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Zhuang Jiuxi was so frightened that his body tensed up, and the top of his head immediately turned into highly nervous airplane ears, and the big tail behind him also raised up like a fried hair, and every long hair stood up tall, quite a kind of who Not convinced by anyone's posture.

The fiery red color is like a burning flame, which is more dazzling in the black-and-white room.

He turned his head, and from the corner of his eye, he could vaguely see that the end of this tail was at his tailbone, yes, it did grow from him...

"what's the situation?"

Zhuang Jiuxi sat down in the bath, and his tail relaxed immediately. The long fluff was soaked in warm water, and it hung wetly behind him. He completely ignored his master's astonishment, and just flicked it leisurely. .

Water splashes everywhere.

The boy wiped the water stains thrown on his face, his expression was indescribable,... The tail and the owner are two kinds of creatures, this sentence is true.

However, he was sure that it grew from himself, so he was not so afraid.

Zhuang Jiuxi climbed out of the bathtub.

He sat on the bed, lowered his head, and while drying his tail, he thought absently about what happened.

Since the ears and tail grew, it seems that even the body doesn't hurt anymore.

He touched his forehead, and it was really cold, and the fever subsided.

"It seems that all the high fever and stinging pain are the precursors to growing this thing?" Zhuang Jiuxi looked down at his tail with a serious expression and a shocked tone: "Is this returning to the ancestors? What's the big deal about my awakening?" The blood of a demon?"

Damn, this is the starting point, the male protagonist Shi Hammer!

First, he was poor and living on the streets, and got a dangerous job in a haunted house at a critical moment. After entering the new environment, there were many crises, but there were always nobles, ah no, ghosts and bosses to help, and he got his own grandpa with golden thighs.

Now, the bloodline of the monster has been awakened!

"Should I take the route of urban self-cultivation and supernatural abilities?" He began to fantasize: "According to the routine of the novel, I should be able to kill ten evil spirits with a flick of my tail. The title of a mystic master..."

Zhuang Jiuxi was very excited, the fox ears were erect and pointed, and the pinnae were covered with powder. He threw off the hair dryer, patted the bedside with his hand, and flicked his tail domineeringly.

Snapped!

The big fiery red tail flicked up and down, and the fluffy and soft long hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally landed firmly on the bed, making a crisp sound: "Snap!"

It was softer than the sound of him patting the bed with his palm.

"..."Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, what about flying ten evil spirits with one tail?

Did he think too much?

Should not be!

etc!He suddenly thought of something, grabbed the phone from the bed, and opened the WeChat video.

The melody of the video rang a few times, and a man in a tank top and pajamas answered the phone after a while. He scratched his messy hair, but such a sloppy image still couldn't hide his handsome features, but he was quite ashamed when he opened his mouth. You're welcome:

"Evil son?"

"father!"

Zhuang Jiuxi raised his mobile phone, pointed the camera at himself, and was very excited: "Father! I have good news for you, your good son! I! There is an atavism phenomenon! Our family will start from my generation. Rising!"

Under the camera, the young man's pretty face was blushing with excitement, and a pair of red fox ears stood straight on his jet-black broken hair, showing a kind of pride in asking for credit.

"..."

Zhuang's father looked at his son on the screen of the mobile phone, showing a startled expression unexpectedly, but quickly reacted, sighed, and coaxed perfunctorily:

"What kind of cat ears did you buy from Taobao again? It's much more than what you bought before. It looks cute at first glance. I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still playing that cosplay. Who is the cosplayer this time?"

? ? ? ?

"Whatever cosplay I used to do was used to make money. I can earn hundreds of dollars by taking a few cosplay photos and selling them to my little sister. Do you understand that?"

Zhuang Poor Ghost was furious, and explained his actions righteously, only to realize something was wrong after he finished speaking, "Dad, I didn't joke with you, and I didn't go crazy. Take a closer look at my ear. I bought it from Taobao. This I grew it on my own!"

He tried his best to prove that he was indeed awakened, but he was so big, and it was impossible for him to take off his bathrobe and turn around, so that his father could see with his own eyes the big tail growing from the tailbone. Can try to persuade my father to believe with words.

"I remember you once said when I was a child, what kind of rare blood does our family have, that's right, now I have fox ears and a tail!

But I still don't know how to use it?Dad, go check the family tree or something, find out if there are any cultivation secrets, our family has been poor for so many years, and it is finally going to be prosperous! "

It's done!

The last three words were uttered, impassioned and deafening.

Father Zhuang: "...But our family really doesn't have any fox blood."

