Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Sitting at the same table with Chi Muyun, he seemed a little embarrassed, awkwardly stirring the wonton stew, and kept silent.

Chi Muyun felt that he should be more cautious. Although every city-state would often welcome all kinds of weird passers-by, but in this special period, it is better to inquire a little bit.

He thought about it, and decided that it would be better to start with cats:

"Cats are beautiful."

"Uh, uh, thanks."

"Is it a raccoon cat? It looks surprisingly docile."

"Well, it's a purebred raccoon cat."

"Generally purebred cihua cats are difficult to domesticate, right? It's really rare that it can be so tame."

"A raccoon cat is wild."

"It's really enviable... I once wanted to raise one, but because I really didn't have time to take care of it, I had to give up."

"Domestication does take time and effort, but it can also make others... I mean, it doesn't seem to be a problem for you."

"If you always let someone else take care of it, how can you count your own cat? Even if it is a cat, it will not be close to its owner."

"Well, it's true. It's just that not many people are willing to spend so much energy on a cat."

"Maybe it's because I don't really need it, so I don't think it's important, so I don't care."

"They're just not that lonely."

Chi Muyun was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, slowly stirred the soup with the wooden spoon in his hand, and smiled wryly inadvertently, looking at the few weeds stubbornly growing in the dilapidated flowerpot on the corner of the street, he said helplessly:

"When I get busy, I forget about it. I don't care if I'm lonely or not."

"You don't look well."

"Maybe I'm too tired recently."

"You, people like you... I mean, why do you have to be hard on yourself?"

Obviously, it seems that even if you don't do anything, you will live well. After all, there are so many people rushing for beauty.

"Why? Probably to prove that your idea is wrong."

"..."

"You seem to have been to many places, and you should encounter many interesting things, right?"

"Well, this one... yes, there are too many, and I can't remember."

Chi Muyun looked at his flustered and avoiding eyes, smiled indifferently, and joked:

"I haven't noticed it, have I?"

"...The road is too far, barren mountains and wild mountains, not a good place, there is nothing worth talking about."

"How could it be? A place with a lot of people is not necessarily better. Speaking of which, Fusang City is also a desolate place. Although there are endless minerals, plants can't grow at all. What a pity."

"As long as there are those minerals, are you afraid that nothing can be solved? The soil suitable for plant growth can be transported from other places."

"It's true, but I always feel that something is missing."

"It's because it's a foreign land after all, so no matter how you look at it, there are few things."

"...Probably, how do you know that I am not from here? Is this your hometown?"

"……Um."

"So it's sort of coming home."

"more or less."

"Fusang City has changed a lot."

"That's it, except for the change of a half-baked city lord, everything else is still the same."

"It seems that you don't like the current city lord very much?"

"It doesn't matter, that is, it is not good or bad. Whatever it is now, it will be a virtue in the end. Fusang City is also an old city for hundreds of years. Something could go wrong."

"That's what I said, but the world has not been peaceful in the past few years, and Fusang City will inevitably be affected. If it really comes to the time when corpses are strewn across the fields and the ground is full of hunger, no amount of gold and silver will be of any use."

"It's not that serious, the current little emperor can't become a climate."

"Oh? Dare to ask for advice?"

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the palace has been tossing and tossing non-stop for the past few days, but nothing has come out. It's a lost wife and a soldier."

"You seem to have a good deal of insight into these matters."

"No, just say it casually."

……

During the exchange of words between the two, the ravioli stew in that person's bowl had already run out, and even the fat civet cat had already had enough to eat and drink, and jumped onto Chi Muyun's lap, snoring comfortably.

I'm not afraid of people at all.

There was more than half of Chi Muyun's bowl left, and the small ravioli stewed one by one floated on the surface of the soup, puffing up quite cutely.

"do not like?"

"Ah, no, that little girl just went to get jealous. If I finish eating early, she will feel regretful when she comes back."

"..."

The man seemed unable to understand his behavior and remained silent.

The two confronted each other silently for a while, then the man got up, called the cihuamao back, and left with it in his arms.Walking to the corner of the street, I suddenly remembered something, and watched him speak bluntly:

"Goodbye."

"Ah."

Chi Muyun nodded at him and smiled, the man froze again, and quickly turned around the corner, out of his sight.

At that time, Chi Muyun didn't know the meaning of this goodbye.It carried a widow's last goodwill and reserve towards the world, but soon after, this humble hope was completely shattered.

Although it is biased to say that a beauty is a disaster for the country, a beauty is a beauty after all, and every frown and smile is more real than others.

It's not without reason that it's better to catch a glimpse than to lose three thousand.

Shi Ying stood far away in an inconspicuous turret, peeping through the window to the place he just left, watching Chi Muyun helping the little girl repair the broken table beside her, with dirt and dirt on her clean hands. sawdust.

Not daring to touch it, only hiding in a dark corner far away to spy.

How long has he not chatted with others like this?No one cares about his life, no one even cares about his life and death, everyone hates him, and he hates everyone, willing to degenerate, harming others by any means, this life is in the shadows.

How could there be such a beautiful and delicate person?Let his heart that has been covered in dust for a long time and rotted in the mud beat.

Wanting to destroy him, let him fall into the dirty mud forever, and become a person like him, but suddenly felt a little unbearable.

Torturing beauties has always been his hobby, watching them slowly wither in his hands is a great pleasure, but he is different.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he pushed open the window and smiled warmly at himself, gentle like a hazy dream, making people unwilling to wake up.

He greedily looked at the gradually blurred figure in the distance, and seemed to be able to smell the incense on his body, he was a unique drunken beauty in Fusang City.

Watching the figure gradually disappear, I regretted that I should have put on that good skin earlier, at least I didn't have to be so cramped and flustered today.

The raccoon cat meowed, reminding others that he had gone far, and interrupted his dream.

He remembered what Gesu had said.

"In this world, there are flowers that grow out of the mud and are not stained. Even if you step on them into the mud, you can't break their pride."

Is he the same flower?

No one came to answer his doubts, and only the dazzling array of glazed tiles remained in his field of vision.

The moist cool wind blows over, carrying the fragrance of distant flowers, they flow through the lush forest in the distance, and come here with the fresh taste of life breaking through the ground, penetrate into the old pavilions, and blow the scattered flowers on the tall mahogany beams. Cobwebs, shattering the age-old dust that covered the ancient wood.