Non-Human Sub-district Office

Before the phone was hung up, Lin Mu's cell phone jingled and received dozens of messages.

He glanced at it and found that it was all from Diwu.

"What did you post?" Lin Mu asked while opening the chat window.

The screen was swiped by a lot of small videos in an instant, and the last one was played automatically under wifi. It was Yan Gui lying on the window sill, wagging his nine tails, and confronting a husky raised by a family opposite.

Yan Gui turned pale with shock: "It's closed!"

Lin Mu obediently turned off the video, and as soon as he turned it off, he heard Diwu's voice from the other end of the phone: "In terms of technology, human beings are worthy of praise."

Yan Xuanjing sat dignifiedly on the side, looked at his father expressionlessly, and silently gave Diwu a thumbs up.

As expected of being Yan Gui's friend for many years.

This kind of behavior of directly sending people to a dead end when they catch the handle is exactly the same as Yan Gui.

If it is true that things of a kind gather together and people are divided into groups, the feeling of seeing Yan Gui being counter-killed is really pleasing to the body and mind.

Mr. Yan Xuanjing, who suffered from Yan Gui for many years and did not want to be named, expressed his satisfaction with this.

He even decided to give some of the high-quality elixir he had saved in his small coffers to Diwu.

——Diwu had better not die, otherwise where would he go to see Yan Gui's excitement in the future.

Yan Gui hung up the phone quickly, and Qin Chuan, who was waiting to chat with Diwu for a while, was shocked by his hanging up, and the scales of the whole dragon followed. They all exploded.

"Why are you hanging up the phone!!"

Yan Gui ignored him, turned off the phone screen mercilessly, glanced at Qin Chuan who turned his head and went to cling to the trees, and turned to look at his son.

"Did your mother write a letter?"

Yan Gui has a bad nose, and when Yan Xuanjing just came back, he could smell his wife's scent.

Yan Xuan nodded and took out the letter.

Except for the casual reference to the current situation of Qingqiu Kingdom in the first two sentences, the whole letter is full of gossip about what happened in the Great Wilderness recently.

In fact, as the actual manager of Qingqiu country, there are not many things to do.

Qingqiu country can be regarded as one of the top countries in the Great Desolation.

It is precisely because of this that there are a lot of talents, and there are so many people in the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan who can do things, so that there are fewer things that will be dealt with by the king than in many small cities and small countries that need to do everything by themselves.

In terms of civil affairs, there are many monsters who rely on their brains to feed themselves, and they organize the entire country in an orderly manner, not to mention the aspect of military force.

The position of the king is more of a symbol and a protective cover, but also a responsibility.

——To put it simply, it is the only designated back-up position in the country.

If the subordinates did something wrong, the blame is on the country leader. If the country fails to help in time, the blame is on the country leader. If it fails to negotiate peaceful and friendly relations with other countries, the blame is on the country leader.

Ordinary monsters don't understand those winding positions.

Anyway, if something is wrong, let the country master take the blame and it's over.

Correspondingly, the treatment enjoyed by the professional master of the country is quite good.

But even so, few in the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan want to take the blame.

Yan Gui, the lord of the country, has been pretty good for so many years, except that he likes to run and surf.

Anyway, in the eyes of the monsters of Qingqiu Kingdom, as long as they don't make a lot of romantic debts like the previous generation of kings and then pat their butts and run away, making the whole country and the whole city crumbling, no matter how they pretend, they are good kings.

The requirements can be said to be very, very low.

So in the same way, the monsters of Qingqiu Kingdom coaxed and pampered their queen, who was several times more lovable than the king's lord.

For example, the letter said that many monsters have come to Qingqiu country to trouble them recently, because Qingqiu country has kept the monster who has caused troubles recently.

If such a big thing happens, an explanation must always be given.

And the way Yan Xuanjing's mother handled it was extremely coquettish.

She said: If you want to see that monster, you can, either please me, or whoever has the bigger fist will talk.

Her martial strength is considered one of the best in the Great Wilderness, those who are at the same level as hers are too lazy to care about this matter, and those who are not as good as hers can't beat her.

