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There are not many employees in the Bureau of Demon Control, and with Feng Chiman's full force, there are only five people. Besides Song Shujing, there were two teenagers in the hall who looked almost identical, no more than eighteen. A slightly shorter boy poked his head out from behind Song Shujing, blinking his eyes, "Is this mirror the demon mirror recorded in the history books?"
Soon after lunch, Song Shujing went to the Zangshu Pavilion inside the Demon Management Bureau. The so-called Zangshu Pavilion is actually an attic full of books, and the books inside are stacked to the brim and messy. Song Shujing ate a lot of dust before she found a book that recorded all kinds of treasures in the demon world. As a result, when I turned it over, I found the demon mirror.
Now almost all employees of the Demon Control Bureau know that Feng Chi has a demon mirror.
Song Shujing quickly covered her face, and replied vaguely, "It must be, if you want to see how ugly your prototype is, hurry up, don't take pictures of me!"
Except for Song Shujing, all the demon management bureaus are in a particularly good mood. And I am very satisfied with my prototype. Their prototypes are all in the mighty category, and they are a little eager to try at the moment.
Feng Chi glanced at Zhuo Guang who was rubbing his hands with the flies, and under the bright gaze of the other party, he stuffed the mirror into his hand, but he didn't forget to say, "Hurry up."
Without further ado, Zhuo Guang took a photo on the faces of the two brothers.
Immediately afterwards, a scream almost pierced Feng Chi's eardrum.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Feng Chi: "..."
When the short boy saw his own body in the mirror, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pulled his elder brother a few steps closer. In the mirror, eighteen snake heads with scales inlaid together, spitting out bright red snake letters with ferocious faces.
Ji Huan's pupils constricted suddenly, then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
As soon as Zhuo Guang came closer, he only had time to see the eighteen snake heads, and then he noticed that the mirror went black and there was nothing left. Let alone prototypes, even their faces were not printed.
He poked at the mirror, "What's the matter? Wasn't it still able to take a picture just now? Why is the mirror dark? But one thing to say, you two look really scary when you two get together."
The teenage twins are named Shijiu and Shiying respectively. The main body is the evil beast Jiuying. Rumor has it that Jiuying is evil and ferocious, and has nine heads.
Younger brother Shi Ying touched his baby-fat face and muttered, "It's okay, he's much more majestic and handsome than I am now."
Feng Chi listened to the conversation between the two employees, then looked at the little mirror stuck in Zhuo Guang's hand, and vaguely guessed what was going on.
This is to be fainted, right
Feng Chi took back the demon mirror, casually glanced at the demons, and asked, "Didn't you hear anything just now?"
Zhuo Guang scratched his head, "What's that sound?"
Feng Chi didn't say much when he heard the words, "It's nothing."
Ji Huan was frightened by the Jiuying brothers and lay down for three hours before waking up. The moment before he opened his eyes, there seemed to be eighteen snake heads approaching him.
Feng Chi leaned back on the chair in the office and closed his eyes to rest, when he suddenly noticed something flickering in front of him. He opened his eyes, and saw that the original dark mirror had returned to its original state, and his facial features and appearance could be printed in one click.
Then, his eyes locked on the little black dot.
The little black spot hugged her knees aggrievedly, and couldn't stop muttering: "Why did no one tell me that there are such terrifying monsters in the Monster Management Bureau..."
What on earth is the author of "Monster Rampant" doing? Didn't he even write about the most important thing, the Monster Control Bureau
Before that, Ji Huan didn't even know that the Bureau of Demon Control had twins.
Still a pair of such terrifying twins.
As Ji Huan was talking, he found a face appeared in front of his eyes.
With his chin raised, he stared hard at Feng Chi's handsome face to wash his eyes, "Boss asked me to look twice more, I'm about to go blind."
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by that hot gaze. But Ji Huan said that washing his eyes is washing his eyes, and he would never stop staring at him for half an hour.
Half an hour later, Feng Chi's face froze. Ji Huan finally withdrew his eyes with unsatisfactory expressions.
Also hit it under the mouth.
"So lovely."
Feng Chi reached out his hand to cover the mirror silently, and there was another muffled groan from the mirror.
When it was time to get off work, Ji Huan was taken home by Feng Chi. He casually threw the small mirror on the sofa in the bedroom, and then threw a pillow on it, barely covering the sight of the little black spots in the mirror. However, although the line of sight was partially blocked, various voices could be heard clearly.
There is a slight friction when the slippers step on the carpet, and there will be a 'click' when the door handle is pressed. The shower in the bathroom was turned on, and the warm water splashed on the ground—
Ji Huan could even picture Feng Chi taking a bath.
The picture in his mind became more and more ambiguous, Ji Huan coughed twice and covered his burning ears.
No, good socialist young people can't keep thinking about these colorful things.
So, a very upright socialist young man was buried under his pillow for a whole night and a day. When Feng Chi left home the next day, he didn't seem to remember that he left behind a small mirror. Hearing the sound of locking the door, Ji Huan couldn't help sighing inwardly.
Feng Chi, the big villain, really didn't care about him as a big baby, just like what was written in the novel.
waste.
Ji Huan was lying on the ground, probably because the mirror was being pressed by the pillow all the time, and his chest felt a little stuffy. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but when Feng Chi left, leaving him alone at home, Ji Huan felt more and more dull in his chest when he was bored.
