Shen Shangshu of Hundred Treasures and Demon Story

The three of them walked away, and a cold wind suddenly blew under the moonlit night, and the two black shadows fluttered in the wind, swinging back and forth for a long time, and finally landed on the ground.

The moonlight shone on them, but they turned out to be two slender monsters with two horns and fangs.

The two demons stood in front of the pile of broken sand bowls, staring at them for a long time with their eyes like copper bells. The red-faced and red-haired one said, "This seems to be that guy's bowl."

The blue-faced and blue-haired nod.

"We chased for so long and hit people with a car, but we smashed the bowl."

"If that guy dies too, the king will definitely kill us."

Thinking about the king's vicious temperament, the blue-haired demon also felt that the possibility of being killed was very high, but...

"He's so poisonous, he won't pick up his braids easily."

"But now there are no clues, and those people don't seem easy to mess with, what should we do?"

"Then pretend you don't know about it and keep looking."

After deliberation, the two demons made a decision that was beneficial to them. The blue-haired demon stretched out his legs, kicked the pile of debris away, looked at each other and laughed dryly, and at the same time, a black wind blew, and the shadow flashed into the wind and disappeared. .

The cold wind quickly dissipated, the clouds opened and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the fragments.

Suddenly a black light flashed across the edge of the sand bowl, and then quickly across the other fragments. Before long, the black light was like a flame, igniting all the fragments, and then turned into bright black lines, shuttling back and forth among the fragments.

The fragments began to vibrate, and slowly, the frequency of the vibrations became greater and greater. Under the traction of the black light, the fragments reunited to form a complete bowl shape.

The black light traveled between the cracks in the sand bowl, where the light flashed, the cracks disappeared, and the sand bowl returned to its original shape in a short time.

The speed of the black light dazzle also slowed down, floating above the mouth of the bowl, the moonlight reflected on the sand bowl, also illuminating the fluttering light, but it was a tail feather.

A touch of coquettish blue feathers that are almost jet black.

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"Ms. Fang is off work?"

"Have you eaten Teacher Fang? Let's burn it on two fires, it's just out of the pot."

"I'll give you a pack of taiyaki here, too. What are you paying for? You're too out of touch."

"Mr. Fang, remember to watch TV tonight. My son...is Xiaohui. The one in the class next to yours is on the news."

"Ms. Fang, do you want dry cleaning? Our dry cleaners have a [-]% discount this week, and neighbors are half price, don't forget."

On the way Fang Hong stepped into Guangming Street, his ears have never been quiet, and the neighbors in the neighborhood are all kinds of enthusiastic chatter.

Considering that he will live here for a long time in the future, he put on a smiling face and responded appropriately, so along the way, he has a variety of snacks and snacks in his hand, as well as staple food for dinner.

At the beginning, he chose to move here mainly because of the convenience of going to work. He never expected that in the same city, the appearance of the urban area would be so different, and the enthusiasm of the neighbors made him a little overwhelmed.

When he was looking for a house, he had imagined all kinds of possibilities, but he didn't think of this one.

He doesn't hate talking to neighbors, but he still likes a quiet life if he can.

"Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang!"

A fat woman ran across the street, that was Aunt Zhang who lived in the back street of his house.

Aunt Zhang's children have all moved out, and there are only her and her wife here, so she opens a tailor shop to pass the time.

Her eldest grandson, Xiao Hai, is in the first year of high school this year, and he happened to be in Fang Hong's class, so every time he met, she would have endless conversations.

Fang Hong turned around in the middle of his glasses, trying to pretend not to hear and leave, but Aunt Zhang ran over quickly, grabbed him, and stuffed him with the bag in her hand.

"I went back to the countryside today and brought back a lot of fruit, all freshly picked. You should try it too."

"What a shame."

"Hey, you are Xiaohai's teacher, what else is there for the family to see?"

family?

The shoulders were slapped one after another, Fang Hong swayed back, he smiled wryly and said thank you and wanted to leave, but before he could lift his feet, he was held back by Aunt Zhang again.

He asked with concern, "Teacher Fang, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Well, no... there is."

"real?"

The old lady looked at him, rolled her eyes clockwise and then counterclockwise on his face, and then shook her head.

"How is it possible? You have a good temper, a good job, and such a handsome face. There must be many girls chasing you?"

"No...it's...okay."

"Oh, your reaction means that you are very popular. It's the same as skinny people say they are fat, and hope others will praise themselves."

There seems to be something wrong with this analogy.

Fang Hong wanted to say this, but looking at the old lady who was talking non-stop, he gave up the idea and replaced it with an agreeing smile.

Aunt Zhang became more and more convinced that she was right, so she patted him twice and reminded: "It is understandable for excellent people to have high vision, but it is time to think about it when they are at the age of talking about marriage. My daughter's colleague the first two God asked me to introduce her boyfriend to his niece, that girl is very beautiful, and she is also a civil servant, look..."

"Aunt Zhang, I'm rushing back to cook, we'll talk next time."

