The house is money, the story is life

weeks later.It was raining heavily.

When Zhou Tang returned to Weiqiu's agency with his body full of moisture, Xia Shi was sitting barefoot on the sofa in the living room, holding a nail clipper in his left hand and cutting his nails. lift.His left hand was unsteady, and it was extremely difficult to cut one nail. Zhou Tang was afraid that he would cut the flesh, so he hurriedly stopped him, hurried upstairs, changed into dry clothes, went downstairs and sat on the sofa, and took the nail clippers from Xia Shi's hand , took his little hand and carefully repaired it for him.

Xia Shi has been growing very slowly these days, and he still looks like he was thirteen or fourteen years old. His hands are still small, but his fingers are quite long, with well-defined joints. They are cold in his hands, and his nails are slightly long and transparent. I cut it in a mess.Zhou Tang watched carefully, and couldn't help but smile.

Xia Shi ignored him, put his feet on Zhou Tang's lap, leaned on the sofa, and let Zhou Tang polish his nails round.Zhou Tang lowered his head and pressed the nail clippers gently and seriously, the hair on his forehead was still a little wet.He watched quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where did you go today?"

"I went to look around Xie Shaosong's house." Zhou Tang replied truthfully, "The piece of wood spirit given to Xie Shaosong has not returned yet, so I am a little concerned."

"He won't come back." Xia Shi replied, "He was given away by Xie Shaosong, and he is now at Su's house."

Zhou Tang looked up at him, then lowered his head again: "You know?"

"Su Xia and I had a short-term fate." Xia Shi replied, "Through this thin fate, I can 'read' something..."

He withdrew his hand from Zhou Tang's hand, glanced casually at the neatly manicured nails, clapped his hands, and got off the sofa: "It stands to reason that you 'lend' that piece of wood spirit to Xie Shaosong. You can come back. But when he was in Xie’s house, his name was washed off, and he is no longer under your control. The only person who can restrain him is Xie Shaosong, who temporarily owns him. Su Xia saw this and specially made it when Xie Shaosong’s management rights expired. I 'wanted' him in the past."

"It's interesting." Zhou Tang smiled, put away the nail clippers, got up and patted his clothes, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the first drawer under the desk popped out by itself, and a few wooden business cards flew out of it. Surrounded by white mist, a few black-clothed and black-haired villains appeared, each of them fell to the ground and the sofa with the wood chips, and carefully picked up the scattered fine nail shavings.

"It's fine if he's not here." Zhou Tang said, "I'm most annoyed by that kid, he's talented and doesn't obey. But what does the box spirit want him to do?"

"You gave him to Xie Shaosong for protection. So Su Xia wants to leave him, of course it is also for protection." Xia Shi sat behind the desk, picked up a magazine and looked at it.

"I can't 'read' the exact reason, but I can roughly guess it. It's just for my master. But Su Xia made a mistake."

Xia Shi said, turning a page calmly: "Son of Lingmu, you won't be so easy to obey. If you think that you can make him work for you by just putting him in someone's hands, you are very wrong. What's more, although he is stupid, he is not so stupid yet."

Zhou Tang: "Huh?"

"Being a talisman." Xia Shi said, "For Ling, body protection is definitely the most thankless job. Countless time, freedom, and even spiritual power are wasted, just to protect a person who can't know or even accept himself. People who exist, this is something only a fool would do. Weiqiu can't get a fool out of intermediaries."

"That's not what you said." Zhou Tang smiled, "Maybe for some spirits, a person's safety is more important than what you said."

"That can only prove that they are stupid." Xia Shi said bluntly, "It's so stupid."

"Anyone who would be a talisman is an idiot." In the living room of Su Xian's house, a small man in black and black hair was sitting on a piece of wood floating in the air, looking down coldly at Su Xia who had turned into a human form below, "Do you think I look like a fool?"

"Master Lingmu..." Su Xia's expression was very helpless, "I didn't let you be a talisman, I just beg you to protect me..."

"That doesn't work either." The villain said, lay down neatly on the wood chips, and began to pretend to be dead.

It was a small man in black dark clothes, about three inches long, with flying eyebrows, dazzling red eyes, and black hair casually scattered on his shoulders, looking very leisurely.Su Xia at the bottom couldn't relax, and kept calling: "My lord...Master Lingmu, can you please take care of me? I really don't mean to offend, but there is nothing I can do about it, Master Lingmu..."

"It's annoying, stop arguing." The villain rolled his eyes and sat up unhappily, "Also, don't call me 'adult', 'adult', vulgar. Just call me Jingyao."

"Alright Mr. Jingyao." Su Xia changed her words very obediently, and asked again, "Is this your name?"

