The years when I was an interpreter for monsters

Taking the spider silk from the bride, Yan Shiyu followed behind Ao Zheng, changed direction and continued walking in the woods.He vaguely felt that this route looked familiar: "Mr. Long, where are we going next?"

"Go find the little fish."

As he spoke, he saw the lake in front of him.

When Xiaoyu saw Jinlong, she excitedly danced on the spot to show her welcome.

Yan Shiyu was dumbfounded watching the Sharkman's talent show, and thought to himself: I praised him before watching it to be polite, but fortunately, when I was complacent, I was modest and didn't show it.

At the end of the dance, the shark ended with a gesture of salute. She swam to the shore with uncontrollable joy and admiration on her face: "What is the Dragon Lord doing looking for Xiaoyu?"

"Yeah." Ao Zheng handed over the hair and spider silk, "I want to trouble you to weave a wig."

"This is Xiaoyu's honor." The merman clasped his hands and asked, wagging his tail, "Mr. Long, what is a wig?"

"This, let Shiyu tell you." Ao Zheng stood aside, "I don't really know much about it."

Xiaoyu blinked, and looked at the young man with a shy smile: "Okay, please tell me the details, my lord."

Although Xiaoyuren's expression and words did not seem to be any different from the first time they met, Yan Shiyu always felt that something was not right.

Forget it, it's always friendly.He put away his thoughts and began to describe the appearance of the wig in detail: "Miss Xiaoyu, how is it? Can you do it?"

"No problem." The shark reassured, patted his chest.

I saw her right fingertips lightly touching the spider silk, and her left hand was holding the golden hair.The spider silk overlapped while the fingers were dancing, and the hair was neatly inserted into the weaving seam.Her movements are graceful, and every move seems to be dancing to the rhythm, flowing and flowing, pleasing to the eye.

After a while, the wig was braided.

Yan Shiyu couldn't help applauding.

"My lord, is this okay? Is there anything that needs to be changed?" Xiaoyu asked.

"No, it's great!" Yan Shiyu touched the wig and joked, "If one day I go bald, I hope Xiaoyu can make one for me too."

The merman smiled, and whispered: "Then you can go to Master Xiao Hei for hair. He is the only cat demon who insists on taking a bath once a month even if he doesn't like water."

Yan Shiyu thought of the bow tie he tied, and suddenly missed the black cat: "Mr. Long, how long will it take for Xiao Hei to come back?"

"It should be soon." Ao Zheng seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "I have found the sea area, Xiaoyu, do you want to move there today?"

"Is it far?" Xiaoyu tilted his head and asked.

"There are some."

The merman smiled and said, "Then let's wait until Master Xiao Hei comes back."

After leaving the lake, Yan Shiyu handed over the wig to the werewolf, and the Mediterranean incident finally came to an end.

Watching the werewolves and vampires leave, the young man felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.Although it was just a small misunderstanding, on a bigger scale, he just resolved an international dispute.

"Mr. Long, let's prepare the leaflets!" Yan Shiyu said vigorously as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Eat first." Jin Long said, "I just want to prepare something."

One person and one dragon turned around and walked towards the small building.No one noticed that the black bat suddenly turned its head above the werewolf's head in the distance, and its scarlet eyes fell on the young man, and it did not move away for a long time.

Yan Shiyu was cooking soup while thinking about how to write the flyer.

This business is also his first time.I can only desperately recall the house sales, fitness, foreign language learning, and small cards I received when I was walking on the road, ah no, there is no one under the door, but after thinking about it, I have no impression at all.

He regretted a little, why didn't he take a second look at it when he got it, and then put it in the trash can.As for the advertisement, all he can think of is the shout of 998 on the TV.

Yan Shi said, "Well—"

Ding Dong!

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Ao Zheng stared at the content on the ground and was silent for a while.

"Don't you think it's okay, Mr. Long?"

"No." Ao Zheng said, "I'm just a little surprised, why I can immediately imagine his tone when I read this passage. Have I heard it somewhere, why don't I have any impression?"

Yan Shiyu smiled awkwardly.

Jin Long copied the writing on the paper with a brush according to the handwriting on the ground.The young man looked at it over and over for a long time, and said: "It seems too simple, Dragon Lord, can you draw patterns?"

Yan Shiyu randomly drew a few border stripes that are commonly used in blackboard newspapers on the ground: "This kind of one, just draw it on the four corners, it's a little more delicate."

Ao Zheng glanced at it, and found that it was quite similar to the pattern carved on the doors and windows of the rich family, so he drew a suitable one from memory.

"Looks like something is missing?" Yan Shiyu dragged his chin.

Ao Zheng sat aside, neither urging nor impatient.

"Ah!" Yan Shiyu finally remembered, "It's a LOGO! What a LOGO!"

"What's that?" Jin Long asked.

The young man explained: "It's a simple pattern that makes others think of your pattern at a glance."

"Like the copper coin signs hanging at the gates of some banks?"

"Well, that's pretty much what it means."

Ao Zheng frowned: "I don't quite understand this, what do you think?"

"Well, I hope the world is peaceful and full of love!" The young man exaggerated with open arms.After finishing speaking, I probably felt that I was too middle school, so I quickly took it back, and quickly drew a pattern on the ground with a branch.

"Looks like a human hand."

Yan Shiyu bent his four fingers, straightened his thumb, touched his fingertips together, and made a gesture of heart to Ao Zheng: "This is in the shape of a heart!"

"Love and peace!"

"love and peace!"

Ao Zheng smiled, imitating the young man's manner, and returned a heartfelt love.

Yan Shiyu's face turned red.He hurriedly stood up and pulled his neckline in a disguised way: "It's a bit hot today."

Jin Long glanced at the setting sun, then at the young man's blushing face, and waved his hands thoughtfully.Suddenly a gust of cool wind hit, Yan Shiyu shivered from the cold, and goose bumps appeared.

He suppressed the coldness in his heart, and showed a grateful smile at the man: "Many, thank you, Lord Long."

"You are Welcome."

On the edge of the steep cliff, the faint light of the moon casts on a pile of rocky ruins. Under the shadows, a man whose face cannot be seen clearly sits on a rock with his legs crossed.He held the goblet made of crystal with his right hand, shaking the blood-red liquid in the glass slightly.

"Ah, this icy moonlight is like my heart that is not beating. It longs to be watered by hot blood and nourish bright roses."

"Ah, the pure and lovable beauty in the distance, his neck is so slender and white, his blood must be the sweetest honey, I..."

A piece of wood flew from a distance, hitting the man's head straight, and the wine glass in his hand fell out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The man screamed and flew over, hugged the glass tightly and shouted behind him, "Tom, how could you do this! This is my only goblet! It is the last bit of stubbornness in my elegant life!"

The werewolf held the tree trunk in his arms, carried a stone on his shoulders, and the veins in the corners of his eyes were bulging: "I want to live in a house..."

"It's a castle," corrected the vampire.

The werewolf yelled, "Then the fucker will go to work for me!"

The vampire took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust off the crystal cup: "Such a rough job is not suitable for a nobleman in a tuxedo like me."

The werewolf angrily threw the stone off his shoulder.