After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

In the following week, Song Zheng felt that he probably entered the pension department.

He doesn't need to intervene in the follow-up of the sacrifice, and He Lan didn't let him continue to follow. Song Zheng's only fun these days is to go from the top to the bottom of the Monster Hunting Alliance.

Read it from the inside out.

Song Zheng leaned on the bookshelf and smacked his mouth. Looking at the library full of books, he couldn't help muttering: "If our dilapidated bookstore is of this size, the old man probably won't have the time to play mahjong!"

Whatever came to mind, Song Zheng casually flipped through a few books when a strange call came in.

He picked it up with some doubts.

Some familiar voices came from there.

"Mr. Song, are you at home today?"

Song Zheng quickly filtered the voice in his mind, and stood up straight involuntarily: "Thank you?"

"It's me, Mr. Song. I've arrived near your house, but the road here is a bit difficult to recognize. Are you at home now?"

Rong Xie's voice was a little different from before, as if he had let go of all the burdens and started a new life.

Song Zheng also heard a familiar meow, it was the white cat.

"I'm not at home now, have you seen a cafe nearby, you sit down first, I'll be right there."

Song Zheng walked out of the library quickly while talking, and took the elevator up.

In the past few days, he has almost turned into a mushroom in the league, and he happened to go home to see the old man.

The alliance is not very close to home, and it takes a while to make a taxi. Song Zheng sat in the car and thought about it carefully. It would be convenient to buy a scooter first.

After thinking wildly all the way, it was almost lunch time when he arrived near his home.

Song Zheng was a little surprised when he found Rong Xie in the cafe.

This man is not at all as embarrassed as when we first met.

Although a pair of legs are crippled and he is sitting in a wheelchair, he is not in the slightest embarrassment, and the appearance of holding coffee does not make people feel that this is a person with crippled legs.

The little white cat lay lazily on the table, and when it saw Song Zheng coming over, it meowed, as if to remind Rong Xie.

Rong Xie turned around and looked at Song Zheng with a smile on his face: "Mr. Song, I'm here to fulfill my promise."

Song Zheng sat down opposite him, and found that the man had already ordered a cup of coffee for him, which was still the taste he liked.

He took a sip, raised his glass and said, "You know my taste quite well."

Rong Xie smiled gently: "Pay close attention, it's not difficult to guess."

Song Zheng felt a little regretful, if this man hadn't been delayed by Zheng Jiu, he would definitely accomplish a lot in the future.

"Don't you think about it again? With your ability, it's very overqualified to be a finance manager in this small bookstore of mine."

Originally, it was just a casual talk about the plan, but I didn't expect that the other party really came all the way here.

Rong Xie watched the people coming and going outside the window, and suddenly said: "He is dead, he died in prison."

Song Zheng knew right away that he was talking about Zheng Jiu.

"I've been in love with him for so many years. In fact, there are some things that have been pointed out for a long time, but I just didn't want to find out, so it turned into today's situation. I have tried everything I should enjoy and experience."

Rong Xie said, turning his head to look at Song Zheng: "Mr. Song, without you, I might be a corpse in the wilderness now, not to mention revenge. Now I am not only repaying gratitude, but also to live better. "

Rong Xie's eyes are very clear, this is a great enlightenment after experiencing vicissitudes.

"A house, a cat, no worries about food and drink, this life is enough."

Rong Xie stretched out his hand and touched the cat on the white cat's neck.

Following his movements, the cat raised its head and squinted its eyes, enjoying it very much.

Song Zheng nodded, drank the coffee in the cup, and stood up: "I will not interfere with your decision, let's go, I will take you to the bookstore, but the place is not big, you may want to live in the house I used to live in gone."

It was an accident that Song Zheng took Rong Xie home. Before he stepped into the house, the old man's angry voice came through the door.

"Old Joe, just say I'm lucky today, if you don't believe me, let's fire again, hahaha, give me money."

"You can just be pissed off, and be careful that I will sue your little apprentice."

"He can control me, it's against the sky, come again and again."

Song Zheng pushed open the door expressionlessly, and said in a calm voice, "Master, I already have a job. If there are any messy orders in the future, I will trouble you to come forward in person."

A card in Luo Fujiang's hand was not stable, and it fell on the table with a snap.

He stared dumbfounded at the apprentice who opened the door and said in surprise, "Why are you back?"

Song Zheng turned around: "I'm just kidding, Master is getting old and not very reliable, so you will have to worry more about it in the future."

Rong Xie was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at this second-hand bookstore in a daze. It seems that this bookstore needs a lot of effort to renovate!

When Song Zheng was speaking, old man Luo suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly: "Where did you come from, the little monster, don't show up quickly."

Song Zheng was taken aback, the old man had already disappeared from his side, he looked at the white cat standing behind Rong Xie's wheelchair that had turned into a human form, and said quickly, "That's...one of our own!"

