Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

This is a very normal day. Wu Cong and Hotch, who came back from China to the United States, went out to work and the other stayed at home to look after their children, ah no, dealing with foreign affairs. Song Yu and Zhao Changle, who lived upstairs, ran away after Christmas. Traveling in Europe is almost completely out of touch.

But Wu Cong wasn't too worried about them. In Europe, where there were no big monsters, Song Yu would be fine even if he walked sideways, let alone what would happen.

So he was just worried for a few seconds symbolically, then turned his head and started arguing with the gods from ancient Egypt about the ownership of a few souls.

After solving this matter, there are a lot of visitors from other gods in the queue behind, all of whom are here to deal with the soul belonging problem accumulated in this short period of time.

Chinese die abroad and want to return to China, mixed-race people choose China, foreigners die in China and want to go abroad, mixed-race people choose the foreign side, as the most populous country in the world, the workload of Wu Cong is second only to the next door The one from the Indian gods, the pile of materials on his desk is enough to make anyone who walks into the office respect him.

"This is worth two weeks of my workload." Beelzubub, one of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, who is also in charge of diplomacy, said with emotion, and put the documents on the table and pushed them to Wu Cong, "This It's a new batch of lists."

"Thanks for your hard work." Wu Cong said lightly, picked up the list and quickly flipped through the pages, "No problem, go get someone tomorrow." As he said, he stamped his seal on the end of the document, declaring that the document was official. take effect.

"If you can, please tell your colleague that you don't want to run around if you have nothing to do in the future." He handed the document back to Beelzubub with the usual cold expression, "Not everyone in the underworld Hei Wuchang is so easy to talk about."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely teach Asmodeus a lesson when I go back." Beelzubub promised with a smile, "It's rare to ask him to help with something and make such a big mess. It's really embarrassing."

Wu Cong didn't answer his words, but picked up the tea in his hand, skimmed off the froth and took a sip, and the other party knew what he meant to see off the guest, stood up and said goodbye and left.

Watching Beelzubub's figure disappear into the endless void outside the office, Wu Cong put down his teacup and picked up another file from the pile of documents, and another strange-looking guy from an unknown god came in.

His office is directly connected to the external liaison offices of various god departments. This is an independently opened subspace, located in his apartment, which can effectively avoid some unnecessary losses.

That's right, just like the one in front of you.He knocked on the table expressionlessly to ask the little paper figurine to drag out the "things" that had been smashed into a lump because he knocked on the table against him. Lazily, he looked up at the watch on the wall.

It's almost five o'clock, Hotch's plane is at 05:30, and it's almost six o'clock when he gets home, he has to start preparing dinner now.

There were piles of documents on the table, Wu Cong waved his hand casually and threw the pile of nonsense on the left into the trash can, and the unimportant pile on the right to be dealt with by his ghost soldiers. I flipped through the copies, wrote down the instructions and stamped them, and went home from get off work at five o'clock in the afternoon to cook.

"A Lang, you're back." Dan Sha yawned and hugged Wu Cong's calf, before he could finish speaking, he turned into a little snake around his ankle, landed on the ground and rolled lazily.

Winter is coming to an end, and Dansha is awake longer and longer, most of the time he is half asleep and half awake like now, unwilling to move like a child lying in bed.

Wu Cong also indulged her in bed, not at all as strict as Jinwu pulled the old bus by the ear to make him go out to exercise, and prepared a lot of delicious food for Dansha for her to eat at any time, and the treatment was so good that the old bus would eat it every day. Fantasizing about jumping to work as a snake in Wu Cong's house.

It's a pity that he is neither cute nor soft, eats a lot and is lazy, no one is willing to take him in except Jinwu who has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Hotch dragged his suitcase and returned to the apartment exhausted. Wu Cong could smell the faint smell of blood and resentment on his body. It was another troublesome and sinful case. Hotch left the bag and changed it. The shoes leaned directly on the sofa, rubbing the space between his brows and sighing wearily.

"A very troublesome case?" Wu Cong helped him rub his swollen forehead, and was hugged back by his lover.

"They're still children." Hotch's voice was low and hoarse, unwilling to recall the little bloody corpses. "The youngest is only three years old."

