Mr. Fu is always too annoying

When Fu Tong changed his nickname through Fu Qianyuan's WeChat friend request, he felt in a good mood and was very happy.

But as soon as he passed, he regretted it.

Because Fu Qianyuan is really annoying.

Fu Tong looked at the words continuously appearing in the dialog box, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

Pulling black feels that the price is low, and not pulling black is annoying.

If I knew this earlier, it would be better not to add it at the beginning.

Skull pain.

The messages in the dialog box are still popping out one by one.

Fu Tong marked it as read several times in a row, but he couldn't take it anymore and started typing.

Smelly and shameless Fu Ergou: Are you still finished?

Taking a nap with Zai Zai in his arms: You are finally willing to talk to me.

Fu Tong: "..."

Hold.

Fu Tong felt a little unacceptable.

The Fu Qianyuan in his memory was not like this.

Fu Qianyuan is a dragon, the first dragon born from the depths of chaos when the world first opened.

Born 3000 years ago, w palms the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in all directions, and the clouds and mists return from time to time, with a weak nature, a bit colder than the perennial snow on Longxun Mountain.

When Fu Tong met Fu Qianyuan for the first time, he was a little afraid of him.

At that time, Fu Tong was still just over 20 years old. Although he was of the blood of ancient fierce beasts, it was useless.

It was no better then than it is now.

Today's big monsters hide from the world and refuse to appear easily, and those who are still wandering in the world also love them very much. At that time, there were no rules in the world, fierce beasts ran everywhere, and they would kill when they encountered problems. Considering so much.

During those decades, Fu Tong suffered a lot of bullying.

Later, because he was hiding from a Qiongqi, he accidentally broke into Longxun Mountain. When he turned the corner, he didn't look at the road, and ran into someone's arms in a panic.

This person is Fu Qianyuan.

At that time, Fu Tong had to hide from Qiongqi who had less than 2000 years of cultivation, let alone Fu Qianyuan whose age was over five figures, he was cowardly, panicked and scared.

But Fu Qianyuan didn't hurt him, and picked him up, asking, would you like to go home with me?

Probably because his face was so pretty, Fu Tong nodded without thinking too much.

From then on, the cub who could only hide in the deep mountains had a home and someone who cared about him.

20 to 260 years old.

These 240 years were the best time in Fu Tong's life.

It is precisely because of this that even now, Fu Tong doesn't know whether he has a grudge against Fu Qianyuan or not.

Speaking of resentment, if there is no Fu Qianyuan, he may not be able to survive the years of raging beasts, let alone have those soft years. In the final analysis, he actually has no qualifications to complain about Fu Qianyuan.

But if you don't complain, then 500 years is really too hard.

To this day, I still feel a dull pain.

Fu Tong gently closed his eyes.

Fu Qianyuan didn't stop over there, and the ding-dong notification tone of WeChat rang one after another.

Fu Tong was annoyed by this, and felt that he was being so hypocritical. Looking at Fu Qianyuan with self-disgust, the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him, so he simply turned off the phone.

So it was finally quiet.

**

After one night, the Monster Bureau.

Fu Tong almost got stuck and entered the door.

The people from the Monster Bureau had just arrived, and the person closest to the door was in a drowsy state, but when he saw Fu Tong, he was taken aback, and then instantly woke up.

"Fu, Fu Fu Fu..."

The person next to him who was catching up on sleep was woken up, and opened his eyes dissatisfied: "Fu, what, believe it or not, I'll throw you to...fuck, Fu Tong?!"

As soon as the last two words came out, the surrounding people sat up in shock in dying of illness.

Bai Tang ran over with a small sugar bowl in his arms, and greeted Fu Tong timidly: "Brother Tong, good morning!"

As he spoke, he took out two big white rabbit toffees from the sugar bowl, and handed them carefully to him.

Fu Tong scanned around and found that everyone had two toffees on their desks. It seemed that distributing candies was a regular routine for the little white rabbit.

He took it, unwrapped one casually, put it in his mouth, and asked, "Where's Fu Qianyuan?"

"I, I don't know either."

Bai Tang said in a low voice, "Our leader's whereabouts are not regular, unless he wants to, otherwise we can't find him."

You see, this person is a dog or not.

Mandatory regulations let others come, but I am so casual.

Ah.

But Fu Qianyuan wasn't there, Fu Tong felt a little more relaxed after all, not because he didn't dare to face it, but because he was afraid that he would lose control and hit Fu Qianyuan in the face with something.

Attacking public officials is said to be confinement.

Fu Tong didn't continue to ask Fu Qianyuan, but instead asked Bai Tang: "Where is my position?"