He turned over on the spot and rolled, but the oppressive feeling never dissipated.
In desperation, Ji Huan could only stare up at the sky.
Suddenly, the tips of his ears moved.
"Beep beep—"
"Hi Ji Huan, I'm System 221, I was too hasty when I met last time, and I haven't had time to say hello to you."
Ji Huan blinked at the familiar mechatronic sound, and hurriedly said hello.
"Hello 221."
"I only have five minutes to rest, do you have anything to ask me? Hurry up."
Ji Huan slowly frowned, "According to the general novel flow, aren't you always by my side, watching the progress of my task?"
221 laughed when he heard the words.
The short laughter was stuck in two paragraphs, which sounded extremely weird.
"However, we don't need you to complete the task. What we ask of you is also what you should have. Just live. There are still three minutes, hurry up."
Ji Huan was confused for a moment, but he didn't dare to hesitate at the moment. He also tried to call 221 in his heart before, but there was no result. It seemed that the system that suddenly appeared before was just a dream of his. Now that 221 appeared by himself, he couldn't miss this opportunity.
"Can I get out of the mirror?"
"Can."
"Then... how do I get out?"
"As long as you have cultivated to a certain level, you will be able to leave the mirror. You have three cultivation methods, greed, merit, and aura. Ah, the time is up, I'm leaving first, and I'll see you next time when I'm on vacation."
The sound is interrupted with a click. Ji Huan touched his nose, thinking that he probably belonged to the poor little one who was freed.
He sighed in his heart, and then began to wonder what 221 said about greed, merit and aura.
In "Monster Rampage", there are descriptions of the cultivation methods of these monsters. The villains usually use the greed of monsters or humans to help them fulfill their wishes, and then charge a price. And like the protagonist of "Monster Rampant", Gongshou uses helping others to gain the belief of others. In other words, the more beliefs, the more merits, the more powerful.
Both of the above are not suitable for Ji Huan.
Ji Huan at this moment is like a mirror, unable to move.
So, there is only one last way left.
Feng Chi didn't come back that night. The window of Feng Chi's bedroom was left open, the night wind lifted the curtains and let the moonlight into the room. Ji Huan, who was resting with his eyes closed, vaguely felt a light falling on his eyelids, and opened his eyes in confusion.
The sofa is facing the window, and the moonlight falls on the sofa.
Probably because the pillow did not press the mirror tightly, and one corner was slightly tilted, and the ray of moonlight penetrated into the empty space like a silk thread, and all fell on the mirror. Ji Huan felt warm all over his body, and under the warm and soft touch, he almost closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
But Ji Huan soon realized that something was wrong, jumped up from the ground quickly, poked his head out and looked out vigorously. The moonlight illuminated the room, Ji Huan struggled to find an angle, and finally understood what was going on.
The last method of cultivation mentioned in 221 is also the slowest, most comfortable and most suitable method for salted fish.
Just bask in the moonlight.
Ji Huan yawned. After spending most of the night in the sun, he felt relaxed, and even the pressure in his chest disappeared. He lay on his back on the ground, stretched his arms to relax, and suddenly there was a Duang sound in his ear.
In an instant, countless moonlights surrounded it from all directions, wrapping the small mirror inside.
Ji Huan sat up cross-legged in confusion, and unexpectedly found that the pillow that was pressing on him had rolled from the sofa to the floor. He looked down at his hands, probably because he raised his lower arm just now...
That being said, it seemed like he did feel his fingers touch something.
After realizing this, Ji Huan immediately got up from the ground and subconsciously turned twice to express his excitement. It was also at this time that the small mirror doubled on the spot, and immediately stood up.
The picture in front of Ji Huan changed from the ceiling to a coffee table.
Ji Huan's reaction was extremely quick, and he took two steps to the right. After DuangDuang made two taps, his vision changed again.
He almost cried with joy!
He, Ji Huan, was finally able to move by himself after being trapped in the mirror for several days!
Moved!
Ji Huan, who deeply felt the benefits of the moonlight bath, spread his legs and ran to the window sill, but things were not that simple. Ji Huan, who used to run a thousand meters without any special reaction, only ran for a few seconds before losing most of his strength. He sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
A few minutes later, he jumped forward with all his strength, the small mirror clanged on the soft quilt, and the dark quilt buried him. Ji Huan quietly rolled on the quilt twice, like a kitten who finally got a soft quilt after sleeping in the open air for half its life, spread out its limbs to reveal its soft belly.
Ease corrupts.
Ji Huan lay on the quilt, yawning with his mouth covered, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
The next day, Ji Huan woke up only when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. He widened his eyes suddenly, and soon noticed the footsteps in the living room getting closer.
Ji Huan gasped, and rolled off the bed in a panic.
It must be that Feng Chi, who didn't come home at night, came back.
If Feng Chi saw a mirror suddenly appearing on his bed, with Feng Chi's personality, he might be chopped into pieces right away!
Ji Huan didn't pay attention in his anxiety and panic, he stepped on the ground, and the mirror immediately rolled to the edge of the sofa. He didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped onto the sofa vigorously, but when he got up, he found that the pillow was still on the ground.
Ji Huan: "..."
How do I pick up this pillow
The author has something to say: Ji Huan: I can finally move freely.
Feng Chi: Well, do it yourself.