After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"You are so lucky to have found a buyer so quickly." Chu Han was shocked when he learned from Di Ling that the two paintings had been sold.

"It's okay." Di Ling took a sip of milk tea with a calm expression.

"Buy two at a time, such a generous offer." Chu Han raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Di Ling's handsome face, and was stunned for a few seconds, "It's really not that I judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart, he won't be greedy for your face, right? ?”

Di Ling nodded casually, "Yes."

"Damn!" Chu Han was furious, "The old man is very bad!"

"He didn't come to harass you, did he?"

"No." Di Ling was also a little surprised. Yang Xiangjun planned everything and spent money to get his contact information, but he never contacted him.

Thinking of the second painting that was sold, Di Ling was a little hesitant, probably scared to death?Do I need to take legal responsibility?

"But how do you know that he didn't fall in love with your paintings, but yours? Your paintings are not inferior to yours." Chu Han thought to himself that this kind of person might be Di Ling who has seen a lot, so he can see it at a glance. Come out?

Di Ling seemed to be recalling something, and said with a sneer: "He didn't even look at my paintings, and he just praised me, probably afraid that I might not see his real purpose."

Chu Han felt like cursing again, "If he contacts you, don't talk to him, let alone go to see him alone, it's too dangerous."

Di Ling responded perfunctorily when he was in danger. Seeing that he didn't care, Chu Han couldn't help worrying for him.

"How is your cousin's injury?" Di Ling changed the subject.

"Don't mention it, it scared the doctors. Those who didn't know thought that my cousin killed Yuanzi's family. Yuanzai is my cousin's cat." Chu Han sighed and said, "Now my cousin is guilty. It's going to die, my uncle and aunt forced her to give the cat away, it's too scary, who knows if there will be a next time, my cousin is reluctant, my aunt told my cousin to break up."

"Hey, my cousin is a patient. He is not a human being caught between his girlfriend and his mother. I think he has lost weight these days."

The two chatted for a while, and made an appointment for the next part-time job, and Chu Han left alone.

Di Ling sucked up the pearls at the bottom of the cup and threw the cup into the trash can, when two figures stopped him suddenly.

"Di Ling, right? We are from the Supervision Bureau, please cooperate with us in investigating some things." The obese man had contempt in his eyes.

A skinny man was following beside him, his eyes dodged, and he refused to speak.

The three of them found an open space, and Di Ling said indifferently, "Please hurry up, I'm still in a rush for lunch."

The fat man snorted, took out his notebook and pen, poked the tip of the pen on the snow-white notebook, and left some ink marks, "The night Wu Dong died, why did you appear on Central Avenue?"

"The school had a power outage, so I went out for a walk." Di Ling said.

"Where does your power come from? Did you secretly contact monsters?" The fat man's eyes were sharp.

Di Ling was unmoved, "Suddenly awakened, I don't know, I haven't touched it before."

"You lied, you secretly contacted demons and made a deal with them, that's why you suddenly looked good and gained great power." The fat man said firmly.

Di Ling raised his eyes and stared at him. Fatty thought he had guessed right, and pressed him step by step, "You controlled those two tiger monsters, and you were the one who killed Wu Dong and Zhao Feng."

In the quiet park, there was a sudden "噗嗤" sound. The sarcasm couldn't be hidden in the laughter, which made the fat man turn red and almost became angry from embarrassment.

"Are you really a member of the Supervision Bureau?" Di Ling's scrutinizing gaze was too straightforward, and he was asking nakedly if he was a related household.

"Di Ling, watch your words!" The fat man's eyes lit up with fire.

Di Ling suppressed his smile, and put his hand into his pocket. The fat man and the thin man suddenly tightened their bodies, thinking that he was going to draw a weapon. They were just people from the civilian department of the Super Management Bureau, and they were not as capable of fighting and killing as Lin Jingyuan and the others. Di Ling wanted to It was really the real murderer behind the scenes, the two of them were afraid that they would die without a whole body, the fat man was sweating coldly, and immediately regretted that he had spoken rudely to Di Ling just now.

With a heavy heart beating wildly, the two of them were about to run away, but they saw Di Ling take out an ID card from his pocket.

ID card?

Both of them were stunned, how could it be an ID card?

The Di Ling in the photo is almost the same as the current Di Ling. Except for the big changes in temperament and skin texture, the facial features have not changed at all.

"Thank you for your compliment, but I didn't suddenly become good-looking, I've always been so good-looking." Di Ling boasted, without blushing or heartbeat, quite calm.

On the other hand, the two people on the opposite side were blushing with embarrassment.

"Besides, if I had contact with monsters, or if my body had been transformed by monsters, Daoist Lin would have dealt with me before the two of you appeared on the stage." Di Ling's explanation could be called patient, but his eyes were cold. , the awe-inspiring majesty immediately made the two of them silent, not daring to have any more objections.

"Senior, what should we do?" The thin man looked at Di Ling's leaving back with lingering fear.

The fat man quickly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, "This Di Ling is definitely not an ordinary person, so I have to go back and report to the higher authorities."