The increasingly vigorous spiritual power in his body not only made him more sensitive in the case, but also brought many negative effects. When he stepped into the scene of the crime, screams filled his ears. It was blood, it was an extremely subtle perspective, he completely received the despair and fear of the child when he was dying, the intense emotion was like a torrent that almost broke through his spiritual barrier, but even if he managed to hold his mind, his face was still the same. It was so ugly that the members of the group were worried that something happened to his body.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wu Cong hugged his lover who seemed extremely fragile at this moment, soothing him with a soft tone, and gently traced the outline of the spell with his fingertips on his back, silently dispelling the lingering resentment.

Children's souls are pure, and they are more likely to become ghosts than ordinary people once they feel resentment in their hearts. It is already very good that Hotch can not be affected without him by his side.

"You have to keep working hard." He smiled lowly, and gently kissed his lover's forehead and the corners of his lips. The small kisses did not contain any erotic meaning, but purely comforting kisses.

Without the interference of resentment, Hotch quickly got rid of that depressed mood. He pushed Wu Cong, "I'm fine." After a pause, he continued, "Teach me how to build a barrier later. .”

The more he practiced, the deeper his feeling for various powers became, so he knew exactly how dangerous he was in a few days ago. The little devil was difficult to deal with. If the amulet hanging on his body was not deterrent enough, he probably May not come back.

"Okay." Wu Cong replied with a smile, and said again, "It's time to eat, I got a good tomato today, and the soup tastes good."

Beelzubub can't come empty-handed when he comes to catch people. The tomatoes grown on the edge of the blood pool are sweet and delicious, with thin skin and juicy. Wu Cong cut two to cook the soup, and added a few hellbird eggs to thicken it up. Pour two drops of sesame oil before turning off the fire, the taste is just right.

Dansha also rubbed into Hotch's arms, the little girl was half asleep and half awake, yawning, softly talking about what she wanted to eat, Hotch finished the last case just when he was doting on children, and Wu Cong looked a little bit at everything he asked for. Uncomfortable, he put a large bowl of vegetables in front of Dansha without hesitation.

I need to replenish energy after sleeping all winter, but I can't do without vegetables.

Dansha stared at the big pointed bowl with tears in her eyes for a while, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that there were more of them than before hibernation. After a few seconds, she sniffled and turned around, buried her head in Hotch's clothes, and complained childishly to the witch No matter how Cong bullied her, how bad he was, even Wu Cong ate an extra biscuit from her decades ago to testify, sobbing and refusing to eat vegetables.

In the end, Wu Cong had no choice but to pull out half of the sharp vegetables against Hotch's cold eyes, deeply feeling that his status in the apartment seemed to have further declined.

After dinner, Dansha went back to her room to sleep in a daze with her biscuit in her mouth, and Wu Cong taught Hotch how to build a strong enough mental barrier in the study.

Hotch's talent makes it easy for him to be overwhelmed by the ghost's emotions while his spiritual power increases. Of course, there is nothing wrong with Wu Cong watching him all the time in the past few times. Now that he goes out to handle the case by himself, a strong enough mental barrier is a must. that's it.

Although Wu Cong himself is a talented player, he doesn't have any experience in building a mental barrier, and he made it out of it when he did it, but after searching the books and experience of old friends, teaching Hotch is still no problem.

He even improved the technique by referring to the Occlumency Technique of Western wizards, so that it can achieve the maximum effect while consuming the least amount of energy, and at the same time have a certain refreshing effect.

"Basically, I have already demonstrated it last time." Wu Cong guided the weak spiritual power in Hotch's body to circulate, "Take several large acupoints as nodes, stretch out the line, and then form a surface, and the surfaces overlap and echo each other, forming a shape with Defensive armor."

Hotch's weakness is that he has too little spiritual power. After all, he has just started practicing for a short time, so it is already very difficult to stretch out a single face. Like Wu Cong's soul, overlapping faces can even play flowers. It was impossible, but fortunately, his will was firm enough, and there were few nodes that needed protection, so he could barely support it under careful calculation.

Wu Cong demonstrated with Hotch's spiritual power, and then Hotch tried to build a defense, and Wu Cong came to break his defense, and then taught him how to improve it.

As I said before, Wu Cong is not a good teacher, but Hotch is a good student. After a few rounds, he can build a barrier with a pretty good defense, and even occasionally seize the opportunity to fight back, causing Wu Cong some trouble .

When they were having a good time teaching and learning, Wu Cong's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Is something wrong?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know either." Wu Cong glanced at the caller ID, "The little fish from the little doctor's family in your group."

This is a rare thing, Triton has almost never contacted Wu Cong, let alone contacted alone at such a late hour.

Actually something happened, Triton came to ask Wu Cong for help.

After he slaughtered a dozen little bats in a rage.