Gratitude License

The half-curved moon hung in the sky, slanting on the shadows of the trees.

Xu Liang was lying on the grass under the shade of a tree, a few white light spots danced on the skin of the back of his neck, and when a gust of wind passed by, the white spots were like fragile flames, which were blown away in an instant.

Xu Liang's breathing then calmed down, and he vaguely dreamed of a mosquito the size of an airplane.

The mosquito flew towards him with its ten-meter-long mouth, like a medieval warrior dueling on horseback.

Xu Liang was frightened and ran with his head in his arms, but he had nowhere to go. He was followed by pursuers. A group of mosquitoes quickly surrounded him, and at the same time pointed their ten-meter-long beak at his neck...

At this time, someone sneered twice, "With descendants like you, the ancestors of the Xu family would be laughed at for being ghosts."

Xu Liang looked up at him, but only saw a blurred figure in a white gown, like a character in a TV series.

It sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.

"Your parents have suffered so much to save you, but you only know how to play and eat sweets, and you are willing to be a fool."

Xu Liang bowed his head, maintaining the standard posture of being scolded, "I didn't eat candy today, I only ate chocolate..."

"Forget it, everyone has their own destiny. You shouldn't die today, but if you can hide from the first day of the new year, you can't hide from the fifteenth day. You have that kind of thing on you, and you are the only descendant of the generation of the demon doctor Xu's family. That guy returned The world will definitely come to you in the future, so please ask for blessings."

"Oh……"

"Understand?"

"don't know……"

"Then say something you can understand, don't see Chang Jing again."

Xu Liang slept profusely, gritted his teeth and muttered two words, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

After a while, Xu Liang was taken to the Baoen Management Office in Badachu Park.

As soon as Xiao Shisan saw Xu Liang being carried into the yard, he began to cry loudly, crying out to the decibel level of ten square dances on his own.

"Whoa! Whoah! Whoah!"

He was so emotional that he couldn't control his monster power, his body size increased several times, and he looked like a wild boar. He cried and trembled, and the melon seeds and peanuts in his cheeks fell all over the place.

Affected by the demon power, the peanut became the size of a shot put, and wherever it fell, it was a deep pit.

If the administrator hadn't arrived in time, one of the "shot puts" almost hit Xu Liang.

The management office was in a hurry. After everyone checked Xu Liang's body and erased his memory, it was almost twelve o'clock.

The management office is always extra cautious in the face of dubious repayment, otherwise it is unknown how many "self-recommendation pillows have killed the benefactor" or "tied people into the deep mountains and old forests with their own body" .

After everything was settled, team leader Liao Yang finally had time to sit down.

He was originally on a mission in Sanlitun, and he hurried back when he was notified. The Burberry trench coat he was wearing was too late to change, and the neckline was wide open to reveal a deep V bottom. There was a thin layer of sweat hanging around the collarbone, which smelled like cologne. Mixed with the smell of alcohol, it exudes a lazy sexiness.

Liao Yang rested his chin and checked Xiao Shisan's record of gratitude.

Regarding that piece of chocolate, "Elixir" is filled in the column of "Reporter's Self-report", and "Milk chocolate: 45% cocoa butter, origin of Ecuador, shelf life of one year" is written in the column of "Test Report".

Xiao Shisan's repayment was basically in line with the procedure. The doctor guessed that Xu Liang's throat was blocked by chocolate and he fell into a coma, which was purely accidental.

Originally, this matter was settled here, but Xu Liang just lay there and couldn't sleep, and a dozen administrators took turns to fight and couldn't wake him up. Even if Xiao Shisan moved out and cried into his ear, it was nothing use.

If this situation is placed on someone else, it would be fine for him to sleep here until he wakes up naturally, but Xu Liang can't.

It is said that stupid people have stupid blessings. Xu Liang's name tops the list of repaying favors. Since the promulgation of the regulations on repaying favors, there has been a long queue of goblins who seek him to repay favors. There will still be more than a dozen goblins going to repay their favor every month. If it is the same every time as this time, the management office's year-end bonus will not be counted on.