"But what he said makes sense. Lin Daochang is a child prodigy." The thin man was worried.

"Let's go back first." Fatty's face was ugly, and he couldn't make a decision for a while.

As soon as the two returned to the Supervision Bureau, they heard their colleagues say that the boss and lover of Huafeng Real Estate were crazy.

"Boss Yang's butler came to us and said that Boss Yang had been bewitched by an evil spirit, and asked us to send someone over to have a look."

"How crazy?"

"It seems that I was frightened crazy by a painting. You said it was a coincidence that the person who signed the painting was Di Ling."

The fat man and the thin man suddenly turned their heads and looked at each other, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Di Ling is no ordinary person!

"Don't make trouble." Di Ling opened his eyes, and pulled out the small light bulb that got into his chest.

The little bulb wagged its tail frantically and kept licking Di Ling's face. Di Ling hid back and reached out to hold its head. Before he could speak, the little bulb suddenly caught his finger.

"Bear boy, steal it again." Di Ling patted its buttocks.

Instead, he lay on the sofa and didn't move. Although this guy also eats human food, if he wants to grow up, he still needs strength after all.

In this world, the aura is exhausted and cultivation is difficult, and the little light bulb does not know how many years it will take to grow up here.

Enough sucking, the little light bulb hiccupped on his chest, and fell into a deep sleep, with his mouth half-opened, revealing a small tongue.

The golden sun shone on one man and one beast. Under the sun, the small light bulbs were really shining, and the normally dark fur looked fluffy and soft.

Di Ling twirled his thumb and index finger back and forth, but he couldn't hold back, and stretched out his evil claws.

The fluffy cub, with a strong milky fragrance, is really easy to move.

Putting the light bulb on the cushion on the balcony, Di Ling sat in front of the easel and drew the scene.

His speed was very fast, and a fluffy little black cub jumped off the paper, lifelike. After finishing the drawing, Di Ling took a photo and posted it on his Weibo.

He has opened this account for a long time. At the beginning, he wanted to learn from others to receive drawings to make money, but he doesn't know how to promote it. He doesn't care about it every time he uploads a painting, and he doesn't have many fans until now.

@lin: The bear child fell asleep.

After posting Weibo, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, we are the police. On April 21, did you sell two paintings to Yang Xiangjun?" The policeman showed Di Ling his ID and asked immediately.

"Yes, at Jidao Cafe." Di Ling said.

The policeman looked up at him, "Could you please describe in detail what happened that day?"

Di Ling guessed that something must have happened to Yang Xiangjun, which could also explain why he didn't contact him, and he told the police what happened that day in a straightforward manner.

There was suspicion in the policeman's eyes, "Are your paintings famous?"

"Not famous." Di Ling shook his head frankly.

"Then what did you tell him? Why did he buy your painting?" the policeman asked.

Di Ling's eyes were mirror-like, "I didn't say anything, maybe I fell in love with my face."

Police duo: "..."

They could not refute it.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The police left after investigating, and a middle-aged man passed by the two of them when they went downstairs.

The two walked out of the unit building, and one of the policemen frowned and said, "The middle-aged man who walked past just now looks familiar."

"Why didn't I notice, you are overthinking." The colleague lit a cigarette and handed him one.

"Maybe, go to Jidao Cafe and adjust the surveillance."

As soon as the police left, Di Ling received a call from Lin Jingyuan, "Fellow Daoist Di, something is wrong with your drawing!"

"What's the problem?" Di Ling asked back.

Lin Jingyuan thought that fellow Daoist Di had the physique of Conan, and wept for him, "Your painting scared the boss of Huafeng Real Estate crazy."

"He insisted on buying it, and it has nothing to do with me." Di Ling didn't expect Yang Xiangjun's psychological endurance to be so poor.

"Don't worry, senior has gone in to check your painting. If there is no problem, I will notify you as soon as possible." Lin Jingyuan lowered his voice.

"My painting is fine." Di Ling said firmly.

"Fellow Daoist Di, I believe in you!" Lin Jingyuan's voice was resonant and powerful.

It's so strange, this kid doesn't know himself at all, but he always says he believes in himself. If he knew his true face, he probably wouldn't say that again.

The corner of Di Ling's lips raised a slight sneer, the little light bulb woke up at some point, climbed up from his trouser legs, and then successfully got into his arms, raised his claws, and grabbed his chin, touching it at the corner of his lips. kissed.

"It smells like milk." Di Ling picked up the back of its neck.

"Aww~" Little Light Bulb raised its paws, and performed a flowering show for him.

One person and one beast were playing, when Lin Jingyuan suddenly exclaimed from the other end of the phone, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"You're talking to Di Ling? Tell him to come over, Boss Yang is indeed bewitched." The voice of an unfamiliar young man came over the phone.

"Di... Fellow Daoist Di is what the senior said. If you are free, please come over. Boss Yang's situation is a bit complicated." Lin Jingyuan has been rejected by Di Ling several times, and he knows that he does not want to participate in these matters.

"Send me the location." Di Ling lowered his eyes halfway. There can be no problem with his painting. What's going on?