The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Today is Monday, Yanjiu has to go to school.

He has been very unlucky since he left home. He was scratched by bicycles, hit by cardboard boxes falling from the sky, and beaten by the security guard.

In short, everything goes wrong.

Of course, the most unpleasant thing was that he was taking a nap by the school lake, and when he opened his eyes again, Shang Jing was sitting next to him.

Forget it, it didn't matter if he kept his eyes open, Yanjiu closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.

However, Shang Jing's slightly playful voice sounded in Yanjiu's ears:

"How is it? Your two spirits are still there?"

Seeing that he could not escape, Yanjiu replied simply and sincerely:

"Mr. Shang, you reminded me so much yesterday, how could I dare?

As soon as I got home last night, I threw the cat and the dog outside the door. "

Saying that, Yanjiu said with a scared look on his face: "I don't know if those two monsters will take revenge on me. Mr. Shang, why are there monsters in this world, and why do they come to me again?"

Yanjiu now seemed like a cowardly and stupid human being, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Shang Jing reached out and took Yanjiu's hand, and he spread Yanjiu's hand in his palm.

With well-defined joints and slender fingers, Yanjiu's hands are undoubtedly beautiful.

However, Shang Jing's fingertips touched the chaotic palm lines on Yanjiu's palm, and he said half-truthfully:

"Your soul is very light and your destiny is negative. You often attract bad things and are prone to bad luck."

The temperature of Shang Jing's palm made Yanjiu feel oppressive, as if his whole body was being controlled.

He withdrew his hand and asked in horror:

"Mr. Shang, I am indeed unlucky. I was hit by a car and hit by a box this morning. What should I do?"

Shang Jing stared at Yanjiu's shallow eyes and said seductively:

"Otherwise, you can become my life assistant. I am very lucky and can suppress your bad luck."

Good luck? It was indeed strong. Just after Shang Jing caught his hand, Yanjiu could already feel the warm energy.

Eyelashes trembling, Yanjiu asked tentatively: "Life assistant? Are you responsible for your physical needs?" He had heard that so-called assistants also have to do some unknown "work".

Hearing this, Shang Jing raised his hand and pinched Yanjiu's chin. He looked at the young man in front of him carefully.

The face is delicate and indifferent, with a pair of gorgeous eyes dotting the entire face. The brown pupils look empty and not loaded with too many emotions.

Shang Jing let go, and he played with the taste: "Don't worry, your appearance is only average, and it is not in my diet range."

Yan Jiusong said in a calm tone: "Then I am honored to be Mr. Shang's assistant. After all, many top students in our school cannot become one even if they want to."

At this moment, Yanjiu was innocent and immature. He seemed to have forgotten that Shang Jing was mentally unstable before and was so unstable that he wanted to cut his neck.

……

When returning home, Yanjiu carried a box of canned cats.

Dabai and Erbai both gathered around him: "Yanjiu, are you rich?"

Yanjiu threw the can on the ground and floated back to the sofa: "I sold myself for glory."

Yanjiu drooped his eyelids and recounted the incident.

Erbai chased his own tail and circled happily: "Yeah! 1 a month, which is more than a bar. Can I get an extra chicken drumstick every day?"

Dabai was worried. He criticized Yanjiu: "Yanjiu, are you an idiot! With your lazy body, who can you serve as an assistant? Who can you take care of?"

Yanjiu was also helpless:

"I went out early this morning, and after a series of twists and turns, I got home unluckily.

However, I can still distinguish between bad luck and man-made things. "

Yanjiu's soul is indeed very light, but he knows how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and he is far from unlucky.

And the bad luck I encountered today... was actually a bit deliberate.

After sighing, Yanjiu continued:

"Shang Jing's life assistant, if I don't agree today, I have to agree tomorrow. I don't have any excuse for this.

It seems that Shang Jing has always had doubts about me. "After all, Shikigami won't just find someone to settle down with.

Erbai was still chasing his tail carelessly:

"Perhaps the person named Shang just sees Jiujiu because you are good-looking."

Yanjiu smiled: "He said I'm ugly. I think Shang wants to eat fox meat."

Erbai clamped his tail: "嘤~"

……

Just as Yanjiu thought, Shang Jing did not trust Yanjiu very much.

Putting aside the issue of Shikishen and Shikishen, Shang Jing believed in his nose. He felt that Yanjiu's blood had the smell of honeysuckle.

And blood is supposed to be fishy.

Although he doubted Yanjiu, he could not feel the fluctuation of spiritual power from Yanjiu.

It doesn't matter, just put it under your nose.

Shang Jing originally planned to leave Yanjiu alone, but Yanjiu was really lazy.

He seemed to be able to nod off at any time and fall asleep even while sitting.

A two-hour break means only five minutes of work.

However, Shang Jing is actually not a good person, he is an evil capitalist.

One day, he took the rope and elegantly and calmly tied up the sleeping Yanjiu in circles.

When he was tied to his ankles, Yanjiu finally woke up.

The hemp rope strangled Yanjiu's wrist so hard that his voice was trembling: "Mr. Shang, what are you doing?"

Shang Jing gently pulled up the corners of his lips, his smile a little bloody: "Shenhu, feed the water monster."

Yanjiu: "..." When these words came out of Shang Jing's mouth, it didn't sound like a joke.

However, the next second, Shang Jing's fingertips gently brushed Yanjiu's cheek:

“Be good, I’m teasing you.

It's just that your horoscopes are weak, so I will use you to attract ghosts and monsters.

They like to eat you like this, and you have tender skin and tender meat. "

Yanjiu said weakly: "There is no such thing in the contract."

Shang Jing continued to tie Yanjiu's feet: "I'll give you more money, don't worry, I won't really let you be eaten by monsters."

Yanjiu felt that the air in his chest was being tied up thinly: "Since it's a show, why are you tied up so tightly?"

Shang Jing touched the marks on Yanjiu's body and murmured to himself: "Tsk, how pitiful."

The next second, he tilted his head and smiled at Yanjiu: "I'm not afraid of ghosts running away, but I'm afraid of you running away."

In the dark night, with the cold wind blowing, Yan Jiu was hung dangling on the tree.

For the first time in his life, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. It was really uncomfortable to be hung from a tree.

What did this guy named Shang catch? He is clearly scarier than a ghost.