Monster Apartment

Zhai Liangjun just came out of the venue after finishing the activity, and a large wave of media flocked to him.

That posture was even more fierce than when he won the little gold medal back then.

Rao Zhai Liangjun, who has rich experience in media cameras and is quite powerful in himself, can overwhelm a group of reporters with a monster. Suddenly seeing such a swarm of media rushing forward with cameras and microphones ready to slap him in the face, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Take three steps back.

The security guards at the venue reacted and rushed up to protect Zhai Liangjun.

Mr. Zhai was stunned for a while, and seeing his bodyguards and the crowd of security guards at the venue were about to be crushed, his face became serious and his brows frowned.

The vixen usually looks timid in front of Pixiu and Huapi, but he is also a big monster at heart.

After practicing for so many years, this expression of arrogance shocked a group of ordinary people.

Zhai Liangjun looked at the media, and carefully recalled whether he had done anything worthy of being picked up recently.

Was it that his courtship of Huang Yining was exposed, or was the photo of him having dinner with Huang Yining captured?

While thinking about it, Mr. Zhai walked in front of the media, still wondering whether he should just admit it and make it public.

But after thinking about it again, he felt that it was not right. He hadn't chased the man yet, and the relationship was not confirmed, which was not right.

With a serious face, Mr. Zhai stood still in front of the media, frowning to indicate that the media in front of him could speak.

The media neatly surrounded an arc.

Zhai Liangjun straightened his body, showing himself in front of the camera in all directions without blind spots.

The reporters looked at each other, and in the end professionalism overshadowed the inexplicable fear just now.

"Excuse me, Teacher Zhai, is the news this afternoon a new means of propaganda?"

With one person at the beginning, problems will come one after another immediately.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhai, is that cloud of your portrait related to your new play?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhai, how did that cloud of portraits come about!"

"May I ask Teacher Zhai, what do you think of the superstition of you on the Internet?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhai..."

Zhai Liangjun was caught off guard by these questions.

He went from a serious face to a face full of question marks to a face full of blankness and confusion.

"What?" he asked. "What news? What portrait cloud? What superstition?"

Zhai Liangjun's manager came out of the venue wiping his sweat. Seeing such a grand occasion, his expression changed.

He hurried over and handed the phone to Zhai Liangjun.

It was the picture of the news on the phone.

Zhai Liangjun flipped through it, and became even more at a loss.

If this was put in the past, he must have felt that some monster was messing with him.

But now that human social science is so advanced, it is not difficult at all to create clouds in the sky.

"Maybe it's because I am so handsome that God is shocked." Mr. Zhai said casually.

Media: "..."

Zhai Liangjun thought about it, and felt that he hadn't offended anyone recently.

Recently, he has been busy with his company and the new dramas of human beings every day. He also has to go to various events by the way, and he has to help make connections for art documentaries.

He is so busy that he has no time to offend any monsters.

Mr. Zhai thought hard, and finally shook his head facing the camera of the media, and said uncertainly, "Should the fans cheer?"

The media is not satisfied with this answer.

——They all know that Zhai Liangjun has a lot of fans of local tyrants and thieves, so it's not surprising that such a big event happened.

They also want to dig something else out.

For example, Zhai Liangjun's attitude towards this kind of thing, whether he is happy or feels that he shouldn't.

With Zhai Liangjun's attitude, they can interpret countless connotations.

But Zhai Liangjun ignored them, and after answering, he simply turned around and went back to the venue, looking for another exit to leave.

Gu Bai, who caused all this, knew nothing about the outside news because his mobile phone had already run out of power.

Anyway, Mr. Si said that after he finished painting with the clouds as the canvas, he stopped directing the spiritual energy, and the clouds would be blown away slowly.

Gu Bai was painting with special peace of mind.

Si Yiming asked him why he wanted to draw Zhai Liangjun.

There was a bit of unhappiness in the words.

Gu Bai replied like this.

He said: "Because Mr. Zhai is good-looking and good-looking."

After saying this, before Si Yiming said anything, Gu Bai felt guilty.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to look at Si Yiming unobtrusively from the corner of his eye.

