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Lin Mu was stuffed with ginseng into a glass of juice, and just after taking a sip, he saw Qin Chuan, who was sitting outside with his computer in his arms, go down to the ground and start rolling.

"I'm quitting!" Qin Chuan kicked his legs angrily, "Chasing and picking! I won't be paid! I'm quitting!"

Yan Gui squatted on the ground in an extremely dignified manner. Hearing what Qin Chuan said, he sold the Emperor House: "Do you know that the Emperor House has already found five dragon veins, and there are still two left."

Qin Chuan was taken aback, sat up suddenly, his face was full of surprise, and he opened his mouth to ask, but the smile on his face faded a little after two seconds, and asked in a low voice: "Then...he has other dragon veins beside him. ?"

Yan Gui glanced at Qin Chuan and said, "You think everyone is like you, like a clingy person."

Qin Chuan suddenly laughed and scratched his head, as if embarrassed.

He hugged the computer again, full of fighting spirit: "Come on, Party A's father!"

Lin Mu took a sip of the juice and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Get a merit collection machine for Nie Shen." Yan Gui said, "It's too difficult to collect merit in the wilderness. It's more appropriate to build one in the Central Plains."

Lin Mu's head was full of question marks: "What kind of merit collection machine?"

Yan Gui shook his ears, not knowing how to explain it.

Di Xiu knew much more about the Central Plains than Yan Gui did. He thought for a while and gave an example: "Mumu, do you know the story of Nezha being enshrined in incense for three years?"

"I know." Lin Mu nodded, "Isn't that a film and television adaptation?"

"Not entirely." Dixiu said, "There is indeed such a method."

Enjoying the incense in the world and using human beliefs and offerings to save oneself is indeed a behavior. In the early years when human technology was not developed, there were countless monsters who came to the Central Plains to build temples and temples from Fengxianren.

It is to hide in the temple and spy on the wish of human beings, and if it is a good thing, go to help, and when the human beings come to fulfill the wish, it will be regarded as a merit.

Although tiny, at least it can be guaranteed that it will never be wasted.

Some of the more famous temples today were also cut off and stolen by many messy monsters.

It's just that building temples to collect offerings and offering incense is no longer in line with the times, and it doesn't matter how much Nie Shen has made, so it would be much better to give Nie Shen a synonym for concentrating merit.

It can be regarded as a temple in another sense.

"...to make it so big." Lin Mu was a little dazed, "Is it necessary?"

When he asked, Di Xiu and Yan Gui suddenly fell silent.

Lin Mu looked up at the two elders, hesitated for a moment: "Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Di Xiu gently comforted Lin Mu, raised his hand and patted his son's head, hesitating to tell Lin Mu.

"Whether it's really necessary or not depends on Nie Shen's attitude." Yan Gui licked his paw, and said bluntly, "He has the will to die."

Lin Mu bit the straw, and was taken aback when he heard the words: "... I think he is quite happy running around today?"

"Because he has nothing to do." Yan Gui said.

He had the face of a puppet cat, but he showed a bit of majesty.

"His only purpose is to force out the Emperor of Heaven in the Central Plains, but we don't allow it."

Nie Shen himself has a flat attitude towards life, and the only belief that supports him so that he does not collapse is to find the Emperor of Heaven.

It is already quite an obsession to be able to break free from the entanglement of the emperor's house's resentment to kill so deeply and still obsess over it.

But after coming to the Central Plains, his goal was blocked.

With monitoring and restrictions on his body, Nie Shen has nowhere to go and nothing to do, and he has no purpose to persevere.

If it hadn't been for Yan Gui who felt that this junior was quite capable and saw Nie Shen's mentality, so he handed him a rope to lead him away, Nie Shen would probably try to make trouble one day, and then hiccup in a corner where no one was around. inside.

"And he still has a lot of things to say, and I don't know if he was blinded by Sha Nian and didn't think about it for a while." Yan Gui stretched out his little pad, just about to give an example, when he saw Lin Mu knelt down, held the little paw, and squeezed it.

Yan Gui: "?"

Yan Xuanjing frowned, changed back to Xiao Xiaozhi's body, and pushed his father to the other side.

Yan Guiyuan looked at his son with round cat eyes, laughed, and continued: "He never mentioned that Mirage is not dead, nor about Mengze, nor did he mention how he had a grievance with Diwu. got together."

After the mirage died, the fog in Mengze lasted for more than ten years before dissipating, and at that time, Nie Shen was definitely not a newborn baby.

He can say his own name, and he can survive in the land of no man. Although it is miserable, it also proves that he has relative self-protection ability.

Even Yan Xuanjing, who has been practiced and thrown in, has been frantically probing on the verge of hiccups countless times, let alone a half-demon miserably.

During this time, Nie Shen had a lot of things that he didn't say. Yan Gui and Di Xiu discussed it quietly out of concern about the resentment towards Di Wu, and finally decided to think about this half-demon a little better.

It was as if his mind was clouded by karma and he had forgotten many things that should not have been forgotten.

In human terms, depressed people can't feel happiness, forget many good things, and are blinded by emotions and memories.

Let's not talk about other things, at least let's find out how he got involved with the power of the emperor's house.

Yan Gui looked carefree, but he was quite cautious inside.

Especially now that Diwu's resentment has been detained in Qingqiu country along with his huge power, and the person in charge of the suppression is his wife!

Yan Gui did trust his wife's ability very much, but he still worried about what he should worry about.

Resentment itself is very difficult to deal with.

