Non-Human Sub-district Office

It took a long time for Lin Mu to wake up from that long and short memory in a trance.

He looked around the room, and found that Tixiu had closed the photo album and put it back in its original place, hugging the fruit, with his head on it, immersed in the light yellow light.

It seems that he has no intention of using this fruit to replenish himself at all.

Lin Mu didn't bother his father, he didn't know what happened after that peaceful and sweet memory, but compared the energetic and bright beauty in the memory just now, with his own memory, which was always suffering from some illnesses and talking. Always a gentle and peaceful mother, Lin Mu felt that what happened next might be very bad.

Lin Mu got up and left the room lightly.

He closed the door, and Dixiu, who was lying on the black fruit, lightly rubbed the fruit in his arms, and the night wind came in from the window, as if whimpering.

The room reserved for Dad is probably unusable.

Lin Mu really didn't expect his father to come here in such an image, if he was left alone in his mother's bedroom, it would seem a bit too big and lonely.

After all, just the size of a bed is enough for a little wooden man to run around and exercise on it.

While thinking, Lin Mu walked downstairs, thinking about what to prepare for his father.

As a result, when I went downstairs, I saw Toffee lying in the nest, pressing a white and plump ginseng under her paws.

The ginseng was lying under his paws, pretending to be dead, even the bunch of red ginseng seeds were drooping down, looking pitiful.

Toffee lay there with her head down, fiddled with the wilting ginseng tree from time to time.

Lin Mu took a closer look and found that the ginseng tree was not Lin ginseng's accuser.

Probably aware of Lin Mu's approach, Ginseng, who was pretending to be dead, suddenly struggled and shouted to Lin Mu: "Lin Mu Lin Mu! Toffee is bad! Toffee bullies me!"

Toffee raised her head and looked at the trees, her paws didn't seem to loosen.

Lin Mu looked at the little ginseng, then at Yan Xuanjing, the sweet toffee, walked over under the gaze of the other party, then ruthlessly stepped over the struggling little ginseng, turned around and went into the utility room to search for things .

Let the teller and the toffee hurt each other.

What does their fight have anything to do with me, a poor and innocent little sapling who always lays down guns?

While thinking about it, Lin Mu rummaged for tools, came out with a lot of tools and graphite pens, went to the yard and turned on the headlights.

The whole small courtyard is as bright as day.

Lin Mu picked up a few scraps from the building materials piled up in the yard, and prepared to make a small bed for his father.

He knows carpentry, and the person who taught him is his mother.

The first work they collaborated on was the swing in the yard. After so many years, except for the paint mottled and the rope broken twice, it is still very strong.

From the eyes of ordinary people, my mother was indeed a very powerful person back then.

It seems that I can do everything—if I don’t know how to do it, I can learn it online, and I will be able to do it after learning.

It's just that Lin Mu was wise from an early age, and after seeing his mother do a little hard work, he took the initiative to learn, and then all the things at home were left to him by his mother.

Thinking about it this way, my mother never seemed to have any abnormal emotions about his mind and strength that differentiated him from other children.

It seems that all this is taken for granted, and even his mother always praises him.

In Lin Mu's memory, his mother always likes to call him nicknames like "Mom's Little Lucky Star".

Lin Mu didn't feel that he was his mother's lucky star before. If he was a lucky star, his mother shouldn't suffer from the root cause of illness because of giving birth to him. Not to mention her weak body, she would die at the end of her life.

After reading that memory, he probably understood something.

It's just that Lin Mu still can't fully understand his mother's emotions.

——Obviously it is possible not to give birth to him.

Lin Mu lowered his eyes and drew traces on the wood, took a deep breath, picked up the saw and divided them along the traces.

Yan Xuanjing walked into the yard with the struggling little ginseng in his mouth, glanced at the hard-working trees, and realized that he couldn't help this matter, so he could only lie on the steps, coiled the ginseng, silently Accompanied by the busy half-demon under the night lights.

For non-humans like them, not sleeping for a few days is not a problem.

Lin Mu made a small pocket-sized bed according to the big bed in her mother's room, pasted it with paint, and put it in a cool and ventilated place to dry.

He put down the tools in his hand, took off his gloves, went into the house and got a new set of things, put them on the doorstep, and sat down beside Toffee.

Yan Xuanjing thought that Lin Mu would not come out after entering the house, but when he found that he was sitting next to him, he turned his head in surprise.

Lin Mu took out the needle, sensed Yan Xuanjing's gaze, and tilted his head to meet his gaze.

"what happened?"

Yan Xuanjing pushed the little ginseng away, watched him run away and burrowed into the ground, then turned his head to look at the big bag of Mao Mao that Lin Mu brought out.

It was all combed out of him before.

Nine-Tailed Fox thought for a while and asked, "Do you still need hair?"

"No need." Lin Mu shook his head, took out a few clumps of fur from the bag, combed them out, and asked, as if thinking of something, "Do you shed hair like this, do you lose your hair when you are in human form?"

Yan Xuanjing answered very simply: "Not taking it off."

"Oh, that's great." Lin Mu said.

It seems that most human males will show their shiny head when they reach middle age.

But it doesn't matter, he's not human anymore, he's a half-demon.

There should be no more worries about being bald.

Lin Mu raised his hand and touched the top of his hair, and found that the little sapling would pop out again at some point.

"What are you doing? Not accompanying Senior Dixiu?" Yan Xuanjing asked.

"It's better for him to be alone now. I'll make a small quilt for my father first." Lin Mu replied, combed the fur neatly, folded it, put it on the work mat, and started poking it with a needle.

