Every day I want to wrap my tail with the golden dragon

In the summer afternoon, the sound of the screening of "Legend of the White Snake" came from the small attic, accompanied by the sound of an old electric fan, breaking the silence.

Lu Congbai nestled on the sofa of the rental house, holding his own black snake tail, biting the tip of the injured snake tail in his mouth, watching the story of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen with hazy eyes.

"Cong Bai, did Lei Jie not resist yesterday?"

Lu Congbai watched as the door was pushed open when he was rising, and a man with the head of a dragon came over, and the big head of the dragon came in front of Lu Congbai.

Lu Congbai glanced enviously at his companion, Qing Jiao, who grew up with him as a child, and he has already turned into a dragon, while he is still a black snake after thousands of years!

Lu Congbai turned off the TV and looked at his own snake tail, where it was scorched by the thunder yesterday, and it was all mushy...

"Maybe I really want to be a snake for the rest of my life."

Lu Congbai's small face was twisted into a ball, and on the face that had just cried, the eyelashes were wet with tears, and the eyes under the eyelashes were like cold stars, crystal clear to the bottom.

The more Qing Jiao looked at it, the more distressed he became. When he rolled his eyes, Jiao's head changed into a human head, and he took out a crumpled booklet from his pocket.

"Actually, I have a short-term way to improve my cultivation, which can help you quickly transform into a dragon."

Qing Jiao moved closer to Lu Congbai, and spread the pamphlet in front of the two of them.

"Dragon meat. As long as we can eat a bite of dragon meat, we can improve our cultivation."

Lu Congbai looked at the yellowed paper, and his eyes fell on the second page, the steps with Long Shuangxiu...

Lu Congbai, a seriously injured little black snake, dares to talk about eating dragon meat.

Provoking the dragon to be angry, the dragon breathed out, and the creatures in a radius of a hundred miles were terrified.

"Brother Qingjiao, what do you mean with Long Shuangxiu?" Lu Congbai pointed to the pattern and asked curiously.

The two long strips in the picture are twisted together, can it be turned into a dragon by sticking with the dragon?

"Congbai, that's not the point! The point is that we cooperate with each other. A bite of dragon meat can boost our cultivation for a thousand years. And as far as I know, there's a dragon in City A. How about..."

As Qing Jiao spoke, his saliva was about to flow down, but Lu Congbai didn't listen to a word. He grabbed the booklet and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'm going to be late for the job application. I'll leave first. I'll talk about it later. Lend me this book."

Lu Congbai changed into a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, and covered his slightly long hair with a peaked cap.

"Congbai, if you meet a dragon, you must tell me!"

When Lu Congbai ran out from the attic, Qing Jiao still reminded him about eating dragons.

It's impossible to eat a dragon, but if he becomes a prototype with a dragon and twists into a twist to improve his cultivation, he can give it a try.

However, the more important thing right now is to find a job. If you don't work, you won't be able to afford food, let alone practice.

After Lu Congbai became an adult, he didn't have a high degree of education. He just got his agent certificate a while ago. Today, he is applying for an artist assistant.

Yunsheng Media.

The entire hall, even in the elevator, and almost all the places where the posters were posted were covered with Long Zhan's photo. His incomparable arrogance made Lu Congbai immerse himself in the beauty of his future boss all the way.

Until, the elevator stopped on the 8th floor.

As soon as Lu Congbai stepped out of the elevator, he could feel a strong aura all over his body, almost overwhelming him.

There is a faint scent of ambergris in the air, the air is slightly cool, and there is a hint of fragrance of flowers.

It's the smell of a dragon!

He had smelled it once when he was a child, and he couldn't forget the smell.

Lu Congbai was startled, could it be that what Qing Jiao said was true, there was a dragon in City A, and now, this dragon was actually in the company he applied for.

That's too coincidental.

Lu Congbai held back his excitement and followed the scent with trembling hands to find it.

On the whole floor, the place with the strongest aroma is the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside, with no light at all.

Lu Congbai pushed open a little gap, and when he was hesitating whether to go in, he heard a dragon chant.

Lu Congbai is just a little snake demon, and the dragon chant in his ear is full of anger, which prevents him from taking half a step forward.

The sleeping Jinlong felt that the forbidden line he had set was broken by a little demon of unknown origin.

I thought that when the little demon knew that he was a dragon, he wouldn't approach him easily, but he didn't want this ignorant little demon to almost open the door and come in to see his true form.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

The flustered voice of the little demon at the door gradually became indistinct, probably because he was scared away by himself.

After Jin Long was woken up, he didn't feel sleepy anymore, he turned into a human form with a sullen face, intending to see which stupid monster came down from the mountain, even the dragon dared to provoke him.

But at this moment, Lu Congbai, who was sitting in the meeting room for the interview, didn't know that he was being targeted by Jinlong.

"Mr. Lu, we probably know your basic requirements. I don't know how much you know about our teacher Long Zhanlong." The interviewer opposite said.

"First of all, I think Long Zhan is a very good-looking actor..."

The figure of the golden dragon was standing at the door, and the voices of the two talking could be heard outside the door, and he could feel the weak cultivation of the little demon in the room.

"Brother Zhan, what are you doing here? Didn't you mean to take a nap?" Long Zhan's manager came over and asked.

"There's no need to look for an artist assistant anymore. Let him go to the studio tomorrow." Jin Longlong Zhan glanced at the back of the dark head through the translucent glass.

It would be better if they were all demons, saving him the trouble of disguising his true form.