Small saccharin

The unspeakable existence made the atmosphere in the live broadcast room gradually thicken.

It just so happened that the system prompted the administrator to enter the room, and Zhuang Jiuxi greeted casually: "Welcome to want to kill the original dog, the number one gold medalist father really hasn't come to this small live broadcast room for a long time."

There is no distance between his words, and "Want to Kill Yuangou" is also a big fan of his live broadcast room, and he is even the first batch of supporters who donated rewards, so naturally his feelings are different.

Want to kill Yuangou: [What are you guys talking about, don't talk about it?What is the villain of the Internet red text novel? 】

"No, I'm talking about my paintings."

Zhuang Jiuxi shifted the topic to a more relaxed direction as if nothing had happened. He called up the draft drawing and the finished product drawing, and asked happily, "How is it? Have you been conquered by my painting skills?"

Some new netizens quickly followed his rhythm, discussing the differences between the draft and the finished product.

Want to kill Yuangou: [It's really different... Your draft is very similar to when I was born crazy, but the coloring is not the same. 】

"Who is your destiny?"

[Original dog. 】

Good guy, it's not the name of the enemy!

[Does the anchor take orders? 】

"Draw your natal life?" Zhuang Jiu understood it in seconds, and asked, "What kind of character design is it?"

[A character design of a gentle scum, with an always-on IQ, good at deception, and the pleasure of making things happen the most. 】

Want to kill Yuangou and said: [The market price or higher than the market price is fine. 】

"Drawing for you for free." Zhuang Jiuxi joked with a smile: "After receiving so many rewards from the list one, it's still very cost-effective to draw personal settings."

But the big brother obviously didn't think so.

It’s rare for anchor Zhuang to be so generous that he doesn’t charge for one time. Before he finished speaking, he received a reward of 3000 yuan from the first list, and there was a postscript:

[A good painting will be rewarded with chicken legs. 】

"..." Today's local tyrants are really rich!

Zhuang Jiuxi immediately said: "No problem, if the painting is not good, come and see me!"

He received the request from the top list in a private message, and looked at the original work above, but his expression was stunned: "An artist?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion on the barrage: [Artist?I rely on the artist of Prajna soup? 】

【I just said that this person looks a little familiar... It's Yuan Yiqi! 】

[I was in tears, I didn't expect that the big brother on the list is also Yuangou's long-term fan]

Zhuang Jiuxi also has an impression of this original work. Isn't "The Artist" the latest big project of Xingman Station that Gui He and he talked about?

And because of the number of painters, he, the new editor, had a lot of opinions on him.

He quickly learned all the situation from the barrage.

"The Artist" was published more than ten years ago. The author, Prajna Tang, was the god of male video copyright at that time, and Yuan Gou, namely Yuan Yiqi, was the popular villain in this short story. People love and hate.

There are countless long-term fans like the father of the number one gold medalist who say "I love him, but it doesn't prevent me from wanting to see him die".

Wow, looking at it this way, Zhuang Jiuxi immediately felt a lot of pressure. In order not to disappoint the fathers of the sponsors, he immediately suggested: "Then there is nothing to do in the future, let's take a look at the content of this article together." The original."

【Can! 】

This time, it's rare that the evil shoots didn't sing against him.

Late night

Thick fog shrouded the valley, and the damp and dark atmosphere spread silently along the branches and vines of the flowers. The wind slapped the windows roughly, and it seemed that the low howls of ghosts could be vaguely heard from far and near. getting closer.

The surrounding residents have long been frightened by such legends, and the surrounding area is deserted.

Only the manor on the mountainside in the valley is brightly lit at the moment. If you get closer, you can still hear the young man's heartless voice commenting:

"Isn't this a novel written more than ten years ago? Isn't the villain design too fashionable?"

"It's a pleasure criminal and crazy criticism, and in the end, the villain won. Wow, this really doesn't look like an article written by a male author!"

The haunted house, which was supposed to be deserted, was disturbed by Zhuang Jiuxi's chattering voice at the moment, which made it very popular.

