Monster Apartment

Si Yiming expressed his satisfaction that no one came to disturb him and Gu Bai being alone.

Although being alone can't make any special progress, but only with each other, the atmosphere is very different.

Si Yiming rolled up his sleeves and went to beat eggs. The two of them decided today to just boil a few dumplings and fry an egg.

Gu Bai looked at Mr. Si who was going straight to the kitchen, and was dazed for a while, then hurriedly followed: "Mr. Si?"

Si Yiming took off his coat and said, "Today's meal is simple, I'll make it."

Mr. Si has fought with Mrs. Spirit Snake and Gu Bai for such a long time. Even if he doesn't have any high-end cooking skills, it is still no problem to cook a spring onion fried egg and a dumpling.

Gu Bai stood by the kitchen and hesitated for two seconds, seeing Si Yiming's skillful movements, he felt something was wrong.

He took two steps forward, Si Yiming turned around and pushed him to the stairs, then stuffed Gu Bai's backpack into his arms: "Go and pack it."

Gu Bai hugged the backpack, looked at the head in front of him, and then glanced at Si Yiming who turned back, after thinking about it, he still took out a few bottles and a small cloth bag that Si Yiming gave him from the backpack and put it on. up the second floor.

The bottles are not small, and the material is very special. It is delicate and cold to the touch. The texture is a bit like jade, but it is clear milky white, and you can vaguely see the turbulent red inside.

These bottles are Zhu Niao's blood, very precious.

And in the small cloth bag next to it are the feathers of Vermilion Bird and some other bits and pieces.

It is said to be a small cloth bag, but it is actually a small bundle made of a complete piece of cloth.

The material of the small cloth bag is very special, it is white in appearance, light and soft, silky and cool to the touch, just like fine satin, but much softer than satin.

A thin layer of cloth that feels like being trapped in a cloud.

Opening the cloth bag, there are layers of pale colors like clouds on the inside. In these clouds, there are many fine fluff and intact feathers, which are exuding waves of heat, inside the cloth bag that blocks the light. , like a mass of carbon fire, emitting a bright orange-red light.

Gu Bai tied the small cloth bag again, and the scorching hot air around him gradually settled and cooled down again.

According to Mr. Si, these feathers were lost by the red bird over the years.

Divine beasts usually don't shed their hair naturally, but in order to maintain their gorgeous and elegant appearance, they still regularly clean the feather scales on their bodies to ensure their beauty and at the same time remove some damaged feather scales.

Most of these feathers have been cleaned, not as fierce as the feathers on Vermilion Bird, but they are still hot.

Gu Bai looked at the small cloth bag, then turned his head to look at the bottles of Vermilion Bird's Blood carefully placed on the table, thought for a while, took a bottle, walked to the corner, and opened the cork on the bottle.

A wave of heat suddenly rushed out of the bottle, looking forward through the mouth of the bottle, the easel, small table and cabinet on the opposite side were twisted.

Gu Bai put the cap on the bottle, thinking that he might not be able to draw this painting.

Where can he find a canvas and brush that can withstand such a temperature, and to put it mildly, there is no suitable paint.

Gu Bai put the bottles away very carefully, for fear that they would be accidentally overturned and the studio would be set on fire, then he turned his head and went downstairs quickly.

"Mr. Si, Mr. Si!" Gu Bai walked with the wind, blowing all the way in front of Si Yiming.

Before he had time to say anything, he saw Si Yiming standing by the trash can, pouring a plate of burnt fried eggs into it, trying to destroy the corpse.

Gu Bai: "..."

Si Yiming: "..."

"...Mr. Si." Gu Bai looked away from the plate of eggs, thought about it, and decided to pretend nothing happened.

Si Yiming put the empty plate in his hand on the cooking table, pretended nothing happened, and looked at Gu Bai.

"The temperature of the feather and blood is too high, I don't have any painting tools and paints to use." Gu Bai took out two eggs from the refrigerator while talking.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai's movements for a while, this time he carefully wrote down the steps and time, and then said: "Use that piece of brocade for the canvas."

Gu Bai sprinkled chopped green onion in the egg liquid, and when he heard Si Yiming's answer, he thought of the piece of cloth that was rolled into a small cloth bag.

"That's called Xiajin, it feels very comfortable to the touch."

Of course it is comfortable. Can the brocade woven by Yunxia be uncomfortable?

Not only comfortable, but also warm in winter and cool in summer.

Si Yiming thought about it, glanced at Gu Bai, and decided to find some time to ask Zhu Niao for some pieces of brocade, and make some for Gu Bai... um, pajamas.

After all, the fabric of pajamas is good, and the quality of sleep will be better.

Gu Bai is still growing his body.

Si Yiming watched intently as Gu Bai poured the egg liquid he had stirred in his hand into the hot oil pan.

The tender yellow egg liquid immediately bubbled up, and the sides were cooked quickly. Gu Bai shook the pot, and seeing that there was no sticking to the pot, he simply turned the egg over.

A smell of fried eggs suddenly permeated the air.

Mr. Si turned his head and glanced at the trash can: "..."