"No, it's just made up casually, you just call it." Jing Yao said listlessly, looked around, reached out and patted the wood chip under him, and the wood chip immediately flew up steadily, carrying Jing Yao into the air .

Condescendingly looking down at the whole room, Jing Yao's face is full of disgust... If he wants to live in this kind of place in the future, he might as well find some soil to bury him.

No, in this situation, he can already bury himself... It's really too humiliating.

He was born from a broken branch of Lingmu, a rare treasure born with "spirit". It was once owned by Xia Shi, and he could be regarded as his servant. However, he met Zhou Tang again and was made into a "spirit" together with his brothers and sisters. Not to mention the business cards, they were also given away like candy, and the value was not reflected at all.

The one surnamed Zhou is just a dodder who wants to be monopolized... But the most hateful thing is Xie Shaosong. He has helped him so many times out of mercy, but he is lucky enough to see the sex, and he doesn't even ask for an opinion. I gave it away for nothing!It's fine to give it to a living person, but the other party is a creature whose rank is so low that I don't know where to go!

What a humiliation!

Annoyed by such humiliation, Jing Yao pretended to be dead for a few weeks after coming to Su's house.It's so easy to come out today, but I still don't want to talk to Su Xia—this humble box spirit, it doesn't count if I cheated myself, but I still expect myself to work as a bodyguard for his master?Think beautifully!Does he look like a fool!

Just one thing, he was a little bit concerned... Jing Yao stared at Su Xia indifferently, thoughtfully.Although this guy's rank is lower than him, he is obviously "developed" more mature than him, and even has a human figure that can be faked - although due to the consumption of too much power in Xie Shaosong's house before, this human figure is a bit out of date now. Flashing, looking at some cards.

"Hey, Box!" He couldn't help asking, "Why can you change into a human form? You shouldn't even be three hundred years old, right?"

"Actually, I'm 320 three, Master Jingyao." Su Xia rubbed his neck that was sore from looking up for too long, and responded, "I met Mr. Xia Shi decades ago, and I happened to get a little favor ..."

"So that's it, you know Xia Shi." Jing Yao said with a lack of interest, "What did you sell him?"

"...I just told him about the impact of the Opium War and the Nanjing Treaty on a family from the perspective of a box, nothing else." Su Xia was slightly depressed because of the ambiguity in Jing Yao's words, He said again, "I know the strength of Mr. Xia Shi, and I have seen your strength. I have the liberty to invite you here, and I don't mean to offend. I just hope that you can take care of my master. If you offend me, please forgive me." Sorry..."

"Oh, you're talking about that sick woman, I've seen it before." Jing Yao casually interrupted him, sitting on the wood chip with his chin in his hands and recalled, "Well, indeed, the Yintang is black, It looked like something was going to happen."

"You also found out, right!" Su Xia immediately said, "I watched Su Xian grow up, I must not let her have any accidents, but as a box holder, I can do very little, please ..."

"But." Jing Yao cut off Su Xia's words again, "Why do I have to protect an irrelevant person? Look at me, see clearly, Zhou Tang's name has been wiped clean It's clean, now I am a free body, I don't need to rely on anyone, and I don't need to be responsible to anyone, understand?"

"That's too..."

"What's too much? Don't compare me with domesticated domestic cats like you, I've said it all, but I'm..."

A sudden sound of music came out of nowhere, successfully interrupting Jing Yao's words, and a calm male voice came from the closed door: "Recording the progress of China's legal system—"

Jing Yao: "..."

He frowned and looked at Su Xia: "Is there anyone else in this house?"

"It's a spirit, it's a thing spirit. It's a very respectable senior. It's already in a semi-retired state. Let's not bother..."

"Old man? Interesting." Jing Yao finally became interested, and curiously pressed the doorknob and flew in to have a look.Seeing that Su Xia couldn't stop, she had to follow behind. As soon as she entered the door, she saw "Today's Statement" was playing on the wall-mounted TV on the wall, and a small white figure was kneeling quietly on the dressing table facing the TV. , with a straight back, and a remote control that is longer than others is placed beside him.

Dressed in a white and blue shirt, with a jade crown on his head, he looks a little smaller than Jing Yao, and the snow-white back of his neck is faintly exposed under his black hair, making Jing Yao unable to move his eyes away.

"Master Run'an..." Su Xia knocked on the door and called softly.The three-inch-tall little man heard the voice but ignored it. Instead, he stood up first, stepped on the remote control twice, lowered his voice, and then slowly turned his head.

"Lying on the grass" - this is the truest psychological portrayal of Jing Yao at that time.