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't believe it at all, he snorted and said: "Dad, don't pretend, I heard you say several times when I was a child that our family has rare blood, and it is useless for you to dampen my enthusiasm at this time, except for the blood of the fox demon. have what?"

He is ready to become the first fox spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China!

Zhuang's father looked at his youngest son with sympathy who fell into madness because of poverty and went to buy some fox ears to pretend to be a spirit, and told the truth cruelly:

"Son, the rare blood that Dad told you at the time is not a fox.

Our family has the blood of the poor god, and you are the ninth generation descendant of the poor god, so you are named Jiuyi. If you really awaken the blood, you should have your own poor buff. "

After finishing speaking, he also added a sentence in a considerate manner: "If you think about it carefully, why our family has always been so poor, can you understand right away?"

"..." This is absolutely impossible!

If it is a fox demon, at least there is still the possibility of killing the Quartet. What's the use of being poor than buff?Because the poor are frank and open-minded, so they are fearless and make the enemy unable to attack?

Or is it a plague to be poor to the extreme, and whoever does it will be as poor as the plague?

Pooh!

Zhuang Jiuxi shouted angrily: "You liar! Don't you want to hit me, you old man. You must have revenged me because I refused to go home and have a blind date! Let me tell you, I won't get married, and you will never want to hug me in this life." Grandson! You can practice the trumpet if you have the guts, as long as you have the money to practice!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the video call viciously.

The big demon dream of the male protagonist at the starting point was shattered, Zhuang Jiu walked around the room in anger, and then looked at the fox ears and tail in the mirror, and suddenly it was not so pleasing to the eye, "Tell me, what's the use of you!"

The big fiery red tail also patted the bed angrily, making a bang bang bang sound.

The bed didn't collapse.

The base of the tail hurts a bit.

"..." Zhuang Jiu gasped and pinched people hard, trying to save his breath.

In recent days, water friends in the live broadcast room have discovered that their anchor seems to be in a bad mood recently.

Wearing a black sweater all day long, the hood covers her head tightly, leaving only a expressionless face, as if it says I'm fierce and I want to hit someone.

Hmm...it seems to make people want to bully even more.

It was a rare sunny afternoon, and Zhuang Jiuxi was sitting in the gazebo in the garden, with his very cherished little broken notebook on the stone table.

I haven't painted for a long time, and I don't feel like I'm gone if I don't practice.

Even though he has already eaten the food of the haunted house, the poor life still inspires him, making him think about using his various skills to make money all the time.

The last comic is over, and he doesn't plan to draw a new story so soon, and he doesn't have much inspiration.

Zhuang Jiuxi opened the csp, ready to draw casually to find some feeling.

He began to draw drafts as he wished, outlining the poses of the human body.

The water friends in the live broadcast room expressed their shock: [Can the anchor know how to draw, and he opened csp professionally instead of ps! 】

[Don't be too happy too early, think about his cooking skills, at first I also thought he would take the route of a food blogger...]

[There is still a difference, the kitchen can be fried, at least the computer is safe. 】

But today, the expressionless anchor Zhuang just looked at the camera with cold peach eyes, and continued to work, not interested in bickering with the water friends.

Failed to piss off the anchor as usual, everyone called Ye Qingjie.

Zhuang Jiuxi really didn't bother to care about these sand sculptures.

He looked at the golden roses all over the courtyard, and unexpectedly thought of the night when Zhuang Jiuxi closed his eyes on the first day he lived in the manor, the tall and thin ghost standing under the moonlight was still engraved on him. in memory.

Only this time, he personally outlined a clear face for the shadow in his memory.

The young man pursed his lips, his black and white pupils fixedly stared at the screen with no other thoughts, the worn-out mouse was already very insensitive, but under the control of his slender fingers, he could easily and flexibly outline the lines of the gazebo.

Roses are spread all over the gazebo, and ghostly figures stand in it, as if there is nothing there.

Zhuang Jiuxi, who is involved in the professional field, has a different kind of seriousness than usual, even... fanaticism.

There were only 2000 people watching the live broadcast online, it would be deserted in other places, but here it was extremely lively, as if someone was full of desire to talk.

[This painting technique is very professional, is the anchor a student of the Academy of Fine Arts? 】

[I don't know if the technique is professional or not... But the seriousness of the analysis is really good-looking, my younger brother can make his debut directly! 】

[Facial features are too gorgeous, especially these peach blossom eyes. When he is not smiling, he looks like a seductive vixen. He is not suitable for debut, but he has a bright future as a scumbag. 】

[Zhuang Zhuang, do you have a girlfriend?It doesn't matter if you have one, when you don't have a cold face and don't smile, it's worth having two girlfriends! 】

[It's a pity that when I opened my mouth, I was a fool hahahahaha]

The last line of complaints instantly dissipated the charming thoughts in the hearts of female fans. Yes, it’s too silly. It’s suitable for being friends and idols, but it’s not suitable for being the object of admiration.