The little white rabbit's eyes lit up: "The second row by the window, the place with the best feng shui for monsters, Rao She used to sit there, knowing you were coming, I let you out... Do you remember, Rao She? What I said last time , the Heavenly Master’s Mansion is the third rank granting the Heavenly Master, and now I’m sitting behind you.”

Fu Tong looked over.

A person shrank over there, and after noticing Fu Tong's gaze, he raised his hand weakly: "Here."

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "Are you serious about putting the fierce beast killed by the master on the feng shui level?"

Bai Tang paused.

But Rao She straightened up suddenly: "The Feng Shui level is affected by all directions, I have calculated it, and putting you here will not only not attract evil spirits, but also ward off evil spirits."

Fu Tong: "..."

To ward off, to ward off evil spirits?

At this time, Rao She also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he shrank back instantly.

For some reason, Fu Tong suddenly wanted to laugh.

He thinks these people are a bit interesting, they are obviously cowardly, but at certain times they are a bit stubborn.

Like when Bai Tang asked him to stay.

Another example is when this little celestial master encounters his own professional problems.

Thinking of this, Fu Tong smiled, thanked Bai Tang and the little celestial master who shrank back, then sat down at the place they said, and began to play with his mobile phone brazenly in front of the monitor.

He came here casually, but the people around him were stunned.

Wait, did we read and hear wrong?

Ya Zi actually laughed?Still say thank you?

Such a fierce Yazi!

How could you say thank you with such a calm smile? !

A few people here were shocked, while Fu Tong was sitting there on the other side, and within half a minute of turning on the phone, Lu Chuan's call came.

When Fu Tong connected, Lu Chuan's anxious voice sounded immediately: "Why do you keep turning off the phone?"

Because the ex-boyfriend dog is too annoying.

Fu Tong: "...what's wrong?"

"It's still about Bo Nan." Lu Chuan said, "I got the news two hours ago that Bo Nan disappeared in the early morning, that is to say, the person who was with you yesterday was not possessed, but today may not be the case."

Fu Tong frowned.

He hated this kind of thing the most. Although it didn't matter when he talked to Lu Chuan before, in fact, both of them knew that if they were possessed, they would have to take care of the host when they did it, which would be very troublesome.

It's not suitable for Fu Tong's simple and rude style of doing things.

He was a little annoyed. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone beside him speak.

"That... let me make sure, are you talking about Bo Nan? The thin of mint, the Nan of nanmu?"

Fu Tong tilted his head, and the speaker was sitting next to him, wearing a blue gown embroidered with bamboo leaves, with handsome eyebrows and a bookish air from inside to outside.

Fu Tong thought about it for a while, and vaguely remembered that this person was called Fan Xiu, and it seemed that it was a book that had been refined for more than 4000 years.

"You know her?"

"I have an impression."

Fan Xiu nodded, took out a thick book from the side, opened it and turned to the last page: "It's her. A month ago, this girl named Bo Nan came to us and said that she was raped by something bad." She was entangled, let us rescue her, but she disappeared after leaving that day, and we never found her."

"Did you find it or did you not find it?"

"I can't find it." Fan Xiu said helplessly, "The Monster Bureau is not absolutely free. Now all walks of life have a set of rules, and we are subject to many restrictions."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue: "What else did she say when she came to you?"

"Let me take a look...here, before I met that thing, she had just accepted a Republic of China opera, and she played an actor in it, a Peking Opera female role in Tsing Yi." Fan Xiu flipped back, "She usually likes to collect some Chinese style When the crew reported on the film, they even borrowed a set of outfits to go back.”

Peking Opera.

Danjiao.

outfit.

Fu Tong meal.

Fan Xiu closed the book, feeling a little worried: "If there are no accidents, the problem must be the outfit, but now no one can find it, and we don't know where the things are, and there is nothing we can do... The commission period for this matter It's still under our control, just now I heard you talking about Bo Nan, did you meet her?"

Fu Tong frowned unconsciously, and told him about Bo Nan.

When it was mentioned that Bo Nan had swallowed sleeping pills and committed suicide, not only Fan Xiu, but several other people also looked at her.

The reason is clear to Fu Tong. The Monster Bureau has rules. If someone is killed in something they are responsible for, they will not be able to afford it.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, stood up after a moment of contemplation: "Let's go."

Several people didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

"Didn't it mean that the problem was with that outfit? I know her temperament, the things must be in her house, don't ask, just go there."

"Okay, you, are you going too?"

When they were talking, Fu Tong had already taken two steps forward, and when he heard the voice, he turned his head and glanced lazily: "Bo Nan is a little girl I like very much, of course I want to go, but it's only this time, don't think about anything else .”

After the final sound of the last word fell, Fan Xiu's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze also dodged left and right.

Fu Tongxin trembled, turned his head subconsciously, and at the same time as the blue moire entered his eyes, he heard a low voice rang in his ears.

"Fu Tong."