Mr. Li Gui woke up from the silence, the raging malice turned into real black energy and spread around, the hostility in his eyes drove his killing instinct.

The next second, a loud voice came from the study.

His movements paused slightly, his killing breath stagnated, his gloomy pupils showed a bit of confusion, followed by an expression of doubting his life because of being quarreled.

This human being talks too much.

The third floor, the library.

Guitong looked at the ghost that quietly appeared vigilantly. He looked scared and terrified, but he couldn't help but said: "I've thought about it for a long time, and I finally figured out what your purpose is. If you don't clean up that human, Do you want to use him to play a game with Shen Yunqi?"

"Shen Yunqi wants to destroy the curse that killed his whole family, but you...you want to use him to break the barrier and escape."

Speaking of this, the ghost boy warned angrily: "But have you ever thought about it, once the barrier is broken, the monster underground will also wake up, your behavior can only be a cocoon!"

Li Gui looked at him expressionlessly.

The ghost boy shrank back in fright, and said fiercely: "I didn't threaten you, you can think clearly, once the monster is awakened, the worst result is not that we die together, but that we can't even die.

We'll be stuck here for eternity, until we lose consciousness, hunting and killing on instinct like those little ghosts! "

Filled with righteous indignation, he spoke at length, but Li Gui just took a step towards him, and the next second, Guitong scrambled and fled to the corner, his face full of horror.

Mr. Li Gui raised his eyelids, and said slowly: "If you keep making noise, I will send you down to be with the monster right now."

Gui Tong was instantly as quiet as a chicken, with a look of grief and frustration on his face.

He knew it was like this every time!

Every time he made a sound, he would be disgusted and noisy by the guy opposite, and he would shut himself up simply and rudely, which made him mistakenly think that he was dumb for so many years!

There is no sound, and the whole world is dead silent.

Mr. Li Gui closed his eyes in satisfaction, enjoying this moment of silence.

At this moment, a clear and cheerful voice suddenly appeared in the room: "Brother Gui, good evening, I will offer you a stick of incense, your spirit in heaven may bless me to make more money!"

"Today I picked up an extra money to help the No. [-] gold medalist draw a character design. I wanted to celebrate by ordering a takeaway, but unfortunately it's not within the delivery area... Hey, I don't want to cook. Brother Gui, if you can cook, it will be fine. I want to eat fried chicken."

"I want to eat fried chicken I want to eat fried chicken I want to eat fried chicken..."

"Fried chicken fried chicken fried chicken fried chicken fried chicken fried chicken..."

Mr. Ghost: "..."

The ghost boy who was ruthlessly silenced: "..."

Zhuang Jiuxi was clearly not here, the voice should be far away on the first floor, but somehow it was transmitted to this space, and it was very clear, as if the boy was speaking in their ears.

This feeling is like someone calling you and answering automatically regardless of your wishes.

After a while, Guitong yelled in grief and indignation: "You think I'm noisy every day and you want to kill me. Isn't that human being noisier than me? He's noisier than ten thousand little devils together! Why do you still Can accommodate him!"

"It's too loud, shut up."

Mr. Li Gui ruthlessly suppressed the accuser violently, and then slowly walked downstairs.

He also wanted to know why the boy's voice could reach his ears when they were so far away.

In the restaurant on the first floor, there is a photo frame next to the memorial tablet, which is the "portrait" of Mr. Li Gui drawn by Zhuang Jiuxi himself. Not only that, the little boy also found an incense burner, and then faced it with a sense of ritual Two sticks of incense were placed on the portrait.

Burn incense and make a wish.

"Make big money, make big money, make big money..."

"Eat fried chicken, eat fried chicken, eat fried chicken..."

Mr. Li Gui, whose mind was buzzing in confusion due to the noise: "..."

Zhuang Jiuxi suddenly felt that the air around him was a bit cold, and he immediately looked around vigilantly, and saw the shadow entangled in the thick black mist standing not far away, the boy was suddenly surprised: "Brother Ghost! "

"Brother Gui is so early today, I just met you when I came to Shangxiang! Look, this is the portrait I drew for you, isn't it beautiful!"

