I Became an Anonymous Boss

I became an anonymous boss Author: Apple Flavored Coffee

One door, two worlds.

This is the story of a modern young man who prostitutes monsters for free. When he traveled in another world, he fooled too many people.

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book aka

"He just wants to be a jerk"

"The reading comprehension ability between people cannot be generalized"

"You never know what other people see you in the end"

"What kind of experience is the life of always being misunderstood as a boss"

"On How a Righteous and Kind Young Man Was Rumored to Be a Demonic Giant"

Chapter 1 Guess what?

Qingming Meiyu, drizzle started.

After the rain, the mountain road is very rugged, in an ancient mountain temple.

On the bluestone-colored floor, a young man sat cross-legged, with a sword across his knees.

He wore a blue and white sword robe, his long hair was tied up, his facial features were beautiful and soft, he didn't have sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he didn't look fierce, and his posture of sitting in the temple intertwined with light and shadow added a touch of dust and elegance to him. temperament.

Overall, he's very photogenic.

The young man closed his eyes, listening to the voice.

Listening to the sound of water dripping from the eaves, listening to the sound of rain hitting the leaves and flowers, listening to the sound of animals jumping in the bushes, every ray of sound spread out a ripple, listening quietly, it is composed by nature nice note.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and read slowly.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by want to lose their souls. Asking where is the restaurant, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village..."

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, echoed in the mountain temple.

Shirataki opened his eyes, looking at the empty surroundings.

...Today, there are still no literary and art masters who come to listen to him copying poems to pretend to be aggressive.

...I have listened to the nature concert for more than a day.

...It is too difficult to live without electricity and internet.

He only hated that the mobile phone he brought couldn't be turned on, and he had to learn to meditate in this technologically backward world.

His posture is regarded as a first-class standard among Buddhist believers, coupled with the detached expression brought by the Buddhist mentality, if the abbot of any temple sees him, he will shout that this son is destined to be with the Buddha, and hurry up to become a monk.

You are so housebound that you can talk to the sword, can you not be Buddhist?

Shirataki put away his lost and bored mood, raised his eyes, and saw the small animals under the eaves outside the door.

A red-haired fox was shaking off the rain, staring into the mountain temple with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

This little guy is very beautiful and full of spirituality. He looked at the mountain temple and hid outside the door to observe secretly.

It didn't enter, as if it was afraid of Shirataki and the weapon in his hand, or it was afraid of the mountain god sculpture behind him.

The mountain god does not refer to the land god. In some places, it refers to the beast after the spirit of the mountain has become a spirit.

Wild beasts in the mountains make trouble, so we should rule the beasts with beasts.

Therefore, the titles of mountain gods in many places refer to the most powerful beasts in that mountain.

The sculpture of the mountain god in this mountain is a platinum hanging forehead worm, that is, a tiger, and it is a rare white tiger. It may have a trace of the blood of the Western holy beast, or it may be just albinism.

But the mountain god does exist, and the breath in the temple of the mountain god deters the beasts in the mountain, so the red fox dare not enter.

Bai Taki waved to the little red fox: "Come in, it won't be angry."

After hearing this, the little fox pricked up his ears, then stretched out his paws and put them into the door. After confirming that there was no movement, he walked in along the corner of the wall, hid under the wall on the first floor, wrapped his body around, and hugged him. Holding his own tail, combing the hair on it, and looking at Shirataki out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he didn't move, and he didn't approach or stay away. He just looked at the tiger sculpture, and there seemed to be something like this A ray of human mourning.

This red fox is so smart, it may not be far from becoming a spirit.

Shirataki closed his eyes again, and there was a small animal to accompany him, and he could talk to comfort his boredom.

After closing his eyes and listening for a moment, he heard the long-awaited sound.

footsteps.

……

On the rugged mountain road, a figure dragged its tired steps.

Holding a broken sword in his hand.

The wound dripped bright red.

Lan Xiangxue walked forward with difficulty.

Looking inside at this moment, the corners of the lips couldn't help showing bitterness.

Six ribs were broken, the lungs and viscera were damaged, Zifu had a dull pain, and was injured by Jin Shengyuzhen.

