a twist of Feng Chi's wrist, the mirror happened to shine on the giant shipworm on the right that was waiting to be favored.
Ji Huan: "...vomit!"