monster shelter

Yuan Mo stared at Crow Jing's crooked eyebrows without a word, and thought to himself, since you look like the scene of a car accident, what can you do in the entertainment industry?Even if it's a buffoon, the producers have to worry about failing the trial, right?

The crow spirit didn't see the deep dislike for him in Yuan Mo's eyes at all, and was still trying to sell himself: "Because I couldn't find a way out, I never had a chance to debut. But now that you and the entertainment company's president People know each other, so I want to try again!"

"Mr. Yuan, as long as you promise to help me match up, let alone this tail feather on your hand, even if you pluck all the hair on my ass and butt, I will have no regrets!"

Yuan Mo: "..."

Hey!

But I don't want to pluck your butt bald at all!

Yuan Mo pinched the black crow feather in his hand, and felt that it would be a pity to throw it away with his burning hand.

The crow spirit looked at Yuan Mo expectantly, seeing that he was staring at the feather in his hand without saying a word, he couldn't help but generously said: "Mr. Yuan, do you like my fur? How about I give you two more feathers?" Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you are really bald, I'm wearing pants!"

Yuan Mo: "..."

Why does this dialogue become less and less internal the more I listen to it?

Yuan Mo trembled all over, as if throwing something dirty, he quickly returned the black crow feather in his hand to the crow spirit, cursing: "Don't give away these messy things! I don't want it!"

The crow hurriedly took back his feathers, and asked blankly: "Why? You don't like my feathers? Then what do you like?...How about I share some of my collection with you?"

As he spoke, he took out a lot of odds and ends from his pocket, such as shards of mirrors, broken glass, bottle caps, beads, and other rubbish that he didn't know where he picked up.

The Crow Essence held these things in his hands, and was quite reluctant to give them to Yuan Mo: "We crows like shiny things. I originally planned to save these things to marry a wife, but if Mr. Yuan wants... …" He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll give them all to President Yuan!"

When he said the last sentence, the expression on the crow spirit's face was much more painful than when he gave away his feathers.

Yuan Mo looked at the "wife book" that Crow had saved up speechlessly, and smirked at him disinterestedly: "Thank you, but I don't want it."

The crow spirit was taken aback for a moment, and then asked nervously: "Then what do you want? I'll find it for you?"

Yuan Mo shook his head: "No, I don't want anything."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the crow spirit's loud persuasion, and quickly left his cell.

Yuan Mo continued to patrol along the corridor, but was soon stopped by another monster, this time the one who stopped him was a ginseng spirit with white hair and beard.

Ginseng Jing squinted a pair of dim old eyes, and grabbed Yuan Mo's clothes without letting go, and while pulling, he also stuffed something unknown into Yuan Mo's pocket: "Mr. Yuan, this is an old man." A little thought, please accept it!"

Yuan Mo reached into his pocket and took out the thing that had been stuffed with ginseng essence into his clothes, and found that it turned out to be a mass of gray hair!

Yuan Mo pinched this clump of hair, with a dazed expression: "Are you...?"

Ginseng Essence smiled flatteringly at Yuan Mo, and squeezed out the creases all over his face: "Although these are just the roots that I cut off when I usually trim my hair, they are cut from the old man after all... Although the appearance is not good, the medicine It is more effective than the century-old wild ginseng sold in your human pharmacy... Please accept it, Mr. Yuan!"

As if to confirm his words, the mass of gray hair that Yuan Mo held in his hands suddenly flashed and transformed into a handful of ginseng roots exuding a strong medicinal smell.

Yuan Mo was dumbfounded, and then he remembered that although the ginseng essence in front of him had low strength, he was an old guy with a thousand years of cultivation.It is said that it was there when Ao Fei rectified the demon world, but because he had never done evil and was a plant-type monster with a relatively mild temperament, it survived by luck.

And the reason why it is now locked up in the shelter is said to be because of a conflict with a group of villagers who went into the mountains to harvest and log indiscriminately, and accidentally injured the other party's people, so it was turned into the police station, and then sent to Shanhai shelter.

The root hairs cut from the body of this thousand-year-old ginseng essence, of course, have better medicinal effects than any wild ginseng, Yuan Mo is very excited.

But what puzzled him even more was that this ginseng essence had no reason, why did he give him his own roots?

After the ginseng spirit finished speaking, seeing that Yuan Mo had remained silent, he thought that he didn't like his ginseng whiskers...

But when you think about it, when people give ginseng as gifts, they always give them whole boxes. No matter how bad they are, they will give a whole wild ginseng. When it comes to ginseng essence, he only gives others their own roots... This looks so shabby, don't people always look down on it.

The ginseng essence explained with a face of shame: "It's not that I don't want to give you a whole mountain ginseng... It's because I only have one life. If I give you my body, then I won't be able to live..."

Yuan Mo: "..."

What did the old man say?

I'm not greedy for your body either?

The corners of Yuan Mo's mouth twitched, he felt that the monsters he met today, one or two...how can they be so ambiguous?

Yuan Mo: "Uncle Shen, you have to make your words clear, otherwise it will easily lead to misunderstanding... What you said is that if you give me your 'ginseng original form', you will not be able to live, right?"

The white-bearded and white-haired ginseng essence glanced blankly at Yuan Mo and nodded, "Yes."