Si Yiming felt that these words were vaguely familiar.

After recalling it carefully, he looked at Gu Bai in surprise, and then looked at Gu Bai with a half-smile.

Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai's small scrutiny that he thought he was covering up well, but in fact it wasn't covering up at all, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and directly hugged him into his arms, and rubbed him a few times vigorously.

Mr. Si buried his head and sniffed Gu Bai's neck, and said with a smile, "It's so sour."

Gu Bai was taken aback when he heard the words, then lowered his head and sniffed himself, but he didn't smell anything wrong.

Why are you so stupid.

Watching his movements, Si Yiming couldn't help laughing.

Before Gu Bai could react, he stretched out his hand and pushed Si Yiming: "What are you laughing at?"

Mr. Si hugged the circle of people tightly, and replied: "Smile and jealous."

Gu Bai finally came to his senses, an obvious blush appeared on his face, with a bit of rare annoyance.

"I……"

He wanted to refute angrily, but then found that he had no way to refute.

Realizing that Mr. Si was right, Gu Bai groaned, and finally turned his head and said, "I'm going to continue drawing."

Si Yiming put him back on the bed: "Stop drawing Zhai Liangjun."

Gu Bai nodded with a blushing face, and said in a low voice, "I will draw the Canglong."

Si Yiming thought about it and thought it was feasible.

When Gu Bai is proficient, he can directly draw a picture for Canglong with the method of Dianmo Shanhe, and then let Canglong handle it by himself, there must be no problem.

Thinking about it this way, his Pixiu and White Tiger Xuanwu seem to be at a disadvantage.

After all, at that time Gu Bai had no idea about Linghua.

But there's nothing wrong with it, Si Yiming thought, at best, the two paintings of Suzaku and Canglong lasted longer than them.

Compared with this small injustice, Mr. Si is more happy that he has witnessed Gu Bai's growth.

Mr. Si rested his chin on his cheeks, and was addicted to drawing as soon as he said it, looking up seriously at Gu Bai, who was waving his paintbrush in the sky, with a slight smile on his face.

Ten days have passed.

Canglong hurried over to find them, and told them to keep a low profile, and break up the clouds again after the painting was finished.

It is said that there have been news one after another in Huaguo recently, because there are often lifelike dragon-shaped clouds floating over Huaguo.

The news and the human race are on fire.

As for the upper class of human beings, they were in a state of desperation, and they still couldn't contact Si Yiming, who was in charge of connecting with the monsters.

Because Si Yiming's cell phone ran out of battery.

Humans really like to make a fuss.

Si Yiming was a little unhappy, but he also knew that this was his unshirkable responsibility, and he had to go back.

There are no other requirements, but I always have to explain it to humans.

After all, the human being responsible for the docking is already bald, and if it gets worse, it will probably become bald.

"I'll take you to Penglai Mirage." Mr. Si said.

Gu Bai felt that it was mainly his fault, so he nodded obediently.

"If you want to come out to practice, grab the Jade Rabbit and bring you out, but it's best to be the Canglong." Mr. Si said worriedly, "The things given to you in the bracelet, if you encounter danger, throw them directly at those monsters and kill them." Take care of me."

This is different from leaving Gu Bai in the human world. Humans are so weak to monsters that they can cool off with a wave of their hand.

But those monsters were different.

What's more, all the people coming and going here are monsters.

Mr. Si pursed his lips, left the cloud bed to Gu Bai, and said, "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Gu Bai still nodded obediently, watching Si Yiming leave the mirage.

And Canglong, a busy man, followed Si Yiming after he left.

Rabbit spirits are busy with a new round of reclamation, much more busy than harvesting, including Yutu.

There was no one around the main hall, so Gu Bai raised his hand and patted his face, found out from the hand strap the experience he had organized over the past ten days, and then sat down in the open space in front of the main hall.

Dianmo Mountains and Rivers are not particularly good paintings.

Even if there is a specific line of sight target, it is not easy to draw.

In particular, the feeling of writing on different clouds is completely different - Si Yiming and Gu Bai are floating on the sea, witnessing the weather that the sea can change as it says.