"You called me here." Li Gui said.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "...Eh???"

He was bewildered.

Mr. Li Gui walked over, stretched out a big bone hand in the black mist, and slid across the tablets and portraits. After a while, he said seriously: "A special magic circle has been formed between them, and a certain magic circle has been established with me. This kind of connection, you talk to him, I can sense it."

Zhuang Jiuxi was shocked, "...is there such a good thing?"

Li Gui fell silent.

This doesn't seem to be a good thing for him.

"Brother Gui, let me tell you, not only did I paint your portrait today, but I also have other surprises!"

Zhuang Jiuxi said happily: "My No. 3000 benefactor saw your portrait, and gave me [-] yuan as a reward, asking me to draw him his life..."

"Do you know what natal means? natal refers to R%%*(^%... oh oh oh!"

Before Zhuang Jiu could finish speaking, he suddenly felt unable to utter a sound. He covered his mouth, and looked helplessly and pitifully at Mr. Li Gui, who had a gloomy face. ...!"

Brother Ghost, why did you ban me, I haven't finished talking to you yet!

Mr. Li Gui said slowly, "You are too noisy."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..." What the hell is ruthless!

After being sanctioned, he had no choice but to find another way. He found a piece of paper from the study, wrote a few large characters on it, and held it up for the other party to see:

[Brother Gui, I was wrong, you unblock me, let's talk about some serious topics. 】

Mr. Li Gui raised his eyebrows, not trusting him: "For example?"

Zhuang Jiuxi buried his head in writing.

[For example, the work that Amway gave me today on my list, I think it is very interesting, so I want to watch it with you and discuss the plot and character design, so that I can grasp this character well and draw his essence, so that I can be worthy of Jin The 3000 yuan given by the Lord's father...]

[Brother Ghost, let me tell you, the plot is like this...&*(^&((^(The [-]-word essay is omitted below)]

Then Zhuang Huachao was simply and rudely thrown out by Mr. Li Gui.

For the next few days, Zhuang Jiuxi kept thinking about a problem, even during the live broadcast, he seemed a little absent-minded.

[What makes you so embarrassed? 】

[Speak out to make everyone happy! 】

"Is such that……"

Zhuang Jiuxi pondered for a moment, sorted out his words, and said, "I have a very good friend who is very powerful, so I need his help many times. For example, he showed me a skill not long ago. I want to learn it very much, but I am afraid that he will not agree to it when I speak it out, what should I do?"

Yes, since he was banned by Mr. Li Gui once, not only did he not reflect on the problem of talking too much, but he also became envious of other people's skills.

[Your friend is male or female? 】

"male!"

In this regard, netizens put forward all kinds of suggestions: [Treat him like a baby!Act like a baby! 】

[It’s definitely not enough to act like a baby, Zhuang, it’s definitely useful if you wear women’s clothing and act like a baby, hee hee]

[Women's clothing stalks have been used badly, what's new, bunny girl clothing is more useful! 】

"Do you think you can humiliate me like this?" Zhuang Jiuxi said blankly: "I think back then, I cosplayed even Daji in order to make money."

Evil bamboo shoots: 【………】

【...We underestimated you! 】

[Really? I don't believe it, unless you send it out for me to see. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi ignored the group of sand sculptures and evil bamboo shoots, and extracted several useful information from the barrage, one of which made sense. He said:

[If you want to benefit from others, you must first know how to give. 】

- That's right!

That's right, Zhuang Jiuxi was enlightened, and he finally thought of a way.

So one night when he played the broadcast early, the first thing he did was rush to the tablet, poked it with his hand, and then made a series of sounds:

"Brother Ghost? Is Brother Ghost there?"

Is ghost there? x100

Ever since he knew that the magic circle was triggered, Zhuang Jiuxi developed a new function, using the tablet as a phone.

Anyway, the other end of the phone is answered automatically, Brother Gui can't answer it if he wants to.

The author has something to say:

Guitong: You hit me when I speak, but you just silence him when he speaks! !Double standard ghost! ! !