The decent boss always wants to attack me

[Concealment talismans are life-saving props with high practical value and very reasonable prices.As for the camouflage card, the higher you go, the more points you need. Jindan is 200 in the early stage, 400 in the middle stage, 600 in the late stage, and 1000 for Yuanying. 】

......

How many points do I have left?

【300~】

He knew that this kind of system was just as deceitful as the end game, but the end game forced people to spend money, and the system forced people to save twisted children, and it was still based on his pain.

[Host, it’s best not to treat him like a child~ You are only two years older than the protagonist. According to the growth trend of this body, within three years, you will be overtaken by Chu Xiu, and then...]

???

Do you think a 17 year old boy can be taller than a 19 year old grown man?

[You are malnourished. 】

Bai Qing picked up the shoes on the ground.

So why on earth, as the grand young master of the Bai family, would he suffer from malnutrition?Could it be that all the cultivators are as thin as bamboo poles, skinny?

[The host doesn't have to worry, in this world, strength has nothing to do with height, taller doesn't necessarily mean more imposing, each cultivator can feel each other's spiritual domain range, which one is strong and which one is weak can be known at a glance. 】

Bai Qing put down his shoes: You have the function to help me identify, right?A camouflage card isn't really just a camouflage, is it?How much will it be useful?

502 was a little dizzy by him, and the translucent operation panel shook up and down in consciousness, as if nodding: [The system can help the host identify the real rank of the other party, so that the host can avoid certain dangerous factors. 】

Oh, it's kind of useful.

The red beech door was pushed open from the outside with his shoulder, and Chu Xiu came steadily with a tray, and the emerald jade plate in Lingkou was full of beef tenderloin drenched in sauce, stir-fried with red pepper The color is mouth-watering, and there is a faint fragrance of young onions.

Another white jade porcelain cup with feather patterns was covered with a small lid, he couldn't see what it was.

The steaming mist and fragrance diffused in the room, Bai Qing's throat moved and he swallowed.

He watched eagerly as the young man put all the dishes on the dining table, set up the dishes for him, and sat opposite him.

The young master smacked his lips, moved his fingers lightly, and said with restraint: "You don't want to eat?"

Chu Xiu showed no extra expression: "You go first."

He ignored Chu Xiu, and casually filled a bowl of rice and handed it to him: "Let's eat together."

As he said that, he lifted the small lid of the porcelain cup, and the steaming scent hit his face, and his eyes were slapped by the hot mist.

There was a mist in Bai Qing's eyes in an instant, and after seeing the dishes inside, he looked at Chu Xiu with surprise on his face: "It smells so good!"

That water atomized too much frost, and it was irresistible to smile, but now the eyes are as clear as a small animal, which suddenly makes people want to protect.

If Bai Qing knew what Chu Xiu was thinking now, he would definitely give him a punch.

Obediently, the young man raised the jade chopsticks in his hand, and lightly bit the fresh shrimp ball caught in the bowl. The end of his eyes curved down in a very inconspicuous arc, which was fleeting.

Since then, Chu Xiu has one more thing to do every day, which is to practice cooking.

The protagonist's previous life was like a pot of green plants placed in a dark corner where the sun was not visible, and the growth was inhibited.

Now, Bai Qing brought out this pot of green plants, watered him if he had nothing to do, and basked in the sun. He believed that the male protagonist would soon grow smoothly according to his wishes, and grow straighter than a telephone pole.

It was high in the sun, Young Master Bai stretched himself and sat up from the bed.

The past few days have been too leisurely, no one came to disturb him, but he always felt that something was missing, and the yard was always empty and boring.

[The host finally remembered that the main task has not been done yet? 】

Bai Qing raised the corners of his mouth and showed a standard smile: No, I can't complete that task. Cheng Puru has already promised me that he will postpone the engagement, why not talk about it later.

[Have you written your thesis yet? 】

Fuck off!

[Host, can you stop bringing the problem of procrastination into this world, and just do what we have to do?Some tasks are time-limited, and if you leave the White House, you will not be able to complete them. 】

While washing his hands, Young Master Bai had a conversation with the system: Scenario task?What is the reward?

502 hesitated: 【...this... the system is not clear, after completing the task, we will know. 】

He spat out the clean water mixed with green salt, washed his face indiscriminately, and complained: Your low reward is written on your face, why am I in such a hurry to do it.

【But if you don't do it, you will really marry Feng Youyi in a few years! 】

Bai Qing didn't speak for a while.

502 hastened to continue nagging him: [The Fengyue Sect governs the entire Yongguan, and has good relations with the other three-state sects. My precious daughter was abandoned by her fiancé. Do you think he can bear it? 】

Young Master Bai suddenly smiled: What are you in such a hurry for?Feng Youyi is not ugly, and she has a great career in repaying her family, so I won't be at a disadvantage if I take her.

