Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

Recalling the conversation with Lin Mian on the nameless island, he was so sure that his little assistant would not die, even if he became a ghost, he would fight for someone with Hades, but now all he can feel under his hands is the emptiness and silence , lifeless.

Lin Mian's spirit, together with the body of the hibiscus wood, was broken into countless fragments by the strong wind, and dissipated across the entire land.

"Lin Lin."

"Lin Lin."

Wu Ting's extremely ugly face caught everyone's eyes, Huazhishu couldn't help crying, Gouwei and Hu Qiaoqiao couldn't believe it: "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Qi Lao sighed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have deepened in an instant.

"Little assistant!" Taotie looked shocked, Hu Yu also used his demon power to check the situation of Fusangmu, and shook his head regretfully.

"Little uncle, my condolences..." Di Jiang commanded the people in the special management office to clean up the battlefield, remove the bodies of Yong He and Jing Rong, and patted Wu Ting's shoulder hesitantly.

The teachers and students of Sichuan University woke up the next day and couldn't remember having a terrible nightmare last night, but they found that overnight, the abandoned teaching building in Dongjiu had become a pile of rubble, and Dongba A towering tree grew on the foundation, and what was even more bizarre was that the tree had withered, and a young man stood under the tree.

"Isn't that Senior Lin's boyfriend?" Some students whispered to their companions, and some reported the spectacle to the school leaders. Soon, people came from the security room, surrounded the fence, and told the students Do not destroy this tree at will.

As the sun rose and set, the onlookers came and went, guessing the origin of the tree, and peeking at the man standing under the tree like a pine tree.

To Wu Ting, the long years are but a snap of his fingers. From the moment he confirmed that Lin Mian was dead, it took him a full year to let himself accept this fact. At first, he still expected that the little assistant would turn into a human and be obedient and obedient. He kept calling him Dean, and gradually this expectation turned into nothingness.

He once fell into self-loathing, why did he go to Xiangcheng?Why do you want to control the female demon?The life and death of others has nothing to do with him?If he had stayed by Lin Mian's side, the latter might not have died.

Later he resented Lin Mian, why didn't he obey him?Why don't you go back to the villa and stay?Why seal the cracks with yourself?

But when he saw those curious, shy, or doubtful students looking at him from a distance, he suddenly couldn't hate him anymore.

Because Lin Mian did that, everything was still the same as before, and it didn't get out of hand.

He exhaled slightly and moved his stiff and numb right leg, at this moment he felt something tug on his trousers lightly.

Wu Ting lowered his head in astonishment, a small three-inch-tall hibiscus was shaking his head and hooking his trousers.

Everyone in the research institute found that their dean had returned to the state of a long time ago, guarding a small potted plant every day.

The pot was chiseled from a whole piece of Ditai Chess, and the soil was the soil from Taotie's place. As for the plants inside, well, it was their Assistant Lin.

When they learned that Lin Mian was still alive and had just turned into a sapling, the researchers almost wept with joy, and Gouwei was so excited that he almost feigned death.

"Lin Lin, when will I be able to take shape?"

This kind of question is asked four times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, once at night, and again before going to bed.

Wu Ting also wanted to know, because of the cracks in the space, although the aura in the human world is not thin today, it is still much worse than in ancient times. It may not be easy for the hibiscus wood to transform, but fortunately, he can wait.

In the end, it was He Yu, oh no, it should be Jing Yu who thought for a while and said, "In my inheritance memory, Assistant Lin's blood was missing. If I can find the missing part of blood, maybe he can grow up quickly." stand up."

Missing blood?

Everyone in the research institute looked at each other in bewilderment, only Wu Ting raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, he took out a carved wooden box from Lin Mian's small schoolbag, inside which lay a smooth and round black pebble.

This thing was something that Lin Mian said was a little familiar at the demon market auction back then. When the dean heard it, he waved his hand and spent 100 million to buy this piece of broken stone produced by Tanggu, but without the slightest aura. At that time, the little assistant was still in great pain.

It's just that right now the surface of the stone is shrouded in mist, dense and dense, and the aura is so rich that it has become substantive.