But if Qingqiu country said this, if those monsters backed down, they would have no face anywhere, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The fox mother was also quite straightforward, she drove out all the young foxes of the latest generation in the clan to fight with those monsters.

Watching fights every day during the day, watching beauties dancing at night, and harvesting some fluffy animals sent by monsters every now and then, and even dragging her little sisters to chat and fart every day, to the monsters and monsters from other countries. The beauty is pointing, don't live too happily.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the entire letter and commented which country's monster had a good figure and face, which monster was very suitable to be a child bride for the little fox in our clan, and which monster was particularly hot and enthusiastic that Linghu couldn't put it down.

Between the lines, I also care about whether the cubs in the Central Plains are eating and sleeping well, and there is no mention of Yan Gui in the whole article.

After reading the entire letter, Yan Xuanjing turned his head to look at Yan Gui again, and found that his father had already rolled into a ball of hair, as if he had shut himself off.

Yan Xuanjing was silent for a long time, it was rare for his conscience to return to his place, and he asked: "How about...you go back?"

Yan Gui didn't speak, a ball of fluffy cat moved, after a while, he raised his head, the whole cat's face was glowing: "Hey! Your mother must be lonely and want to provoke me to go back!"

Yan Xuanjing: "..."

I don’t think so.

Yan Gui shook his tail happily: "It can't be done. Although Diwu's little hoof has learned badly, but the friendship has been there for so many years, I still want to take care of him."

A bosom friend is hard to come by, and there is one less to leave. After so many years, the brothers who can still play and joke with him at will, can't be counted with one slap.

Yan Gui sighed, changed back into a human form and took out his phone, glanced at the two Dixiu trees, one big and one small, who were chatting with Nie Shen, smiled slightly with satisfaction, and clicked on the phone. I started the mobile game, got addicted to it quickly, and shouted a little brother while pinching his throat.

Yan Xuanjing: "..."

Yan Xuanjing looked at his father, and felt that if his mother came to the Central Plains, she would probably be as addicted to games as Yan Gui, and when they got emotional, they might even act out a fierce scene of sisters fighting for a boy with two girls.

Or his mother might act as a boyfriend who turned out to be the original partner, and have a vigorous scene of catching rape with his father.

Over the years, he has grown tired of seeing this kind of operation.

These two actors are basically the same.

In the whole family, only he, a poor and helpless little fox, is reliable.

Yan Xuanjing withdrew his gaze, glanced at the fluffy little monsters written on the letter, touched his mobile phone, turned his head back into the study, and began to study how to use the printer.

After so many years, many new species have appeared in the Central Plains, many of which were not found in the wilderness, Yan Xuanjing felt that he could print a copy of the past for his mother.

There are also some that are not fluffy but are also very cute, and you can also send a copy.

Anyway, his illusion skills were not good enough, and either his mother came to see him later, or Yan Gui was ordered to turn into these small animals to show her when he returned.

Anyway, if the blame doesn't fall on him, then the more photos there are, the better.

Lin Mu told Nie Shen that he would buy a mobile phone for him tomorrow so that he could contact him, but when he turned around, he found that Yan Xuanjing was gone. After being told by the little ginseng that Yan Xuanjing was in the study, he ran into the study with small steps.

He still hasn't thanked Yan Xuanjing for coming to help today.

Lin Mu opened the door of the study, saw Yan Xuanjing studying the printer at the same time, leaned his head over and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Print photos." Yan Xuanjing replied.

Lin Mu turned on the computer and the printer: "Do you want to print in color?"

Yan Xuan nodded.

Lin Mu brought Yan Xuanjing's cell phone over, connected it to the computer, and asked curiously while picking out photos: "How does Dahuang usually get photos?"

Yan Xuanjing paused, then shook his head: "There are no photos, usually portraits."

"...?" Lin Mu was taken aback, "Isn't it not as good as Central Plains in terms of convenience and entertainment?"

The vixen was stopped for a moment.

He didn't know what to say.