His words were half true and half false, and 502 choked back.

Bai Qing sat on the floor on the coral carpet in the house, raised his eyes to see the raindrops ticking down on the eaves, the round and clear raindrops reflected his shadow, and he was fascinated by it.

He didn't realize what was wrong until a gray-clothed man held an umbrella and walked quickly down the stone path outside the courtyard gate.

"Old Li."

The servant in gray heard the young master calling him, and quickly lowered his head and came in: "Young master, what do you want to order?"

"Why haven't I seen many maids in my room?"

The food and lodging were all contracted by the little ancestor, and he almost forgot that he was the young master of the White Mansion.

"Back to young master, Miss Feng has been caught in the wind and cold for the past few days. She thinks that the servants in her house are not considerate enough, so she ordered some to go to another place. It just so happened that you said a few days ago that you didn't want people to disturb you, so Miss Feng called them out on her own initiative." Served."

After Lao Li finished speaking, he glanced at Bai Qing apprehensively. Feng Youyi had already regarded herself as a young mistress, and she was extremely proud. Mrs. Cheng also let her do it. On the contrary, it was the young master who didn't hear anything out of the window, and only realized after so many days Can't see a few maids.

He was really afraid that the young master would use him as a punching bag if something went wrong.

But Bai Qing asked indifferently: "Where is Tweety? When will you be back?"

Old Li heaved a sigh of relief, and replied respectfully: "Miss Cui'er has an accident at home, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back soon."

Answer the same as the servant sent by Cheng Boru.

He nodded slightly, and continued to ask: "Who is in her family?"

After a pause, Lao Li said slowly: "Both parents are dead, I heard that they died of illness."

"..."

"You go down."

"Yes."

The sudden death of both parents is not an ordinary blow.

Bai Qing thought of the little maid who smiled a bit shyly, and felt a little emotional in her heart.

The continuous drizzle was still falling, and the ephedra-yellow Ditang flowers in the courtyard were washed clean by the rain, and a few bean-sized rain dew dripped along the soft petals, and then the petals trembled, and the fine pieces floating on the surface Raindrops, quietly swaying to the surrounding.

Bai Qing picked up a red-brown bamboo oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain.

It was raining today, and there was no one in Ji Wutang's martial arts training ground, and everyone was studying in the hall.

After knocking the rainwater off the umbrella in the hall, the whale bell was rang very punctually.

His arrival surprised the teenagers who left school, but no one dared to come up to greet him, and no one approached within five meters of him.

Bai Qing felt a little helpless.

[Because of the camouflage card, your breath is much cooler, which is more effective than the air conditioner. In addition, your personality is usually too gloomy, so this is normal and more suitable for you. 】

You pull it down, I was a sunny boy in my previous life, thank you.

[When the system is binding objects, it will first select people who have a certain degree of similarity with the original owner as hosts. 】

Bai Qing pouted, except that he had the same name and appearance as the original owner, he really couldn't see any similarity, he said: superficial.

[Host, not only that, but your personalities are also very compatible. 】

Bai Qing was very upset: I am not violent.

To say that he matches the personality of this stern young master is like calling him inhuman.

He paused for a while, thinking of the teenagers who were beaten unconscious by him that night, he was a little irritable and didn't speak again.

A person came slowly from the crowd, he walked silently at the back, his back was straight, his brows were full of heroism, his facial features were handsome, even if he had a slouched face, he could be noticed at a glance.

It seems to be more mature than when we first met.

[Because he has already established the foundation. 】

Young Master Bai's eyes widened, and he said anxiously: "It won't be another month, he will produce a golden core like me, right?"

[No, no, unless he is also bound to the system. 】

He rubbed the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed, what happened to him was too outrageous, unknowingly the golden core was already very worthless in his eyes, as if anyone could cultivate it casually.

I forgot that when I was reborn, my excellent root was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

When Chu Xiu saw him, his brows trembled slightly.

Bai Qing panicked like a dog: 502, with Chu Xiu's expression, does he dislike me?

502's voice sounded helpless: [Host, can you be more confident in yourself?In the last ending, even the girl who almost died trying to save Chu Xiu only had 50 favorability points towards her. 】

【That's Chu Xiu's highest level of affection for others. 】

The implication is that now his favorability for you is almost 40, how can this kind of friendship despise you.

Bai Qing, who successfully distorted the meaning of the system, smiled and forcibly covered up his desire to complain.

Sure enough, this task is impossible to complete. In the previous life, the girl almost died trying to save him, and her favorability was only half. How can it be so high in this life?

He has a few lives that are not enough to waste.

502 didn't realize how much psychological shadow its words had brought to the host. Seeing the boy walking towards him, he frantically poked Bai Qing: [He's coming, he's coming!The protagonist's favorability for you is already 37, and it is expected to reach 40 today! 】

The young master pretended not to hear.

"How did you come?"