It's just that this is not the end, Xu Liang has a very good relationship with Fa Xiaoer in the Subduing Demon Management Office, if he has any mistakes because of the issue of repaying favors, his Fa Xiaoer will definitely come to ask the teacher the next day.

Everyone was very clear in their hearts. Instead of being unable to explain clearly at that time, it would be better to take the initiative to invite the great god now, so they urged Liao Yang to come forward and called someone.

After that, within a few minutes, the office was lit up, as if a layer of soft light had been cast on it.

The young male colleague put the trophies and medals on the bright side, and the young female colleague put her makeup on the bright side. Even the network administrator washed her feet temporarily, replaced her flip flops, and put on black leather shoes.

A quarter past twelve.

The wind rolled the fallen leaves and coiled them, and a unicorn floated in the air and slowly descended in the night.

Qilin's body is covered with translucent cyan scales, like neatly arranged pieces of jade. The watery moonlight flows over the scales, and the light cyan light wraps around the brilliant golden mane, floating slightly like The rain in early summer soaks the golden awns.

The administrators were all blinded by the light, and buried their heads in their heads: "Here we come, we should stop talking..."

As soon as the voice fell, the green unicorn landed steadily and restrained its light.

A figure got off Qilin's back and walked towards the gate.

The street lamp flickered, casting the tall figure of the man on the ground, like a black eagle soaring in the sky, leaving behind fleeting traces.

Liao Yang opened the door with a tea mug, and greeted with a smile, "Chang Jing."

Chang Jing was wearing a tailor-made black suit, but the open collar revealed a bit of sloppiness. He opened the door and entered the room, and threw a courier box on the table.

"What about people?"

More than a dozen administrators exchanged bullet screens with their eyes: Chang Daxia is still just as stinky! (╯‵ ′)╯

However, they have stinking capital.

The name "Changjing" in the demon-subduing circle is as rich in connotation and has a long history as unearthed cultural relics. The relevant chapters occupy two pages in the textbook, and there are ten test points.

Especially the "Chang Jing" of this generation, who is said to have defeated the hailed genius Chang Junyang at the age of 17, and has inherited the demon sword "Po Hua" that every demon-subduing teenager wants to touch in his dreams.

Chang Jing stood still in front of Liao Yang's table, and tapped his index finger on the table to make a "da da da" sound, like a time-bomb counting down the seconds.

Liao Yang: "Why are you so anxious, you have to rush back to work overtime at such a late hour? Zhao Chu really thinks highly of you."

Chang Jing: "I just want to help you save time, after all, it takes more time to be stupid."

The two are students of the same class, and they often ran against each other in school, and it has become even worse now.

While speaking, Chang Jing was taken to the director's office.

Xu Liang was lying on the luxurious Chivas Regal sofa, covered with two work clothes.

Chang Jing unceremoniously sat down next to Xu Liang, and pushed him, "Silly Liang—"

Xu Liang didn't respond, he was not so much asleep as in a coma, and he knew without asking that there must be something wrong with Repaying En.

Chang Jing's face darkened, and he began to check whether Xu Liang was injured.

Liao Yang: "I was bitten by mosquitoes 32 times, do you want to report the exact location to you?"

Chang Jing glanced at Liao Yang, and continued to check, only to find that his complexion was not normal, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, as if he was very hot.

Chang Jing raised her hand naturally, and wiped the sweat off Xu Liang's forehead with her sleeve, but when she touched the skin, she found that something was not normal.

Chang Jing paused for a second, didn't say anything, just leaned over and picked up Xu Liang.

He didn't leave directly, but carried Xu Liang to the outside office and put him on Liao Yang's computer chair.

Chang Jing picked up the courier box she brought, poked open the tape with Liao Yang's pen, and took out an iron box from inside. After a while, there was a harsh sound of metal rubbing in her hands.

The dozen or so administrators behind him craned their necks to look around at the same time, but because of the angle, they couldn't see what Chang Jing was holding, so they could only swipe the barrage in the air and guess the plot.