After watching Gu Bai pick up the pot, he withdrew his gaze from the trash can, turned his head to get the pressure cooker half filled with water, and boiled the water to cook the dumplings.

Gu Bai packed the scallion omelette, turned to Si Yiming and said, "But there are no suitable brushes or paints either."

Moreover, Gu Bai was a little unsure if he could paint on new fabrics that he hadn't touched before.

Because Xiajin is completely different from the cotton and linen fabrics suitable for oil painting canvases.

But compared to brushes and paints that are sure to be burned directly, the material of the canvas is not a problem.

Si Yiming ignored this point. He thought for a while and said, "I'll prepare a usable set for you as soon as possible."

What kind of painting utensils can persist in painting under the power of Vermilion Bird?

nonsense.

Of course, it is to find monsters and human monks who are good at refining weapons to refine a set of magic weapons for Gu Baixin!

Gu Bai watched Si Yiming pour twenty or so dumplings into the boiling water, first nodded, then touched his nose in embarrassment.

Si Yiming turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Gu Bai pressed in a low voice: "The studio on the second floor of my house is not suitable either, the temperature is too high and it will damage my previous works."

Although the community of Kyushu Shanhaiyuan belongs to the extremely safe area where a missile bombards it, and the monsters in the community can watch the fireworks explode hand in hand, but if something goes wrong inside, there is really no special solution.

Anyway, the formations in the neighborhood and the room certainly couldn't protect Gu Bai's ordinary painting utensils and paintings under the temperature of Zhu Niao's blood.

Mr. Si pondered for a long time, until the dumplings in the pot floated up and revealed their white belly, and then he said, "Then you go to my house to paint. The second floor of my house is unused and has been empty all the time."

Gu Bai was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to meet his boss Yiming's gaze, instinctively felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

The reason why he felt something was wrong was probably because he hadn't entered Si Yiming's house a few times.

Although his family's study room was almost filled with Si Yiming's things, but after careful calculation, Gu Bai only went to Mr. Si's house once in a serious way.

Probably because he subconsciously didn't think that Mr. Si would open his private domain to others, so he felt surprised and something was wrong.

Gu Bai thought about it, then nodded and agreed to Si Yiming's proposal.

Gu Bai was nervously thinking about the dream of seeing Zhu Bird, so he ate dinner quickly.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai put down the bowl and chopsticks and took out the bottle of Vermilion Bird's divine sense after brushing his teeth, looking at him expectantly.

"Zhu Niao picked out the memory that she thinks can best show her heroic appearance, don't worry."

While talking, Si Yiming stretched out his hand to cover Gu Bai's eyes after Gu Bai lay down on the bed nervously.

When he raised his hand again, Gu Bai had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Mr. Si opened the bottle, watched the thin threads emitting a red halo slowly float out, then sat on the edge of the bed and watched it peacefully, thinking about how to clean up the second floor when he went back.

Just kidding, how could there be a vacant place in his Pixiu's old den.

The first floor of Si Yiming's house is the living room, and the second floor is his treasure house!

Correct!

It is the treasure house that Gu Lang poked a hole in 300 years ago.

After 300 years, Si Yiming continued to add various formations to protect it airtight, and now the treasure house has become full again.

It's just that now, the treasures in the treasure house may have to stay in another place.

Because the treasure house will usher in a bigger treasure.

A living, moving, super cute baby who can cook.

The big baby Gu Bai walked through the long darkness in his dream, and when he was gradually lost, he heard a loud and clear cry.

The sound was like a bird, and like the howling of the wind.

He followed the sound in a daze, the darkness in front of him gradually faded, and a mountain and river was slowly revealed in front of his eyes.

There are numerous mountains and ridges, and countless birds call it their home. On the highest peak, there is a scorching fire like a scorching sun.

There flew out a big bird that was covered in rays of light, and its whole body was fiery red and shining with golden light. She had an elegant posture, and with a flap of her wings, she flew straight to the nine heavens.

Gu Bai felt as if he had turned into the sky, able to see infinite distances.

He looked at where the Vermilion Bird passed by, the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and several thunderclouds filled with the oppressive power of heaven and earth were born.

Gu Bai glanced at those thunder clouds, and naturally knew that someone was about to become a fairy.

But Zhu Niao went straight to his destination without looking back.

Gu Bai followed her closely, watching him fly over the vast land, the scenery below changed from mountains to hills, and from hills to plains.

All the way to the north, when she passed a quiet and desolate wide lake, she flapped her wings, and two balls of fire, like the scorching sun, went straight into the lake.

With a loud "bang", the water turned into steam and evaporated, spreading everywhere.

At this moment, a huge fish suddenly jumped up from the water, and when it saw the weathered bird, it let out an angry cry, and rushed to the sky to fight with the vermilion bird.

From the quiet and peaceful scenery to the brutal action scene in a second, Gu Bai was startled by the loud noise, and looked at the two huge birds that were fighting, shaking the world and changing colors, a flash in his mind What Si Yiming said before he fell asleep.

——What Zhu Niao picked out was the memory that she thought best showed her heroic appearance.

Gu Bai: "..."

The author has something to say: Zhu Niao: I am the most handsome!

Kunpeng: Your Immortal Banban is the most handsome :)