The sea of ​​energy in the dantian was almost exhausted, and his power plummeted by [-]%, and it would be difficult to recover within a few months.

Looking at the trauma again, there are dozens of sword wounds on the body, and the wounds have been soaked white by the rain.

Even though the bleeding was temporarily stopped for a while, after ten hours of traveling, the wound has been torn open again.

The wound medicine and supplies had been lost during the escape, and only a broken sword was left in his hand.

The drizzle was continuous, her skirt was half wet, and the coldness entered her heart and spleen, as if her blood was also cooled.

……cold!so cold!

Her teeth collided up and down, and her body shivered unconsciously because of the cold.

The cold rain at the end of autumn and the drenched clothes are depriving the body of warmth.

The girl's lips were pale, and she looked at the ancient bluestone road, not knowing where this road would lead.

All she knew was that she needed a place to rest, and it would be best if she could warm herself up and treat her wounds.

Otherwise, she would die in this deserted and barren mountain.

Although she escaped so far, she didn't have time to deal with the traces all the way. She just broke through the encirclement and faced endless pursuit at any time.

She climbed halfway up the mountain, her feet were weak, and she almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Ahead is a mountain temple.

Her eyes lit up slightly, at least she had a place to shelter from the rain.

Maybe I can start a fire and deal with the injury.

She thought so, moved her almost numb legs, and moved to the front of the mountain temple, but when her palms were placed in front of the open wooden door, her keen instinct as a killer issued a warning, she subconsciously straightened her back, stretched Tighten the scapular muscles.

She condensed her sharp eyes and looked at the people in the mountain temple.

a youth.

The white sword robe was spotless, his facial features were straight, his eyes were downcast, and he was carefully wiping the sword in his hand.

Beside him, there is a small stove, burning a teapot, and the white mist is lingering.

As if hearing the sound of someone coming, he raised his eyes, which turned out to be a pair of different-colored pupils.

The pupil of the right eye is pitch black, and the pupil of the left eye is a magnificent red like the setting sun.

The young man sat at the junction of light and darkness, exuding an unfathomable mystery.

Half of his body was hidden in the faint sunlight, and the weapon in his hand reflected a breathtaking cold light.

Lan Xiangxue could recognize this sword at a glance.

There are countless swordsmen in the world, and each famous sword is equivalent to the identity of a swordsman, and it is also an inseparable symbol of them.

He just sat in the mountain temple, making tea and wiping his sword, as if waiting for a guest to arrive.

When this scene came into view, Lan Xiangxue's heart immediately shuddered.

...he was waiting for me.

She thought so.

...is a beautiful girl.

Shirataki thought to himself.

Looking at the girl's appearance at this time, it can be said that she is in a state of embarrassment. The thin clothes have been wet by the rain. Under the transparent shirt, there is a youthful but still proud figure.

But this hazy beauty like a beauty out of the bath was destroyed by her blood-stained clothes and scars on her body.

It also made Shirataki frown slightly, he has been here for a while.

Although all kinds of vendettas are indispensable in this world, isn't it too much for a [-]-year-old girl?

It has been several days, and it is not easy to meet a living person in this wilderness, a beautiful girl, who has been injured like this.

There was a trace of unbearable in his eyes.

Shirataki said kindly: "Aren't you going to come in?"

He planned to imitate the tone of the boss of Hearthstone, and wanted to say, 'Come in and roast your feet by the fire, let's have a handful of Gwent'.

However, he was interrupted before he could speak. He needed to maintain the demeanor of a master and not reveal his essence.

Lan Xiangxue also noticed the change in his expression, and she saw some clues from the frowning eyes of the other party.

This seemingly well-intentioned inquiry was exactly the metaphor of "please enter the urn, don't run away" in her ears.

There is a strange atmosphere everywhere in this mountain temple. The more calm the other party is, the more she feels that death is approaching.

But now she doesn't have the strength to run away again!

She clenched the broken sword tightly and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

Bai Taki felt strange in his heart, and said in a pretentious manner: "Guess?"