When Jing Yu saw the pebble, he couldn't help laughing: "This is probably God's will."

Wu Ting buried the stone into the soil according to his instructions, and the little Fusang seemed to have sensed it, stretched out a leaf and hooked his finger.

Wu Ting smiled lightly.

Day after day, year after year, ten years passed quickly. During this period, the Special Management Office wiped out the remnants of Yonghe and Fengtang, and found all the cracks in the human world, sealed them, and sent people to guard them. At each channel location, in case new cracks are created.

As for our little hibiscus, it has grown taller and grown a lot, although it still looks like a cute little potted plant, but in the ninth year, it suddenly stopped growing, and Wu Ting was a little nervous at first, Thinking that something was wrong, Jing Yu took a closer look and told him with relief that the little Fusang might be about to take shape.

As soon as the news came out, the entire research institute became excited. Everyone wandered around outside Wu Ting's room when they had nothing to do. There was also a flower branch mouse staring at the potted plants day and night. The dean couldn't bear it anymore. Throw the three little kids out one by one.

The first person Assistant Lin saw after taking shape was me.

The domineering dean thought so, he used his demon power to gently wipe off the floating dust on the surface of the leaves for the little Fusang, which was something he had to do every day.

On Wu Ting's bedside table was a somewhat worn "Shan Hai Jing", a black angry bird, and a beckoning cat sugar bowl. He lowered his head, took out a watermelon-flavored hard candy from it, peeled it He opened the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't stand up until the little candy completely melted into a puddle of sugar water and flowed into his stomach, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Suddenly his hand for squeezing the toothpaste stopped, the mist in the mountains, the clear wind and strong sun, the boiling salt pond... The chaotic and familiar images rushed to him like a tide, and Wu Ting slammed open the door of the bathroom.

Beside the window, a young man brighter than moonlight smiled at him and bent his eyebrows.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

Ah, it's finally over!

This is the first time for sweet essay lovers to try to write sweet essays. Although there are still many shortcomings in this essay, it is all I can come up with. Thanks to the little angels who have been with me all the time. The story of Assistant Lin and the Dean So far, the next one is still infinite stream (ah, I found out that it is already the third novel on this subject, mainly because the brain hole can be very big...), if there is no accident, it should be the last time to write infinite stream, Unless I have the ability to write a script someday, I will write another unlimited stream script.

Not much gossip, let’s advertise the next pre-received article. Because the research institute has almost zero pre-received articles, although the increase in the list is not bad, but because the base is too low, plus the opening time setting I made a mistake, missed the natural ranking list, and kept having byes all the time. It can be said that V was very difficult, so pre-acquisition is really important!

Copywriting of "Master of Puzzle [Unlimited]":

In 2333, StarCraft entered the era of variety shows, and various reality shows emerged one after another. Among them, the most popular, the most popular, and the most funded fathers are a thriller escape program called "Master of Puzzle Solving".

The threshold for participation in this program is extremely low, anyone can join as long as they are willing, and they can get rich rewards if they win. As for losing...

Who cares, give it a try and turn your bike into a motorcycle!

"Master of Puzzle Solving" has attracted countless poor people, gamblers, speculators and even capitalists who want to get rich overnight.

Qin Huai is a top fake who has nothing but good looks and acting skills. Finally, after half a year of touting it to no avail, the economic company threw him into the "Master of Puzzle Solving" to fend for himself.

Agent: If you lose, go to Kaleli Island to dig coal, bastard!

As a result, he met the famous producer Ji Yu who stood at the top of the pyramid in the first book.

Ji Yu is handsome and has a net worth of over [-] billion. He is known in the circle as a clean-cut entertainer who never hides the rules.

Qin Huai, who had never seen the big world, stammered: You, hello, Ji PD!

Ji PD nodded reservedly, and passed him by, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: Come to my room tonight.

Qin Huai slowly opened his eyes wide: Are you going to dive? ? ?

Recently, I am still working on the character design and the background of the story, and it is likely to be changed, but the theme is fixed. If you like infinite streams, you can move to the column to help save it~

Well, the green hills will not change and the water will flow forever, see you in the next book!Refill~