Monster Apartment

"No."

It was related to his father, Gu Bai very straightforwardly denied the other party's statement.

But after hearing Si Yiming's name from the other party, Gu Bai relaxed a little, but still explained in a low voice with some guard: "Mr. Si brought me to work."

"Work?" Bai Hu turned his gaze to the stone slab behind Gu Bai.

This was his nest, and of course he knew about the slab.

This stone slab has a long history. In the past when there were not so many fancy household items, Baihu used this slate as a bed, and spent all day rolling on it and rubbing his paws. Later, after years of wind and rain, this The stone slab was getting smaller and smaller, and there was no way for the white tiger to roll and grind its claws, but it was not wasted.

Because this stone slab has been rubbed by the white tiger for so many years, it has been soaked by his breath. Standing here as a symbol of the white tiger can barely restrain this place and several nearby cities with a large tourist population.

But it also requires him to come back every two or three weeks to walk around a few laps, which is quite troublesome to say the least.

Bai Hu remembered that Si Yiming told him a few days ago that he would bring a big baby to help, so his eyes fell on Gu Bai again.

The growth period of little monsters is very recognizable to such well-informed beasts like them, especially Gu Bai's whole body at the moment has a flash of aura that would blind a tiger's eyes, and it's like eating a bite. It is the kind of high-end cub with bloodline that can make evil sprites grow countless times.

This kind of bastard, after midnight, will just obediently stay squatting in the formations where several monsters live, and must have a very powerful big monster to protect him if he wants to go out.

It is estimated that Si Yiming is protecting this little guy, no wonder he is full of brave spirit, Bai Hu suddenly thought.

"You are the big baby that Si Yiming said is coming to help, right? What's your name?" Bai Hu said while sitting cross-legged on the ground, then tore open the package of beef jerky, tore a piece and handed it to Gu Bai.

Gu Bai waved his hand and rejected the other party's beef jerky, looked at it for a while, and stumbled: "Big, big baby?!"

After being surprised, he quickly added: "My name is Gu Bai."

"Gu Bai." Bai Hu nodded, "I'm Bai..."

Bai Hu said that he was silent for a while, and then changed his words: "My surname is Bai."

Gu Bai was in a daze for two seconds, and said kindly, "Mr. Bai."

Bai Hu nodded in satisfaction, and then began to care about how Gu Bai could help.

Gu Bai was still tossing the layer of the slate that was used as the primer, seeing Bai Hu's very concerned inquiry, he handed over the revised draft yesterday to him.

Baihu held the paper and looked at it. Although it was a draft and there were many markings that he couldn't understand, but he could somehow see a trace of Baihu's mighty aura from those lines.

Gu Bai is very witty, since the front of the white tiger without patterns is either stupid or mournful, he chose to paint the side.

And because the serious profile also looked a bit stupid, he chose the expression of raising his head and roaring.

And because simply raising the head and roaring is not enough momentum, so he chose to draw two paw pads under the white tiger's two front paws to raise its upper body and add some elements to increase the momentum, such as the background is swept away by the wind forest.

The overall picture of the draft is at a high elevation angle, highlighting the main body, and the aura of the white tiger comes out all at once, without the feeling of being stupid at all.

In order to cover up the white tiger's own natural disadvantages, Gu Bai spent a lot of thought.

At least this painting, not only Si Yiming nodded, but even Baihu Benhu was quite satisfied!

"Not bad!" Bai Hu praised.

After reading the draft, he understood why Si Yiming brought Gu Bai here to help, and it was no surprise that he came to help draw the deity to share the work pressure.

Since ancient times, paintings have been spiritual, and there have always been many legends about scrolls in this world.

There are also many monsters and ghosts in this world born out of paintings, and there are even some paintings that are unwilling to be reconciled after death, so they will run into their own paintings to hide, so as to avoid the fate of being seduced and reincarnated.

Although no one has ever succeeded in this way of escaping, it is enough to prove the spirituality of the painting.

In ancient times, there were many gods who were good at painting. They could shape a mountain and river with a splash of ink, and provide countless spiritual creatures to survive.

It's a pity that in the modern age when all the gods have overturned their cars, the Dianmo mountains and rivers left from the ancient times are only the mirage of the rabbit spirit in Penglai Mountain.

There are quite a few other treasures left behind. For example, the gods love to paint all kinds of beasts. They basically have one or two scrolls of beasts left by the gods in their hands.