Seeing that the old lady started to talk at length, Fang Hong found an excuse to interrupt her, and strode away without waiting for her to respond.

Aunt Zhang anxiously shouted from behind: "Also, your cousin brought some clothes to me to change the size, and the changes have already been made, so you tell him to remember to come and get them."

"Cousin?"

Fang Hong stumbled, turned to look at Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Zhang said, "Just Xiaojiu."

"Oh, you said Kobato...he's not me..."

"Speaking of which, your cousins ​​are all good-looking talents, and your genes are really strong."

"yes."

Fang Hong didn't know what to say, so he responded with a smile.

Aunt Zhang seemed to think of something again, she patted her thigh, and said: "Tomorrow, I'll show you guys a picture of that girl, they are all young people, maybe you will see the right one, if you don't like it, why not?" There is Xiao Jiu, let’s make friends.”

"No need, he's still young..."

"Then it's settled, bye."

Aunt Zhang finished talking to herself, turned around and left, looking at her back, Fang Hong lightly supported his glasses with his middle finger, smiled wryly and sighed.

He almost forgot that there was a more noisy, tossing and inexplicable guy in the family.

On the way home from get off work every day, he wondered if the creature had left, just like the legend, after all, this was not his world, but the creature still existed every day.

Today... the result should be the same, don't forget Xiaojiu... Xiaojiu has started to change her clothes, is this a sign of her intention to live here?

"Brother Fang Hong, you are back!"

As he expected, as soon as he got home, he just opened the door with the key when he heard a loud call from the house.

Immediately, a man in a cream-yellow apron slid over from the kitchen, then slammed to a stop at the door, and greeted him energetically.

The man is of medium height, with a slightly slender figure. He has a baby face and a sweet and friendly smile.

Perhaps it is inappropriate to call him a man, his appearance is more like a beautiful boy in Two-dimensional.

From the kindergarten children to the old women, they have no resistance to such young people, just like Aunt Zhang in the tailor shop.

"Oh!"

Fang Hong was amazed by the way the boy was sliding on the floor as if he was on a pulley. Seeing his bright apron and the big kitchen knife in his hand, Fang Hong was so oppressed that he swayed back.

"Koto... Jiu..."

"My mother-in-law, a tailor, made it for me. She said that all scraps are used, so there is no need for money."

"Oh……"

Xiao Jiu's eyes turned around Fang Hong, and finally fell on the big plastic bags in his hand.

"Brother Fang Hong, come as soon as you come, it's a surprise to bring so many things."

"It was given by the neighbor on the way back, and..." Holding up his glasses, Fang Hong said, "This seems to be my home."

"Ah! Sorry sorry, I forgot..."

Xiao Jiu laughed dryly, as if afraid of being reprimanded by him, took the bag in his hand and slid back to the kitchen.

Fang Hong's eyes kept chasing his heels, wondering how he managed to wear the slippers to look like roller skates.

When Fang Hong took off his suit jacket and came to the kitchen, the vegetables were all cut, and Xiao Jiu took out everything in the bag.

"Brother Fang Hong, your neighbors are so kind. They sent so many things. We don't have to cook tonight. I've already cut up the dishes. You can fry them."

"thanks."

"Thank you, which one of us is with whom, you are my savior."

Xiao Jiu put the staple food on a plate and brought it to the table, then pulled a sky blue apron for Fang Hong to put on.

The style of the apron is the same as Xiaojiu's, the only difference is that Fang Hong's apron pattern is a common crane, and Xiaojiu's is an animal that looks like a little yellow chicken.

During this period of time, Fang Hong made up some knowledge about the red-crowned crane. He knew that it looked like a red-crowned crane cub.

"Just now I met Aunt Zhang, she said that she has changed all the clothes you asked her to change, and asked you to go back and get them." He said while cooking.

"Changing clothes? Do you have any?"

Xiao Jiu tilted her head and thought for a while, then clapped her hands.

"Yes, yes, I remembered, Brother Fang Hong, I have no clothes to wear, so I used your old clothes to change, did I tell you?"

No.

Having lived together for more than a month, Fang Hong has gotten used to his "cousin"'s forgetfulness. He put the stir-fried dishes on the plate and said calmly, "You said so."

"That's good, that's good," Xiao Jiu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to be rejected by my savior."

Fang Hong smiled, washed the frying spoon and started frying the second dish again, saying, "No, I won't be angry if you do anything."

Xiao Jiu was accidentally rescued by him when he went up the mountain more than a month ago. Perhaps because of his head injury, he often spoke and behaved very out of line. Fang Hong didn't take it to heart at all, but thought he was cute like this.

When the dishes were fried, Xiaojiu helped to bring them to the table. He looked at the table and said, "Can I make another egg soup? I want soup."

"it is good."

Fang Hong took out two eggs from the refrigerator and started to prepare. Xiao Jiu was hungry, so she sat down and picked up the fire to boil and eat.

Half of the fire went into his stomach in a blink of an eye. Watching Fang Hong concentrate on cooking the soup, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.