Yuan Mo coughed dryly: "That's right. You misunderstood just now, and I didn't mean to be dissatisfied with these ginseng whiskers. But you gave me a gift because you want...?"

Could it be that this old man is also like a crow spirit, wanting to match him up and send him into the entertainment circle?

But people's entertainment companies don't want such old grandpas, signing artists is not signing ancestors.

Ginseng Jing squeezed out a wrinkled smile towards Yuan Mo again, and said, "Mr. Yuan, I heard that you are looking for a new job for us? Can you make it easier for me because I am older?" job?"

When Yuan Mo heard this, he thought to himself that you are really humble, don't you monsters get better as you get older?On the contrary, those who are young and hardened are generally weaker.

But even though he thought so in his heart, Yuan Mo didn't show anything on his face.

He put the roots of ginseng essence back into his pocket, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely arrange an easy job for you, and I will definitely not ask you to go to the construction site to move bricks again." I can't even go.

When the ginseng essence heard it, it laughed so hard that the teeth came out, and quickly stuffed Yuanmo's many ginseng whiskers.

After Yuan Mo bid farewell to the ginseng essence, he encountered many monsters who gave him gifts one after another along the way.

Among these monsters, those who are more ambitious are basically the same as the crow spirit, wanting to make a living in the entertainment industry.

And those who are more self-aware, like ginseng essence, want Yuanmo to take care of them a little bit when he arranges work next time, and arrange an easy job for them. In short, don't let them go to the construction site to move bricks.

These monsters are all extremely poor. They basically don't have human currency, but they want to please Yuan Mo, so the things they send up are the same as the crow spirit and ginseng spirit, which are very characteristic of the monster race.

For example, the koi scales that can be worn for good luck, the dormouse hair that can be used to treat sleep disorders when sleeping, the fox spirit special effect water that can attract peach blossoms, the golden toad saliva that can increase wealth, etc. ...

Yuan Mo got a lot of presents after his inspection tour, and when he returned to his seat, his arms were already stuffed with monsters.

In the past, these monsters have always behaved similarly to the human race except that they were poorer. Even though Yuan Mo was very clear about their monster identities, he didn't have much sense of distance in his heart, and only regarded them as a group of people with special personalities. viewed by the crowd.

Until this moment, his arms were stuffed with monster gifts.

Putting the gadgets he collected on the table one by one, Yuan Mo sat down in his seat with a serious face and began to think.

Yuan Mo had already realized it when he received this bunch of strange little things in the prison.

I don't know if it's because of the natural talent, those monsters don't seem to pay much attention to their special abilities.

When they gave Yuan Mo their presents, they even looked cautious, as if they were afraid that Yuan Mo would get angry because the gifts they sent were too shabby.

In fact, Yuan Mo felt that if these monsters had money in their hands, what he received today was probably the red envelopes they bribed, not these gadgets.

Because in the eyes of these monsters, the money of the human race can buy a lot of things, which are much more useful than their feathers and scales.

In the eyes of monsters, things like crow feathers, ginseng whiskers, and dormouse hair are just as common to them as the hair that falls off the heads of humans.

Even if they know that these gadgets have other functions, just like the human race will collect them and throw them into the trash can when they treat their hair loss, these monsters are not aware of these things that are waste to them. It may be extremely rare in the eyes of others.

When Yuan Mo was constantly receiving these gifts, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and an idea appeared.

The vast majority of monster races actually have extremely special abilities, but because of the rapid development of modern human civilization, in order to quickly integrate into human society, the thoughts of the monster race are also unknowingly assimilated by the human race, and they begin to use the values ​​​​of the human race to measure themselves, and thus forget their special gifts from heaven.

In the long run, their respective abilities may degenerate or even disappear.

However, Yuan Mo believes that, apart from special cases like the crow spirit, there are many monsters who are born with very precious traits and abilities, and should not be gradually forgotten and degraded.

The reason why monsters don't pay attention to their own abilities is simply because their talents cannot guarantee their survival in human society.

For example, the thousand-year-old roots of ginseng essence, even if ginseng essence knows very well that its roots are more effective than many hundred-year-old wild ginseng, but so what?Humans don't know this.

In the eyes of the vast majority of human races, not to mention shabby things like ginseng silk, even if it is a gift box of several sticks of ginseng, how much is it in total?Under this premise, who would care about the ginseng whiskers in the hands of an old man who doesn't know the authenticity?

The vast majority of human races actually don't know the goods when they face monsters and monsters, and this is the root cause.

Even if it was Yuan Mo himself who gave him a crow's hair, saying it would bring bad luck, or a pinch of dormouse hair, saying it could heal sleep, before he entered the Shanhai Asylum, he would definitely think that the other party was joking, Either the brain is sick, and it's time to see a psychiatrist.

In such a situation where their own talents are blocked everywhere, over time, monsters will naturally start to learn to use the human race's way to make a living in society, and gradually discard or forget their own talents.

That's why in this mountain and sea shelter, there are tigers engaged in pyramid schemes, crabs collecting protection fees, scalpers working as porters, and loaches digging lotus roots.

The author has something to say: Ginseng Essence: Mr. Yuan, I plan to give you my body... (shy).jpg

Yuan Mo: ...Thank you, but I'm not interested in the bad old man.

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