My protagonist attributes have been discovered

On the banks of the Wangchuan Neihe River in the underworld, it's almost twelve o'clock.

"Houtu..." Song Yangle was silent for a while, and quickly sifted through the records in "Shan Hai Jing": "The one who is 'the minister of the Yellow Emperor, the grandson of Gonggong'?"

"Ah."

"he and me……?"

"Humans say that you are the spirit|soul left outside when he was transformed into reincarnation in ancient times; and Xuanwei was born in the reincarnation of his body, so he also respects you as 'father'."

"That's right," Song Yangle put his pockets in his back and straightened his back: "Shanhai Hotel hired me because they don't want me to be caught and used by someone with a heart, and to have an impact on reincarnation when Xuanmu is about to mature?"

"Ah."

"..." Song Yangle looked at Ying Long with dark eyes, and said softly, "So, in your eyes, I am the reincarnation of Houtu?"

Ying Long looked at him for a second.

Then, as he gradually lowered his eyes, his voice was flat: "No."

Song Yangle froze for a moment, then raised his eyes.

The dark eyes facing him from above are filled with Kongming lights, which are slightly bright and satisfactory, driving away the cold divinity in which the stars are revolving, the tide ebbs and flows, the birth and death of all things, and finally reflects him alone. reflection of...

Ying Long looked at him fixedly, with a serious expression in his lazy half-lowered eyes:

"From the moment you decided to become human, you were different from him."

"You are human."

"I know."

"..."

The Wangchuan River flows silently, and the green light on the river reflects the water, bright and dark.

……

It's night, at the stop sign at the entrance of Shanhai Street, it's almost nine o'clock.

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival! See you tomorrow!"

"You too! See you tomorrow!"

Under the dim street lights invisible to ordinary human beings, after saying goodbye to Sister Tu and Tai Feng who came back in a hurry, watching a demon and a god share the joy of the Dragon Boat Festival and go back to the store, Song Yangle turned back, holding the backpack belt , looked up at Boss Ying in front of him, his black eyes were filled with light:

"See you tomorrow, Boss Ying."

Boss Ying, who was a head taller than him, half-lowered his eyes, slightly moved his brows, and looked at him lazily: "Or 'boss'?"

"..." Song Yangle groaned at him with reddish ears, "I still don't understand, what kind of strange switch was turned on by you today, why is your mouth full of flirty words?"

"Don't you dare to complain in front of the boss?" Boss Ying said lazily.

Song Yangle showed surprise in his eyes: "You actually know the word 'Tucao'..."

"You usually talk a lot downstairs."

"?! You're actually a screen peeping party? Sister Tu knows she should go berserk..."

"I just listen to you."

"...Don't talk coquettishly!"

"I'm only telling the truth."

"...!!!"

"..."

Under the lights, the voices of one tall and one short talking were covered in an invisible range; soon, the hour came, and the bus with the 7092 signboard stopped silently at the platform. After a short farewell, Gao's shadow He bowed his head and touched the short shadow... Then the two figures under the streetlight separated, the tall one stopped in place, and the short one stepped onto the bus, got into the compartment and took a seat... The bus started.

"Brother," the humanoid squirrel sat next to the human youth who was sitting on the seat holding a backpack, shaking his short legs, his black eyes gurgling in his sockets, and his curious eyes swept across his red face Ears, brushed his blushing forehead again, and finally met his eyes, blinked, and the childish voice was especially clear in the unusually silent carriage: "Why did Master Ying Long kiss you?"

"...!" The forced composure was shattered, and the heat from the ears and forehead suddenly spread to the whole head and face. The red-faced human youth squeezed the schoolbag tightly, and then suddenly raised a hand to show the glistening on the wrist. The glowing red rope, the trembling voice is trying to cover up: "It's the red thread, the red thread!"

"Oh...but why do you wear red thread? Is it also for exorcising evil spirits?"

"……what."

"But shouldn't the exorcism thread be five |color|? Look at mine..."

"..."

……

10 minute later.

"—Di——Binhe Road, here we are. Passengers getting off, please get off through the back door."

The bus stopped at the dark and dilapidated small platform, and several ghosts who had applied to come to the human world to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival got on the bus one after another; Song Yangle turned his head sideways and looked out the window at a man carrying a black plastic bag and a long coat. The "fat" uncle, who was blocked by a skinny human in trousers, saw the blurred silhouette of the other party, the enlarged blood|hole in the beer belly, and the badly worn shirt and trousers...

And me……

The pulp of the thumb of his left hand wiped over the side of the middle finger, and there was an extra scar at some point. Before the blood|hole at the bottom shrunk, and before the ghost|soul looked over, he turned his head and looked at the center of the front rearview mirror again. With the gradually receding road scene, he finished his thoughts with no expression on his face: he is not a good person.

However, very occasionally.

And I don't want to be the bad guy all the time.

……

"...What do you think, Xiao Hei?"

In the building of Wenjing Community, a human youth in a hoodie and jeans leaned against the door of the entire rented house, watching the opposite side congealed into a solid soul|soul and formally said goodbye to the old human who walked out, and then turned into a glimmer of light and disappeared into the original place. In the latter's grateful eyes, he closed the door, bowed down, picked up the little black dog, and looked into its bottomless black eyes.

The little black dog who was grabbed by the back of the neck by the owner gasped excitedly: "Wow!"

"Ah……"

The dark and bright eyes slightly curved: "Stupid dog."

"Wang woo~"

but.

Just keep being stupid...

Not bad.