Thick thunderstorm clouds feel different from ordinary clouds on a sunny day.

The feeling of clouds in different weather and different time periods is also different.

Gu Bai felt that when the time comes to draw a mirage, the air environment in different places may also affect the writing.

But now, he was going to try it directly in the mirage.

Mr. Si said before that he used his own aura to paint in the mirage.

Gu Bai, who basically didn't sleep much in the past ten days, has gradually become proficient in the use of his spiritual energy. It is really possible for him to draw directly with spiritual energy.

——Of course, the reason why I tried it in the mirage is also because even if I accidentally blow up three mountains with a pen as Mr. Si said, I don't need to be responsible.

Because it can recover naturally after more than 20 days.

Gu Bai took out the paintbrush he brought from Bai Ze's house, took a deep breath, looked at the void in front of him, and started to experiment.

As usual, Yutu took a group of little rabbits to reclaim wasteland today, cut down a few trees and came back to build a market again.

Oh, and the place that makes Bisque Pots and other by-products has to be rebuilt as well.

The Jade Rabbit is already very proficient in this set of procedures. There is no specific concept of time when the sun rises and the moon sets in the mirage, so a big cycle is a whole day for the rabbits in the mirage.

They have to do this every day, just like humans have to eat every day.

Jade Rabbit took the little rabbits to finish cutting the tree, and when he was carrying the wood through his palace complex to go to the market, he saw the tragic situation at the entrance of his main hall at a glance.

The marble floor at the door was blasted with many holes, and gravel was everywhere.

This picture looks like the mirage has been attacked!

Jade Rabbit was startled, now Canglong is not here, and Pixiu is not here, so he can only rely on himself!

"How dare you!"

Yutu took a deep breath, immediately threw off the wood on his shoulders, flicked his sleeves and rushed towards the main hall.

The little rabbit spirits left behind by him also looked at me and looked at you, and then cheered each other up in a childlike voice, imitating the posture of their boss, throwing the wood on the ground, raising their sleeves to reveal their clothes. With baby fat arms, he rushed out with short legs.

Gu Bai heard the sound of something heavy being thrown down not far away, and looked up in a daze, and saw the jade rabbit rushing in one by one with a group of little rabbit spirits, and then They smashed through the fragile outline that he had finally drawn.

Gu Bai opened his mouth: "...ah."

Crashed.

But it doesn't matter, Gu Bai thought happily, if he can draw successfully once, he can have a second time.

Yutu felt as if he had passed through something, but he didn't care about it in a hurry.

He immediately saw Gu Bai with a disheveled face sitting in the middle of the mess, and his heart tightened.

He rushed over even more hastily: "Gu Bai, are you okay?! Are you not injured? Who broke in? I, I, I, I will contact Canglong right away!"

Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, and quickly grabbed the jade rabbit: "It's okay, I'm just drawing."

Yutu was stunned: "Huh?"

"You guys want a new house, so you're trying to draw it."

As Gu Bai said, he pointed to the direction where the little rabbit spirits were running over. There were a few thin lines struggling to support in midair, and it could be vaguely seen that it was probably the shape of a roof.

And the little rabbit spirit who was the first to rush over saw the few lines swaying gently with the wind at a glance.

His complexion changed drastically, he jumped three feet high, grabbed the few thin lines, stepped on the bottom of his feet, and jumped twice, and after the lines were scattered, he let out a long sigh of relief, da da da He ran over and looked at Gu Bai and Yutu with a proud face.

"Yutu Yutu, I've wiped out the villains, great!"

Gu Bai looked at the little rabbit, couldn't help laughing out loud, and boasted: "Amazing!"

Jade Rabbit didn't speak. He felt a headache when he thought that there were so many rabbit mouths in the clan that they were about to dig holes in the wild.

And when he thought that the line that he just crashed might have been the dormitory for the little rabbits, he felt suffocated.

I hate!

The author has something to say: Little Rabbit: Yutu Yutu, I wiped out the villains!

Jade Rabbit: You might as well destroy me. [Ascension.jpg]