But at this time, a sentence that was praised by countless people floated leisurely on the barrage, she said: [Our Xiaozhuang deserves to have two boyfriends~]

The draft only needs to draw the general human body and posture, and does not need too many details.

By the time Zhuang Jiuxi stopped writing, the barrage had already chatted for a round. He stretched his waist, and his mood improved. He casually pointed the camera at the laptop screen and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Under the moonlight, a ghostly shadow stood in the gazebo, with a gloomy face, and a golden rose wrapped around his slender and pale fingers like white bones. It was elegant and cold, but it made people unable to take their eyes off it.

This is the image of Mr. Li Gui in Zhuang Jiu's mind.

——! ! !

Exclamation marks queuing up in the live broadcast room.

Looking at it from a close distance, the cold and ghostly atmosphere is amazing. No one would have thought that the inconspicuous anchor has good painting skills.

【nice!Want to see coloring! 】

[Wow, what a seductive little brother, he looks like a villain and beauty at first glance! 】

seductive? ? ?

Zhuang Jiu analyzed a question mark on his forehead: "Where is it seductive? Why do the words used to describe beautiful women appear here? Isn't it cold, terrifying and domineering?"

[It's cold and scary, but this purple line is so coquettish, everything looks really demon! 】

"..." Zhuang Jiuxi gritted his teeth and explained with a dark face: "The purple lines are used for drawing drafts, and they will be completely erased when drawing line drafts and replaced with black ones!"

【Oh, but he is already a charming and charming beauty in my mind. 】

[+1, in fact, you can also add some attributes of being crazy and sick. 】

The water friends are discussing their own brain-made character designs on their own.

Zhuang Jiuxi was speechless. Sure enough, the brainwaves of the creator and the bystander were never on the same line. This was probably fate.

【What will the anchor do next?Do you want to cook today?Want to see the fryer. 】

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, Zhuang Zhuang has only been handsome for an afternoon, and you are going to let him ruin his skills! 】

Zhuang Jiu's face turned black with anger, "If you don't do it, ask the next broadcast!"

Meow, grapefruit candy has become his dark history.

At this moment, the screen of the live broadcast room jumped out of a seafood feast.

System: [Netizen "Raising a Cat" invites the anchor to eat a seafood feast x1, PS: I want to see the frying pan. 】

What?There is a gold master dad who gave a reward of 1000 yuan?

The fox ears on the top of Zhuang Jiuxi's head instantly stood up, and he pushed out a piece of the hood. Fortunately, the camera did not capture his head, so he immediately checked the backstage to make sure that this amount of income had come into the account.

In an instant, everyone saw the anchor, who had a dark face one second, raised his head with a smile on his face the next second, and said in a friendly and gentle tone: "Thank you for the seafood feast rewarded by cats and cats. I just happened to be hungry too. Come and learn how to make homemade spicy mix."

The face-changing stunt reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

The water friends have question marks on their foreheads.

[? ? ?I found out that this dog does not like girlfriends or boyfriends than the anchor, he only likes money! 】

[Some people are gay, some are heterosexual, and some are asexual, but our Zhuangzhuang is money-sexual...]

[Qianzhuang cp is real. 】

In the afternoon, Zhuang Jiuxi performed three in situ frying pans for everyone.

Later, while everyone marveled at the power of money, they couldn't help feeling that this pot can still be used, how strong it is...!

I want to buy one to take back.

into the night.

It was another day of hard work and earning money. Zhuang Jiuxi closed the live broadcast room, stretched his waist, and prepared to take a shower.

At this moment, a bright red unread private message popped up from his background:

[Hi live broadcast, I am the manufacturer of XX frying pan, and I intend to cooperate with you. I wonder if I can leave my contact information to chat in detail? 】

Ok?

There is still someone to cooperate with in a small live broadcast room?Laughed, these days there are still scammers who come to poor people like him to cheat money!

and many more--!

Zhuang Jiuxi closed his hands, stared at the brand name of the frying pan, ran to the kitchen to find the frying pan that had been fried dozens of times and hadn't been scrapped, and took a closer look...

the same brand.

"..."

Unexpectedly, the first person who asked him to cooperate was not a gourmet food, nor a comic website, but a pot that was bullied and tortured by him every day...

The author has something to say:

Pot: Humiliated by this, die in situ.