Non-Human Sub-district Office

Di Xiu was a little taken aback.

He looked at the trees shrouded by the sun, and his eyes gradually became brighter and gentler.

This kid really looks like his mother.

God don't think about it.

This speech was exactly the same as when Lin Xueji looked at his face when they first met.

Di Xiu raised his hand, hugged Lin Muxu into his arms, and gently rubbed his treasure.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the father and son, turned his head and saw that the atmosphere outside was not right, they all hid in the glass room and did not come out, and even held on to the dragon veins with bright eyes and frantically wagging their tails to prevent him from going out. A little monster, also not disturbing the father and son who met for the first time, turned around and entered the room.

Today's Dixiu is just a relatively solid phantom, which is still a long way from the human form.

But that's enough.

Lin Shu was in a trance, and after a long time, until the sun was gradually dissipating and the night fell, he came back to his senses, looked up at Dixiu's phantom, and finally had the real feeling that his father had returned.

Although the little wooden man before was also very cute——but Lin Mu had a hard time agreeing with him that this was a serious person, and that he was still his father.

How can this be recognized?

Although it sounds a bit arrogant to say this, in Lin Mu's heart, even if Gouzi speaks, he can't really treat Gouzi as an equal creature without changing his human form.

Lin Mu took two steps back, carefully up and down, and circled Dixiu twice.

With his hands behind his back, he squeezed his hidden hands nervously, which was completely different from the intimacy when he held the little wooden figure at the beginning.

Tixiu was a little distressed. He had noticed his child's abnormal attitude when facing him. Thinking about it in another way, he probably understood that this was the reason why he didn't have a human form.

After all, no one can feel true feelings for an ugly little wooden man, which is understandable.

Every time Dixiu thought of this, he couldn't help complaining to Diwu.

That's why he came to see Lin Mu when he didn't want to look like that. Ugliness is one aspect, and it's hard to get along with being completely out of human form. After all, his children have all lived as human beings for more than 20 years.

And his wife kept it a secret.

If it wasn't for the fact that Lin Mu was assigned to the Qingyao Sub-district Office by mistake during his work, perhaps even the Emperor House wouldn't be able to see Lin Mu's blood at a glance.

Even if he is exhausted, he can tell that he is a half-demon.

Probably during the civil servant interview, there must be monsters among the interviewers, Dixiu thought.

Back then, he also thought about settling down in human society, arguing with Lin Xueji for a marriage certificate, and then taking the civil servant exam by himself.

Back then, the household registration system for monsters was well implemented, and Dixiu felt that his popularity would not be bad given his talent.

As a result, before he had time to settle down, he was cut off.

Dixiu looked at the nervous trees, not knowing what kind of expression to put on his face.

It's just that even though his face is expressionless, there is a reassuring tranquility.

Lin Mu looks seven points like him, even the two dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiles are exactly the same.

Lin Mu never felt that he was ugly, but after seeing his own face for so many years, he was already tired of it, and he didn't think it was too good-looking.

But father is just good looking, better looking than him, better looking than Yan Xuanjing.

Without the filter, it would be as good-looking as 1.2 Yan Xuanjing.

With the filter on, it's about as good-looking as two Yan Xuanjings.

Lin Mu pursed his lips nervously, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, facing God Xiu's gaze on him.

Dixiu looked at the two dimples at the corners of Lin Mu's mouth, and his mood softened suddenly.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the plants and trees in the courtyard jumped up happily, trying to show his most beautiful posture.

Dixiu stood on the carpet of flowers and emerald greens, and said softly, "I'm back."

His voice was as soft as the first drop of water falling on a spring day when the ice melts.

Lin Mu was slightly stunned, his hands behind his back were clenched tightly, and his shallow nails almost scratched himself.

He pursed his lips, feeling something scrape gently on the deep scar in his chest, the unbearable soreness and the joy of new life spewed out, galloping and spreading across the limbs, all the way to the head.

"You're back." Lin Mu sniffed, widened his eyes and tried to suppress the sourness and dampness that surged up, but finally found that it was useless.

So he simply lowered his head and muttered and complained: "You are so late, Dad."

Dixiu leaned over slightly, faced Lin Mu's drooping head, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"..."

Lin Mu looked at him, pursed his lips, and said again: "It's so late."

"Sorry, it is my fault."

"Forget it." Lin Mu withdrew his gaze, then lowered his eyes again, "I forgive you."

Dixiu raised his hand and hesitantly landed on top of Lin Mu's head.

They couldn't touch each other for the time being, but Lin Mu sensed Dixiu's movement, and lightly rubbed the phantom of his palm as if responding.

Dixiu looked at Lin Mu softly, and after a long time, when Lin Mu's breathing calmed down, he asked softly, "Do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

Lin Mu raised his head: "What bedtime story?"

"Your mother likes to listen." Dixiu said, "She said I have a nice voice, so she always likes me to read her bedtime stories."

Midday on the moon.

Yan Xuanjing noticed that Lin Mu hadn't gone back to bed yet, so he walked out of the room with a slight frown.

The only one who was awake in the courtyard was Dixiu's phantom.

It is completely different from the little wooden man who could not be replenished even after absorbing two moonlights. Today, Dixiu accepts all the gifts from the world, and the branches and leaves become thicker and thicker to the extent visible to the naked eye. Lush.

Sitting under the shade of his own body, Di Xiu sensed the movement of Yan Xuanjing, turned his head slightly, raised a finger at him, and made a silent gesture.

