I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

There is a small drawer next to the golden statue of the unemployed starlet. Through the glass door of the cabinet, one can clearly see the stack of incense sticks inside. Each incense stick is as thick as Ning Zhian's finger.

Ning Zhi'an's current mood cannot be described in a few words.

Those who have never personally burned incense for themselves cannot understand his mood.

Just looking at the pile of incense, Ning Zhi'an felt extremely hypoxic, wishing to stick his head out of the window to breathe.

Under Feng Xun's loving and admiring eyes, Ning Zhi'an bit the bullet and said: "Thank you! But, as you said, this is the top incense, so it should be done by you alone, so that it is solemn and not wasteful." Your heart."

Fearing Feng Xun's refusal, Ning Zhi'an added shamelessly: "He knows about the unemployed little star, he must be very moved."

Ning Zhi'an never imagined that one day he would tell others that he had knowledge under his spring.

The unemployed starlet was not only moved, but even wanted to cry so loudly!

Subconsciously, Feng Xun always felt that Ning Zhi'an was kind. Hearing what he said, he just felt that this child would really consider others.

He nodded again and again, his eyes became softer: "He is a good and sensible boy. I will say a few words for you when I burn incense."

Ning Zhi'an: "...Thank you."

After a pause, under Feng Xun's suggestive eyes, Ning Zhi'an said again: "...Thanks to the unemployed little star."

……

Seeing that Feng Xun seemed to have dispelled that terrible idea, Ning Zhi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered his dream again.

In the dream, Ji Zhaoran discriminated against him because he was an honorary underworld person, and even said to him very unhappy: "Don't give me carnations anymore, I'm very annoying."

Thinking of Ji Zhaoran's indifferent attitude in the dream, Ning Zhi'an's heart seemed to be slightly tugged by someone, and suddenly lost for no reason.

Ning Zhi'an raised her head subconsciously, looking for Ji Zhaoran in the crowd.

Ji Zhaoran was standing under the lamp, talking to someone.He had a casual expression, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand slowly shaking the champagne in his hand, revealing a casual calmness, but also an aggressiveness that could not be ignored.

Almost at the same time when Ning Zhian's eyes fell on him, those aggressive eyes looked towards Ning Zhian loosely.

Ning Zhian's heart skipped a beat, it was this look!

In the dream, Ji Zhaoran looked at him like this and told him that he didn't like carnations!

After having a light drink with the person opposite, Ji Zhaoran walked over to Ning Zhi'an.A deep voice was soaked in champagne, a little lazy: "What are you thinking?"

"Do you really want to know?" Ning Zhi'an covered his mouth and pretended to cough twice: "Then I'll tell you..."

After a pause, Ning Zhi'an blinked, and asked sincerely: "Mr. Ji, do you not like carnations???"

Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask that?"

Ning Zhi'an scratched her hair: "It's just a feeling."

"Yeah." The caramel-colored champagne was gently shaking in the goblet, Ji Zhaoran and him looked at each other for a moment, without denying it: "If you send it, I don't like carnations."

It turns out that dream can really explain a certain problem.

Ning Zhi'an suddenly felt that he was so stupid, that he could be self-defeating even if he gave flowers, and gave others what he didn't like.

Ning Zhi'an let out an annoyed "ah" and said in a serious tone, "Then what kind of flowers do you like?"

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "I can't say that."

People flowed back and forth, and the marble floor was as bright as a mirror, reflecting two slender figures, because they were so close together, they seemed to overlap at first glance.

Ji Zhaoran curled his lips, and kindly gave him some advice: "You can give me a few more, observe my reaction secretly, and then summarize yourself, what kind of flowers do I like."

Ning Zhi'an didn't feel that there was anything wrong for a while, and even felt that this was a good way.His dark and beautiful almond eyes rolled slightly, and he asked again: "Will you give me a hint?"

Under the complicated lights, the champagne was shining with a delicate luster, Ji Zhaoran took a sip, and said softly: "Yes."