Yan Xuanjing listened to the small voices beside him, he was not interested in this kind of handiwork, he yawned lazily, and Yuehua, who was bathing in the little Dixiu, closed his eyes, and when he was about to take a nap, once again The sound of trees was heard.

Lin Mu asked, "Tell me, can my mother get it back?"

Hearing this, Yan Xuanjing opened his eyes and looked at Lin Shu.

"I heard from Dahei that human beings have already gone through the trial and reincarnation process without even passing the first seven days. Because the underworld is very busy, the efficiency is extremely high." After Lin Mu finished speaking, he sighed and asked himself. Muttering in reply, "My mother...can't come back."

Yan Xuanjing didn't say anything, and acquiesced.

Such things as reincarnation, even people and demons who have become immortals, cannot get involved.

The efficiency of the underworld has always been the highest among several realms, especially with the increasing population, the underside of the underworld has become more and more ruthless, and just follow the absolute rules.

It's like talking about the cause and effect of the emperor's house. When the population was small in the past, Yan Luo, who was in charge of the trial, would listen to the grievances, mitigate some punishments for those who didn't know, and record it for the perpetrators.

But now there is no such free time.

If you want to intervene in the reincarnation, you can only follow Dahei to intervene in the underworld when the body is still hot when the person has just left, but Dahei has also paid the price for this. The punishment in hell is not It's a simple thing that can be lived by just talking about it.

The mountains of knives, the sea of ​​fire, and the pan of oil are all literal scenes.

No one can fish out the ghosts that have been thrown into hell and put into reincarnation, otherwise the world would have been messed up long ago.

Lin Mu looked at the silent Yan Xuanjing, pursed his lips, knowing that the little hope in his heart was useless, he let out a sigh of relief, and fell silent.

Those who go cannot be chased.

Yan Xuanjing looked at him, sat up and turned into a human form, rolled up his sleeves, took a few balls of his own hair, and said, "Teach me?"

Lin Mu raised his eyes to look at Yan Xuanjing.

Under the lights at night, Yan Xuanjing seemed to look a bit more beautiful.

Lin Mu snorted softly, pulled out a new fur, and began to teach Yan Xuanjing how to tie the felt.

Although the vixen has a brain circuit from head to toe, he seems to know nothing about turning, but he is undoubtedly very smart.

Yan Xuanjing was quick to learn this simple handiwork, and the two of them sat facing each other across a small table board, carefully tying up the felt.

Lin Mu was silent for a while, the needle in his hand paused for two seconds, and asked, "Do you know why my father came to the Central Plains?"

Yan Xuanjing heard about this from Yan Gui, so he replied briefly: "He wanted to come out and take a look. The aura of the Central Plains is declining, and the human race is weak, and he made an appointment to go back once in 30 years. If he doesn't go back, his friends will come out to look for it. So my father and the others didn't stop him."

Lin Mu muttered: "But monsters don't seem to like getting close to humans, why does my father..."

"Because Senior Dixiu hasn't left that valley for thousands of years." Yan Xuanjing said.

Moreover, the big monsters who had been with Di Xiu all this time had no temper when they were around him, because Di Xiu's power was unusually peaceful.

Even Yan Gui would restrain himself a lot, not to mention those little monsters that Di Xiu met after he arrived in the Central Plains, who couldn't resist Di Xiumu's power at all.

To Di Xiu, Lin Mu's mother should be like a stone suddenly falling into a calm lake, breaking the calm and stirring up the first circle of ripples.

The feeling of being suddenly broken out of the cage is enough for a monster who has lived peacefully for thousands of years to give something willingly.

It's just that Dixiu was raised with an unusually simple mind, and directly delivered his whole heart to him.

Fortunately, he did not deliver to the wrong person.

It's just a pity that the ending is not so beautiful.

Lin Mu's life is still very short, so he doesn't quite understand this kind of emotion, but after knowing the reason why Yan Gui and the others blocked the news of the valley and Dixiu in the record in the reference room, the last bit of doubt in his heart was also resolved up.

He was relieved.

And happy for his father to have such a friend.

Lin Mu thought about Yan Xuanjing saying that he had no money, so he turned around and took out a card from the box.

It was the card given to him by Diwu. When Diwu frightened him before, he crawled over to look for him in the middle of the night saying that he would not spend money. He didn't take it to heart at all.

——He is not afraid of being frightened, let alone Zhao Mu.

So Lin Mu has not moved a dime of the money in that card until now.

But before Yan Gui gave Diwu so many elixir, Lin Mu felt that it was appropriate for Yan Gui's son to spend the money from Diwu.

After all, judging from the frequency of Yan Xuanjing turning into toffee and squatting in his house, the poor Nine-Tailed Fox probably has no other place to live.

Lin Mu handed the card to Yan Xuanjing: "This is the Emperor House's card, no password is required, I don't know the exact price, if you want to buy something, just swipe it."

As for Lin Mu himself, he has money.

Yan Xuanjing didn't refuse, and simply put away the card.

Big monsters like them with power and status really have no concept of money, and even less of such things as being polite.

Yan Xuanjing lowered his eyes, looked at the felt that had been tied crookedly by himself, and then at the tree that was tied neatly and beautifully, and had already been covered with a second layer of wool. After thinking for a while, he put down his hand. Needle, Chuaizhuo card went out.

Lin Mu watched him walk out of the courtyard. After a while, he looked back and lowered his head to continue poking the felt.

In the upstairs room, Dixiu, who was about to find his son, jumped off the desk with a fruit in his arms, looked up at the round doorknob, and at his two smooth wooden arms without palms, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought. .