Yan Xuanjing's eyes turned to the place where he was looking at before. Lin Mu was already asleep, but he was not at all □□[太安], holding Qin Chuan tightly, Qin Chuan hid his head in his arms, and wanted to If Lin Mu hadn't grabbed the dragon's tail, he could have shrunk into a ball. The little ginseng next to him was holding Lin Mu's arm tightly, and he was still holding Qin Chuan's dragon beard in his hand.

The two mimosa and the small potatoes turned into prototypes and hid among the small ginseng and forest trees, and there was no movement at all.

Yan Xuanjing walked over, saw Lin Mu's brows furrowed and fell asleep, paused, and looked at Di Xiu inquiringly.

"Told a few bedtime stories." Dixiu said in a low voice.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the sleeping brats, and said in a very low voice, "What story?"

Dixiu said innocently: "An ordinary ghost story."

Yan Xuanjing was silent for two seconds, looking at Lin Mu and the others' faces, he didn't understand why ghost stories are so scary.

"Do you want to listen too?" Dixiu asked gently.

Yan Xuanjing turned his head and glanced to the west.

Di Xiu also followed him and glanced over there: "The two humans are not in a hurry to deal with it."

Yan Xuanjing was not surprised that Dixiu would know about this.

He originally wanted to deal with the two humans who touched him today while Lin Mu was asleep or absent.

The rumor that Qin Chuan's dragon vein was extremely unlucky is indeed true.

Not long after they stayed here, a human being touched it, and Yan Xuanjing was [-]% sure that it was purely Qin Chuan's own bad luck that bumped into such an accident.

Because the mountain god of Qingyao Mountain is well aware of what happened in the mountain, the monsters in the mountain have not had any contact with the outside world recently, and these little monsters have nothing to do with the human world, let alone mobile phones and other technologies. Simply shy away from anything human.

Qin Chuan was unlucky. When he ran into the mountain for the second time to play, he bumped into a human being who had discovered that Qingyao Mountain had recently become more evil and came to check the situation.

When Yan Xuanjing got rid of the first batch of humans who touched him, when he heard the mountain god tell him this, he thought it was no wonder that this dragon vein was not so well-known as the birthplace of Chinese civilization. Instead, it was known to many people because of bad luck. .

This is already the fourth batch of humans in the past few weeks.

When Qin Chuan came here, Yan Xuanjing had reworked the concealment technique of the small courtyard of the forest, no matter how many people who came here checked, they could only see an ordinary small farmyard.

So every time Qin Chuan went out to play, Yan Xuanjing would go with him.

After all, if you want to attract the attention of those humans, don't you have to let them have a destination?

Qin Chuan, a stupid little mentally handicapped person, couldn't be more suitable as a bait.

Anyway, Yan Xuanjing always followed him to mop up the tail, but nothing happened.

However, Yan Xuanjing's senses were different from Di Xiu's, he still felt that it was necessary to do things as soon as possible, not only as soon as possible, but also to cut the roots without leaving any traces.

Of course, these human beings cannot be eradicated in a short time.

Yan Xuanjing shook his head, and just as he was about to get up, Di Xiu said helplessly, "Just wait a little longer."

"Huh?" Yan Xuanjing turned his head to look at him.

"These humans can find Qin Chuan, they must have a way to find the pulse, Diwu..."

"Emperor's House!" Qin Chuan in the dream heard the key words and jumped up like a spring.

Several little monsters who had just fallen asleep were woken up by his sound in unison, opened their eyes in a daze, and looked at Yan Xuanjing and Di Xiu in a daze.

Qin Chuan broke free from Linmu and the villain. The entire dragon hung on the emperor's body, and he was beaten with a happy face, but his mouth was os. "Woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Woolen cloth!"

"There is no emperor's house." Di Xiu was used to stroking the dragon veins hanging on his body.

He's really used to it.

After all, some of the big monsters who took care of him back then had the habit of hanging themselves on his branches or squatting among them.

"I heard you talking about the imperial house!"

Qin Chuan said that he was loyal to Diwu, but his body was straightened up by Dixiu in a very honest way. The whole dragon became soft into a puddle of water, and the dragon's tail flicked leisurely, even Nilin relaxed with pleasure.

"It's about the emperor's house." Dixiu explained in a good-tempered manner, "I just want to help the emperor's house find a way to find the pulse from the humans who came today."

Qin Chuan paused, and he also knew what Diwu actually ran out for, he drooped his tail limply, and sighed.

Lin Mu looked at Qin Chuan, then at Yan Xuanjing: "Human? What human?"

Yan Xuan nodded: "The ones who followed Qin Chuan were trapped in the mountains by me this afternoon. This is the fourth batch."

Lin Mu was taken aback when he heard the words, opened his mouth, and said slowly: "You have been...protecting us?"

Yan Xuanjing felt that this was really not protection.

Just a hands-on effort.

Lin Mu lowered his eyes: "Why don't you say anything."

Yan Xuanjing opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"If you want to say something because I'm weak, don't say it." Lin Mu cut off his words.

"..."

So Yan Xuanjing shut his mouth obediently.

Lin Mu looked at the vixen who shut up, and widened his eyes.

Do you really think so? !

Although it is true.

But can you make a slight turn?

Yan Xuanjing was silent for a long time when he met Shang Linmu's gaze, and suddenly he was blessed, feeling that he had opened up a new way of thinking.

He straightened his face, and said to Lin Mu very seriously: "You are still young."

"Oh."

Lin Mu felt that Yan Xuanjing probably could not be expected to understand what euphemistic comfort was, and the truth that the weak also had the right to know.

He thought blankly.