Ji Zhaoran smiled playfully, and his tone seemed to be a bit serious: "I can pat you when the time comes."

...Thinking of the stupid things she did, Ning Zhian's head felt hot, and suddenly she couldn't face Ji Zhaoran.

Unexpectedly, Ji Zhaoran would also tease himself about this, Ning Zhian's fair ears suddenly turned a little red: "You still laugh at me!"

Ning Zhi'an said loudly: "Stop me!"

Feng Xun passed by the two wearing presbyopic glasses. Hearing this, he stopped and said with concern: "Okay, why do you have to be autistic?"

Ning Zhi'an was afraid that Feng Xun would say in the next sentence, why don't you burn a stick of incense for the unemployed little star, he hurriedly said: "It's okay, I'm just joking with Teacher Ji!"

Feng Xun understood: "Ji Zhaoran must be bullying."

Ji Zhaoran smiled and didn't speak.

"That's right." Feng Xun looked at Ji Zhaoran and said, "Have you seen the golden statue of an unemployed star? How do you feel? Is it okay?"

Ning Zhi'an: ...

This is too shameful!

The gold statue surrounded by emerald beads, although the workmanship is fine, but the material is very exaggerated, Ning Zhi'an himself feels that his eyes are hot, and now he is forced to listen to Ji Zhaoran's comments!

Ji Zhaoran glanced at the golden statue of the unemployed starlet.

Ning Zhi'an swallowed nervously, although he felt that the golden statue was very ugly, but it was his own anyway.

Ning Zhi'an had a strange feeling of being an ugly daughter-in-law in his heart.

Ji Zhaoran commented objectively: "It's a bit eye-catching."

Feng Xun and Ning Zhi'an showed disappointed expressions at the same time.

"..." After a pause, Ji Zhaoran patched it up without changing his face: "But the material is solid, and it looks quite stylish. Generally speaking, it's not bad."

Looking at Ning Zhian's unfurled eyebrows, Ji Zhaoran showed a thoughtful look.

Does this kid really like yellow?

It's fine for the carnations to give yellow ones, but he's not happy even commenting on the yellow gold statue's eye-catching color?

After hearing Ji Zhaoran's words, Feng Xun smiled happily and shook the booklet in his hand: "I'm going to offer incense sticks to the unemployed little star later, don't leave, just watch from the side."

Ji Zhaoran didn't want to offend the old man with this kind of thing, he swung his wine glass: "The birthday person has the final say."

Ning Zhi'an:? ? ?Has anyone ever asked my opinion, huh?

When he first entered the door, he talked to Feng Xun for a long time. He thought that Feng Xun had given up on the idea of ​​offering incense now, but he still thought about it!

And let Ji Zhaoran watch from the side!

Ning Zhian felt dizzy.

Feng Xun is a decent person, and he is extremely particular about his conduct.He put on his presbyopic glasses, took a handwritten booklet—"Guidelines for Worship of Unemployed Little Stars" and began to study it carefully.

Ning Zhi'an covered his head, he was a writer in the underworld, for the first time he felt a little dizzy.

He is also a small star with some fans now, if he really smokes in public, can he still have a career after spreading the word?

Ning Zhi'an retreated slowly, his dark almond eyes darted around, and he even managed to find the location of the fire extinguisher before the rainy day.

The unemployed little star thought with grief and indignation that if he really smoked in public, he would use the fire extinguisher to suffocate himself, and would never give others a chance to humiliate him.

Feng Xun finished his study carefully and took out the incense from the cabinet.

His incense was too strong, making Ning Zhian's breathing stagnate.

No.

He couldn't sit still and just watch Feng Xun offer incense to himself.

He's going to do something.

Ning Zhi'an thought about it calmly, and decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air.

If he really smoked on the street... it could be explained as breathing.

Ning Zhi'an threw a look at the golden statue of the unemployed starlet telling you to take care of yourself and not cause me trouble, and while Ji Zhaoran and Feng Xun were not paying attention, he slowly moved towards the door.