Liao Yang stood in front of Chang Jing, saw his movements clearly, but didn't say anything, just kept silent with a smile.

After a while, a smell of *was released.

"Fuck, what's the smell?"

"Who farted...it stinks!"

"Emma is shit!"

Chang Jing held her breath, and shook the canned herring in front of Xu Liang.

Xu Liang had no intention of waking up at all, and he didn't even wrinkle his brows.

Chang Jing seemed a little surprised, "I don't wake up, it seems that I can only carry it back."

He put the can on the table, carried Xu Liang on his back, and said to everyone: "The extra-large canned herring imported from Sweden, keep it for you for supper. You don't need to give me the money, just thank you for taking care of Sha Liang."

He took Xu Liang with his back on his back and took two steps when he "accidentally" hit the table with his right hand and "unfortunately" overturned the can on the corner of the table.

The soup and water were spilled all over the floor, and the strong smell suddenly exploded, just like overturning a pot of condensed heat that had been boiled for 50 years.

After Chang Jing went out, he closed the door tightly, smiled and said, "Sorry."

Then I added in my heart, I deserve it.

He put his hand on Xu Liang's forehead and confirmed it again. Obviously, Xu Liang had a fever, and the fever was not mild.

Chang Jing and Xu Liang have been playing together since they were young, and they have grown up fighting and fighting all the way to this age, and their familiarity is no less than that of their brothers.

Over the years, he watched Xu Liang being surrounded by groups of goblins to repay his favor, and the panacea was harvested one crop after another.

Xu Liang's body grew up eating thousand-year-old ginseng egg fried rice and ten-thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum boiled noodles, let alone a fever, even common colds and coughs can be counted on his fingers.In three or nine days, he was thrown into the moat and soaked for an hour, and he was still alive and well after being picked up and dried.

But Xu Liang, who is in such good health, has a fever. Needless to say, the unreliable management must have indulged the silly goblin and given him something he shouldn't eat.

Inviting them to eat a can of herring himself is considered a courtesy.

After arriving home, Chang Jing carried Xu Liang to the bed and put him away. He wanted to find a thermometer to measure his temperature, but Xu Liang hadn't been sick for more than ten years, and there was no such equipment at home.

Chang Jing can only go out to buy.

There was a soft sound when the door closed, and after a while, Xu Liang frowned and opened his eyes a narrow slit.

The street lamp outside the window left a small spot of light on his eyes, but the pupils were so dark that it seemed impossible to reach the bottom.

After an unknown amount of time, the frowns that were frowning were finally relaxed. Xu Liang looked at the ceiling, but his vision was like a thick fog, floating and unfocused.

The light in the room was dim, but he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The world in Xu Liang's eyes is shining with white light. People who have lived in darkness for a long time cannot adapt to the light immediately. He instinctively does not want to get close to the white light, but the light has a strong gravitational force, tearing his consciousness, pushing him into the long-lost world. .

The world was spinning for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Xu Liang found himself lying on the bed, looking at everything in front of him through his own consciousness.

The chandelier has been hanging for over 20 years and the light stand is covered in heavy rust.

On the top shelf of the bookshelf hangs a spider web that was newly knotted last month.

The wall was repainted to cover up the traces of his scribbles when he was a child, but Chang Jing drew a row of pig heads with a marker...

Xu Liang moved his fingertips, only feeling that the touch of the skin was very real.

He got up and got out of bed, took off his sweat-soaked shirt, and walked to the mirror.

There was a faint bruise on his chest, shaped like it was when he was five years old. This was not a good sign, and a moment of freedom might just be a flashback.

Xu Liang was a little drowsy, his vision was blurred and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

He tried to remember, but the sound of the key interrupted his thoughts.

Rapid footsteps sounded from far to near.

Xu Liang's tired and indifferent face finally had an expression. The corners of his mouth turned up, showing a smirk, and he squinted his eyes to look at the door, like a large carnivore guarding its territory, waiting for its prey to fall into a trap.