What's more, it has been thousands of years, who knows what new changes have occurred.

If there is no change, I will not get together with Nie Shen.

They don't know what has changed in the power of the emperor's house over the past few thousand years. They would rather blow up that power to sacrifice to the sky than touch it twice.

Anyway, the emperor's house will not have any objections.

But Nie Shen, who was sent in front of them now, had had very close contact with the power of the emperor's house. Yan Gui was as smart as a fox, and it would be a ghost if he let him go.

That's why they came up with the idea of ​​building a merit collection machine for Nie Shen.

After listening to Yan Gui's explanation, Lin Mu knew that the two elders knew what to do, so he simply nodded and let them go.

He held the little toffee in his left arm, and the flower in his right hand, and was about to find a container to put it in, but when he turned his head, he saw the pot on the edge of the steps.

The pot was obviously filled with new soil, and Lin Mu didn't remember that he had moved it out before going out this morning.

"Which one of you moved this pot? Do you want to use it?" Lin Mu turned his head and asked.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at the pot, and his first reaction was to turn his head to look at that little accuser.

"I need to use it! It's..." Little Ginseng just raised his head, and when Yan Xuanjing narrowed his eyes and stared at him like this, he hiccupped in fright.

Lin Mu turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Ginseng with menacing eyes.

Little Ginseng swallowed back the words, and said aggrievedly: "I made it for myself."

Lin Mu looked at the little ginseng, then at the pot, nodded, went upstairs and looked through the drawers in the room, and took out the water baby that he bought as a gift of flower nutrition before soaking it.

Water baby is a kind of small particles, which will expand into soft elastic balls of different colors when placed in water, which are transparent and soft.

Children basically like this, including Lin Shu when he was a child.

While waiting for the water baby to soak, he found another mineral water bottle that was empty and hadn't had time to throw it away, cut off the top of the bottle, and inserted this bouquet of daisies into it.

He stuffed the little toffee in the pocket of his sweater, and only poked his head out, as if thinking about the life of a dog.

Little Ginseng sat on the steps, listening to Yan Guizhi envoy Qin Chuan change the background sound to Erquan Yingyue, hugging the flower pot to support his little face, with sadness written all over his face, he felt that the background music was really suitable for the occasion.

Lin Mu took out a few water babies and put them in the flower pot in front of Little Ginseng.

The little ginseng was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the cute little round balls, and then looked up at the trees.

"Does it look good?" Lin Mu asked.

Little Ginseng poked the water baby in the flowerpot, nodded, and became happy again: "Cute!"

Lin Mu watched as Lin Ginseng carried the flowerpot into the glass room, showed off to the little monster enjoying himself in the glass room, took out the toffee from his pocket, kneaded it frantically until it looked like cotton candy, and said: " Don't bully the little ginseng, it's not childish."

Yan Xuanjing, who had been seen through, looked expressionlessly at Yan Gui who was squatting behind the trees, and laughed at him silently. After a long while, he decided to tear up the contract he had signed with his father, and asked the Emperor House for a copy of Yan Gui's show. A small video of my husband, I will pack it up and take it back to the wilderness.

Yan Xuanjing slowly withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and felt that it was not enough.

We should collect more photos of the cute and fluffy species that have recently appeared in the Central Plains, and send Yan Gui to a dead end.

There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield.

Don't blame me for being ruthless!

Lin Mu didn't notice the rivalry between the father and son at all.

He flipped through the little notebook in his heart, and said: "I heard from Dahei that when you first touched porcelain, I asked him to lie to me with you."

"..."

Yan Xuanjing was held up by Lin Mu, and they looked at each other silently.

Lin Mu looked at the toffee whose hairs all over his body were blown up by his rubbing, and said without emotion, "Why are you so bad!"

Yan Xuanjing remained expressionless and didn't dare to say anything.

Lin Mu continued: "You still told me that being beaten can make you stronger, so hit me."

Dixiu listened there, raised his head, and frowned disapprovingly—but then let go again.

This cannot be wrong.

Being beaten can indeed make you stronger.

Sensing Di Xiu's gaze, Yan Xuanjing raised the Ula Ula alarm in his heart, and said very calmly, "Yan Guijiao."

Yan Gui, who had been blamed by Hengkong, was stunned for a moment, remembering that he did not stop when he saw Yan Xuanjing beating the forest trees, and thinking about his merciless beating behavior when Yan Xuanjing was a child, he couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while .

"Then how about teaching me to take off by jumping off a building?" Lin Mu asked.

Yan Xuanjing did not hesitate: "Yan is a teacher."

Both Dixiu and Lin Mu's eyes fell on the weak, pitiful and helpless puppet cat squatting on the swing.

"???"

Yan Gui stared round with a pair of cat eyes.

I am not!

I do not have it!

Don't talk nonsense!

It's obviously Yan Xuanjing, a brat, who has the wrong style of painting, so how could it be my fault!

Yan Gui was heartbroken, and then the back of his neck tightened, his four claws flew into the air, and they were hung up by Di Xiu's branches.

The old fox was quite familiar with Dixiu's methods. He glanced at the branch that was coming to envelop him, kicked his legs quickly, and was about to run as soon as he turned around.

As a result, before it landed, it was wrapped in layers of Dixiu's branches.

Lin Mu looked at the branches wrapped into a ball, and could vaguely hear meowing inside.

Lin Mu turned to look at his father: "What is this for?"

"Maybe he was beaten by his wife in the illusion." Dixiu replied slowly, "It's okay, he likes this very much."

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