When he was about to reach the door, he was stopped by a man dressed as a Taoist priest.

Compared with Master Zhao, who threatened to catch the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty before, this person looks a bit more immortal.

Ning Zhi'an politely declined without thinking, and said while walking out: "Thank you, I don't need this kind of business for the time being."

The Taoist smiled slightly, and took out a business card: "I see that you have a kind face, and I hope we can get to know each other and form a good relationship."

Out of politeness, Ning Zhian took the business card with both hands.

The business card was printed with the name of Guan Caifa. In addition, there were two lines of big characters printed on it, with exaggerated content, directly occupying most of the area of ​​the business card.

——For 46 years of practice in the mountains, the level of Taoism may rank among the top 500 in China.

——Vice President of the Chinese Taoist Association, one of the powerful candidates for election.

Ning Zhi'an was shocked, and couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Master Guan.

With your language level, don't you consider writing an article in the underworld?

Just for the long line of self-introductions, Ning Zhian helped him figure out a pseudonym.

Dedicated old priest.

Seeing Ning Zhi'an's strange eyes, Master Guan took the initiative to answer: "I was thrown in the Taoist temple when I was young, and I devoted myself to practice for more than forty years, and I didn't go down the mountain until the year before last."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

He said as he walked, "Thank you, I have accepted the business card, and I will contact you in the future if necessary."

Saying that, Ning Zhi'an opened the door of the villa and walked out, his heart finally fell to the ground, and he didn't notice that Master Guan came out with him for a while.

There were few stars outside the villa, Master Guan suddenly approached Ning Zhi'an, and asked in a low voice in the tone of fellow Taoists meeting: "Little friend, which Taoist sect are you from?"

Ning Zhi'an:? ? ?

Ning Zhi'an wanted to get rid of this person, but when he heard this, he gave him a strange look: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Master Guan smiled knowingly: "Little friend, don't be modest, you have the aura of Master Bai on your body, you must be very close."

Ning Zhian's heart skipped a beat.

He tried his best to keep calm on his face: "Master Bai, everyone is equal in the 21st century, where is there any adult?"

"Don't be nervous, little friend, don't worry, I have no malicious intentions. Let me guess, are you the one in the legend..."

Ning Zhi raised her throat in peace of mind, does Master Guan know anything?

He licked his lips, as if he didn't care what Master Guan would say next, but his fingers were tightly clutching the business card, his fingertips turned slightly white.

Master Guan said firmly: "Master Bai's good buddy in Yangjian!"

Ning Zhi'an: "Huh?"

Master Guan said with a smile: "Little friend, don't pretend anymore. It has been spread in our industry. Recently, Master Bai has gained a good brother in Yangjian, and he even burned a lot of paper money. I heard that he is still an excellent actor." .”

Ning Zhi'an thought for a moment in his heart, he and White were quite familiar, indeed he had burned paper money for him in the middle of the night.

He was suddenly a little relieved. It turned out that in White's heart, he was an extremely good actor.

The corners of Ning Zhi'an's lips curled up slightly, thinking in his heart that next time we meet, he should treat White better.

Master Guan smiled confidently: "Let me guess, my friend, is your surname Ji?"

... Ning Zhi'an now believes that this person has really stayed in the mountains for 46 years, and he doesn't even know his own name, so he even asked him if his surname is Ji.

……

and many more!

Ning Zhian followed her mind, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Good brothers, burning paper money, actors.

That's why I have done so much for White, but White, who eats inside and out, brags outside that he and Teacher Ji are brothers? ? ?

Ning Zhi'an gritted his teeth, and said to Master Guan with a cold voice: "You have mistaken someone, I am an ordinary little star, how could I know Master Bai?"

……

A few hundred meters away from Ning Zhi'an, White, who was catching vampires here, suddenly shivered.

He sniffed and noticed a trace of Ning Zhi'an in the air.

White was overjoyed, hooked Gumantong and floated towards Ning Zhi'an.

"Big brother, I'm coming!"