But it's only one or two rolls, it's worth it!

Holding the draft, Baihu thought in his heart that after so many years, a monster who was good at drawing finally came out.

Savior!

Baihu counted all the scattered spots, large and small, all over his jurisdiction in the west of Huaguo, and then calculated, he actually wanted a total of five hundred paintings!

Five hundred! ! !

Bai Hu held the beef jerky in his mouth and looked at Gu Bai who was concentrating on brushing the base glue, and was silent for a long time, then started to dig Si Yiming's wall as soon as he slapped his thigh.

"Gu Bai, what do you like to eat?" Bai Hu asked kindly.

Gu Bai was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Mr. Bai suspiciously.

"What do you like to eat, I'll buy it for you!" Baihu said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai." Gu Bai was very moved, and then rejected Bai Hu's kindness, "Mr. Si said he would come and bring me lunch."

Baihu was silent for two seconds, and persisted: "Then where do you want to go in the west, I will take you there!"

Gu Bai thought to himself that Mr. Bai seemed to be familiar with the same style as Mr. Zhai, and then replied: "No need, I have to go back after I finish painting this wall, there is still work waiting for me when I go back. "

"Is there still work?" Baihu frowned.

Which bastard is going to snatch it from him?

Is it the turkey in the south, or the four-legged snake in the east, or the big tortoise in the north?

Baihu had a strong sense of crisis, and said bluntly, "Who are you painting for?"

"Huh?" Gu Bai replied hesitantly, thinking that the other party was probably at the level of his father and Mr. Si, he obediently explained, "It's just an ordinary job."

Bai Hu tore a piece of beef jerky and chewed it, feeling depressed that it was still kept a secret.

At first glance, this kind of routine was taught by Si Yiming's Pixiu, who can only enter but cannot keep his mouth shut!

Baihu thought for a while, and decided to change his posture to poach the wall.

He began to understand Hei Siyi, anyway, they all know the details of each other between the gods and beasts, and the history of mutual blackmail can be traced back to ancient times.

They didn't miss that Si Yiming was a penny-pinching rooster, and Si Yiming also hated them on weekdays.

This group of mythical beasts has a lot of property, even in modern society, there are still human beings enshrining them, and their wealth is inexhaustible, but every time they ask Si Yiming for help, their small private treasury will be emptied once, and the mythical beasts feel bitter. .

Everyone is a beast colleague who is too busy to be stupid, what can you do if you give a little discount?

But Si Yiming just didn't, because his jurisdiction is small, and there are still a lot of monsters to squeeze, so he doesn't have to worry about asking his colleagues for help, and he is not lenient at all when he takes out his colleagues' wealth.

It's even flattering.

"Did you know? Si Yiming is very stingy." Bai Hu said.

Gu Bai opened his mouth to refute, then closed it again, deciding to keep silent and concentrate on painting the wall.

He found that his friends with Mr. Si liked Mr. Hei Si very much, and he was so straightforward that he didn't worry about being known by Mr. Si himself.

——And Mr. Si seems to know it clearly.

Gu Bai had no friends since he was a child, and he didn't know how to get along with friends.

Seeing Mr. Si and Mr. Zhai cheating on each other but still trusting each other, he felt that this was probably a way of expressing their intimacy.

Although Gu Bai himself felt that this was a bit inappropriate, he would not accuse others of saying it was wrong.

Listen to it, listen to it, talk to others if they like to talk, anyway, Gu Bai himself will not talk too much.

He would only retort quietly in his heart that Mr. Si is a good man and he is not stingy at all.

Baihu brandished his hoe firmly: "Let me tell you, he used to take away all the money after a fight."

Gu Bai paused, thinking that Mr. Si was a bad boy before.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the loot...?

Bai Hu continued his efforts: "Si Yiming used to take off other people's clothes, and insisted that the jade hanging around their waists belonged to him."

Although the reason is that the piece of jade is carved with Pixiu.

Gu Bai remained motionless like a mountain.

After the black history, everyone will have this kind of thing.

Although... picking up people's clothes... this... um...

Bai Hu persevered: "Si Yiming is the least able to take care of cubs in our circle."

"..." Whether Mr. Ke Si will take care of the cub has nothing to do with him.

While thinking about it, Gu Bai added materials to the stone slab and tried to make it flat, as if he didn't listen to Bai Hu's nagging at all.

Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai's unmoved look, touched his pocket, and asked him, "Has Si Yiming paid you?"

With Si Yiming's nature, he would occasionally squeeze big monsters or something to help him with his part-time jobs without getting paid at all, and even asked them to post some treasures.

And the reason is quite reasonable: you have been blessed by Pixiu for hundreds of years, and you still want to be rewarded?

With such a routine, Baihu felt that it was normal for this heartless Pixiu to do the thing of squeezing the cub.

The last time he asked Si Yiming for help, Baihu felt his heart was sour after being emptied of his wealth once again.

But this time Gu Bai quickly opened his mouth and gave the answer: "Here it is!"

The whole white tiger was shocked: "Give it up?!"

"Yes." Gu Bai nodded, and looked suspiciously at Bai Hu who was so shocked that his expression was blank.

brave troops! !

Give! !

other people! !

paid! !

Baihu said that he was so scared that he almost had tiger stripes.

There are usually two types of objects that can make divine beasts restrain their nature.

First, your own cubs.

Second, own objects.

Usually this is the case.

But as the first little monster who can draw something famous after the gods overturned their car, it seems to be a special case.

Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai hesitantly, and confirmed again: "Are you really Si Yiming's cub?"

"No." Gu Bai denied again.

Mr. Si is so young, how could he have a child as old as him.

Bai Hu thought it might be the second type, he was shaken, thinking that it would be too freaking beast to attack the little cub, but then he thought that although they are divine beasts, they are indeed beasts.

There seems to be nothing wrong.

Baihu was hesitant, but in the end he still tried to say: "Si Yiming is super fierce, and he likes to fight. Maybe he will be violent in the future?"

Gu Bai: ...? ?

Gu Bai tilted his head to look at Baihu in astonishment, and was just about to say whether it was too much to be so dark, but he caught a glimpse of Si Yiming standing at the door from the corner of his head.

Si Yiming was carrying the food box, and he didn't know how long he had been listening. Now his face, which had softened for a long time, showed a ferocious look again, staring coldly at the man with his back to the door who was unyielding and wielding a hoe to pry the wall. white tiger.

Seeing that Gu Bai had spotted him, Si Yiming was no longer silent, and strode over to kick Baihu.

"Are you free, Bai Yunpiao?" Si Yiming's voice was so calm that it made one's heart shudder.

After kicking his colleague over with a very skilled posture, he turned his head and handed the food box he was carrying to Gu Bai, and told him to eat his lunch well, then turned his head and snorted coldly at the white tiger who got up , dragged his colleague who was screaming while clutching his kicked back, turned his head and left.

Holding the food box, Gu Bai watched in a daze as Mr. Bai was dragged all the way up the stairs by Mr. Si, and then there was the sound of Mr. Bai being violently beaten.

Occasionally, Mr. Bai could be heard yelling "I'm going to fight back", "Don't hit your face, don't hit your nose", "I'm really going to fight back" and other words.

Gu Bai shrank his neck, a little bit wanting to persuade him, but he hesitated.

On the other hand, Mr. Si's actions can be serious, Mr. Zhai has been beaten so many times, isn't he still alive and kicking!

This is probably the way Mr. Si communicates with his friends.

After all, Mr. Si's series of movements are so skillful.

Gu Bai came to such a conclusion, and then opened the food box, listening to the sound of Mr. Bai being beaten, he thought about what Mr. Bai said just now, "there may be domestic violence" and what Mr. Si said, "Bai Yunpiao".

In the end, Gu Bai instinctively ignored the former and focused on the latter.

It turns out that Mr. Bai's name is Bai Yunpiao.

It is indeed very imposing, no wonder he only introduced himself as Bai.

Gu Bai picked up some green vegetables with his chopsticks. The familiar taste made him stunned for a moment. He looked down at the other dishes in this big three-tiered food box, and showed a look of astonishment when he pulled out the seafood on the bottom. look.

It may not be cheap to eat fresh seafood in X province.

And... the green vegetables from before should have come from the same place as what Gu Bai ate in the apartment.

Gu Bai picked up a few other dishes to try one by one, and finally looked up at the stairs, and couldn't help showing a big smile.

It is always a joy to be cared for.

Just say that Mr. Si is a good person!

Gu Bai thought happily while listening to the sound of Baihu being beaten violently.

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