Due to the ecological composition of the Great Wilderness, it has always focused on improving personal strength. Basically, no one will study these tools.

For example, farming and working, in the eyes of monsters, a problem that can be solved by any spell, naturally they will not think about tools.

This is a foreign thing to monsters, and foreign things, except magic weapons, are useless things in their eyes, let alone rich entertainment.

Living is very difficult, what entertainment do you want?

What's more, entertainment in the eyes of humans is actually quite inexplicable in the eyes of monsters.

For example, those extreme sports, such as skydiving, wingsuit flying, adventure, taking a step back, such as ferris wheel, roller coaster, haunted house, etc., are very daily things in their eyes and have no meaning at all.

Yan Xuanjing thought for a while, and replied: "There is no need for powerful monsters, and there is no need for weak monsters to serve them."

"...Then I went to the Great Wilderness in the future, not to be bored to death." Lin Mu felt that he had grasped a blind spot, "You don't even have mobile games, so why do you have nothing else to do except make trouble every day? "

When Lin Mu said this, Yan Xuanjing felt that it was very reasonable.

In the past, Yan Gui had nothing to do. Every day he squatted on the roof of the palace to bask in the sun or went out to surf, but now...

He tilted his head and glanced outside at Yan Gui, who was obsessed with the assassination battlefield, and suddenly wondered whether Yan Gui didn't want to go back to the Great Wilderness because he was too happy in the Central Plains.

And to be honest, the changes in the Central Plains over the years are really amazing.

Not to mention far away, just a hundred years ago, the power to raze a mountain range to the ground was still the monopoly of monsters and practitioners.

Now, those human beings who are weak and not worth mentioning in their eyes can do it with just moving their fingers.

And if Nie Shen hadn't made such a big commotion and let them come to the Central Plains from the Great Wilderness, they wouldn't have a clear understanding of the current situation of human beings.

"Although you said that there is no need for weak monsters to serve them...But to be honest, aren't those weak monsters the largest proportion of monsters? Big monsters are rare, and it stands to reason that the weak monsters will still serve you in the end. It’s for you.” Lin Mu pressed the print button while speaking.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the trees, thoughtful.

Indeed, the current social model of human beings does have something worth learning.

He pulled a stool over, took a pen and paper, sat next to Lin Mu, and wrote down some thoughts, thinking that if his mother had nothing to do, maybe she could really try to plan an earth-shattering reform.

Among other things, at least a peaceful and stable life is something few creatures can refuse.

Just look at those monsters who don’t want to go back after they came to the Central Plains—although they are still tough after they came to the Central Plains and caused a lot of trouble in the mountains, but as long as there are people stronger than them in charge, They will be quiet.

The biggest problem in the Great Wilderness is that an ambitious big monster who likes to make trouble can easily disturb a pool of muddy water, and it is extremely easy to quickly overthrow one or two countries.

After being overthrown, people will not take over the pot, leading to the loss of order and falling into the situation of no man's land again, and chaos will reappear.

To give the most obvious example, Nie Shen is like this.

And human beings are able to maintain the rules in such a roughly stable manner because the ceiling of human individual abilities is limited. As long as the weapons are limited, even if there are a lot of geniuses, the whole will not be shaken.

How to deal with this problem, Yan Xuanjing can't think of it for the time being.

He hadn't taken this kind of course seriously, so he wrote down his thoughts roughly, and decided to simply leave this kind of thing to his parents to think about.

Lin Mu leaned his head over, resting his chin on Yan Xuanjing's arm, looked at the contents of the letter, and was slightly taken aback: "...I'll just say it casually, are you serious?"

"You are going to the Great Wilderness in the future." Yan Xuanjing said calmly while writing, "I hope you will be happy—no matter where you are."

Lin Mu was stunned for a while, then stretched out his arms to hug Yan Xuanjing, buried his head in his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Where did you learn these words..."

"I didn't learn it from anywhere."

As Yan Xuanjing said, he put down his pen, put his arms around Lin Mu's waist, picked him up and sat across his lap, raised his head slightly to touch Lin Mu's forehead.

"I was born."