"My own person" is a talented little monster, old man Luo didn't hit it this time, and was easily dodged.

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, wanting to ask something, but seeing the crowd around him, he pursed his lips again, looked at the old man suspiciously, and turned his head away when the old man noticed it.

Several people playing mahjong saw someone coming from his house, and got up and left one after another until the house became quiet.

Luo Fujiang preemptively said: "You kid brought a monster home and want to rebel?"

Song Zheng ignored him, and buried himself in tidying up the scattered mahjong on the table, put them in a box, put them in the top cabinet, and slapped a talisman of confinement on them.

Then let the white cat push Rong Xie into the room, and briefly introduced their identities.

Luo Fujiang looked weird after hearing this, and said loudly: "I don't agree, what kind of finance is needed in such a big place, and it can't sell a book for a long time, isn't it delaying others by keeping someone here?"

Rong Xie smiled gently: "Don't delay, the old man doesn't have to worry."

Song Zheng went into the kitchen and boiled a pot of water. After searching for a long time, he took out a box of unopened disposable water glasses from the cabinet.

"I'm not at home on weekdays. My master is the only one in the bookstore. He is also a monster catcher, but he is getting older, and many things are not so flexible, so you have to worry about the bookstore."

Song Zheng poured a glass of water and handed it to Rong Xie, completely ignoring the roar of the old man.

"Song Zheng, I am still in charge of this bookstore. Don't make decisions on your own. I don't agree."

Luo Fujiang stared at Song Zheng with a beard blowing.

Song Zheng didn't speak, but took Rong Xie to his room in the backyard. After introducing him, he came to the bookstore in front alone.

Before Luo Fujiang could speak, he asked first, "Master, are your abilities disappearing?"

The old man was stunned, and lowered his face: "Say nonsense, your master will always be your master, I will be worse than you, do you want to compare?"

Song Zheng: "The white cat just now, if you were in the past, you would never have missed it."

Luo Fujiang: "I was giving in to him, so why not bully a little monster?"

Song Zheng: "Then why did you stuff my bank card like confessing your last words before?"

Luo Fujiang snorted: "That's the money you earned. I just saved it for you. You are too old. If you don't buy a house, how can you marry a wife?"

Listening to his tone, Song Zheng probably verified his conjecture. The old man never showed off in the world of catching monsters, but Song Zheng always knew that his master was very capable. He was known as No. 1 in the world of catching monsters. Song Kaiming may not have this ability.

But from the year before last, Master stopped doing it.

The so-called quitting does not mean not taking orders, but that Song Zheng will complete all the orders, and will reluctantly show his head if he encounters some intractable diseases.

Song Zheng didn't think much about it before. Although he suspected it, he never verified it until he just saw him shoot at the white cat.

The speed and technique are all far inferior to before.

"Master, I don't know why you kept it from me. If you don't want to say it, that's fine. I don't force it. As for the house, I have a staff dormitory now, and the environment is pretty good. Don't worry about it. I will live in our house in the future, thank you. Don't keep a dark face, or you will age faster, and you won't see me marrying a wife by then."

Song Zheng babbled and said a lot, the simple summary is that Master's protest is invalid.

Luo Fujiang wanted to say something more, but seeing Song Zheng's worried expression, he swallowed again.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'll eat him again, aren't you going to work, hurry up, don't stay here and cause trouble for me."

Song Zheng wanted to keep it and say something more, but he didn't expect the phone to ring.

"Are you not in the alliance?" He Lan's voice came from inside.

It is said that since the demon in the mirror was caught last time, he has never seen He Lan again, not to mention the phone number, not even a WeChat message.

Although they lived across the street, the two had never met.

Song Zheng once thought he had a fake neighbor, no, a fake leader.

"There is something at home, teacher, is there a task?"

He Lan hummed in a low voice: "I'm going on a business trip, you come with me, where are you, I'll pick you up now."

Song Zheng was surprised: "Leave now?"

"something wrong?"

"No, no problem, I'm in xx community."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zheng turned to look at the old man who was already pretending to be watching TV, and confessed: "Master, I'm on a business trip, you have to get along with him, thank you for being nice, don't bully him."

"Talk too much, get out..." The old man is probably still angry at Song Zheng's decision to let people into the house without his consent. There is a bit of evasion in his words. What is the specific reason for this? I don't have time to explore, anyway, this old man definitely has something to hide from him.

Song Zheng went back to the house to pack some things, talked with Rong Xie, and waited for He Lan at the gate of the community with his bag on his back.

It wasn't until he watched Song Zheng go out of the house that Luo Fujiang spread his palm tremblingly, and a red line passed through it.

He muttered to himself: "Princess, this old slave is about to lose his hold, when the time comes...it's time to see you...hey, just...don't worry ah!"

The whispered words disappeared from his mouth, and the old man leaned on the rattan chair and watched TV again.

It's just that the lonely figure reveals unspeakable vicissitudes, like a statue that has gone through a hundred years.

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