Monster Apartment - Chapter 100

Zhai Liangjun just came out of the venue after the event, and a large wave of media swarmed.

That posture was more fierce than he had taken the little golden man back then.

Rao is extremely experienced in media shots and his own strength is quite impressive. A demon can beat a group of reporters. Suddenly seeing such a swarm of media rushing up with cameras and microphones ready to smash his face, he couldn’t help it. Three steps back.

The security at the venue reacted and rushed up to protect Zhai Liangjun.

Mr. Zhai was stunned for a while, and his brow frowned when he saw that his bodyguard and the security wall of the venue were about to be squeezed.

The fox spirit usually chirps in front of Pai Yao and Painted Skin, but he is also a big monster by nature.

After so many years of cultivating, the imposing manner of his face was stunned by a group of ordinary people.

Zhai Liangjun looked at these media and carefully recalled whether he had done anything worthy of being picked up recently.

Was his pursuit of Huang Yining exploded, or was the photo of him having dinner with Huang Yining taken?

While thinking about it, Mr. Zhai walked up to the media, wondering whether he should just admit it to the public.

But after another thought, he felt it was impossible. He hadn’t chased the person, and the relationship had not been determined. It was wrong.

With a stern face, Mr. Zhai stood still in front of the media, frowning to indicate that the media in front of him could speak.

The media encircled an arc neatly.

Zhai Liangjun straightened his body and showed himself in front of the camera in all directions without blind spots.

The reporters looked at each other, and in the end, the professionalism overwhelmed the inexplicable fear.

“Teacher Zhai, is the news this afternoon a new means of propaganda?”

When I started with a single person, problems immediately followed one after another.

“Excuse me, Mr. Zhai, is that piece of your portrait cloud related to your new play?”

“Excuse me, Mr. Zhai, how did that portrait cloud do it!”

“Teacher Zhai, what do you think of the superstition on you now on the Internet?”

“Excuse me, Mr. Zhai…”

These questions caught Zhai Liangjun off guard.

From his serious face to question marks to his face was dazed and dazed.

“What?” He asked, “What news? What portrait cloud? What superstition?”

Zhai Liangjun’s agent walked out of the venue wiping his sweat, and his face changed when he saw the grand occasion.

He hurried over and handed the phone to Zhai Liangjun.

It was the picture of that news on the phone.

Zhai Liangjun looked through it, and was even more at a loss.

If this were to be released before, he must have felt that some monster was harassing him.

But now that human social sciences are so advanced, it is not difficult for them to create clouds.

“Maybe I’m so handsome that shocked God,” Mr. Zhai said casually.

The media: “…”

Zhai Liangjun felt that he was thinking about it, and he felt that he hadn’t offended anyone recently.

Recently, he has been busy with his company and new dramas on the human side, and he has to run various activities by the way, he has to help match the art documentary, and he has to spare time to have a date with Huang Yining for a meal.

He is so busy as a top, there is no time to offend any monster.

Mr. Zhai thought hard, and finally shook his head facing the camera of the media, and said uncertainly: “Fans should help?”

The media is not satisfied with this answer.

—They all know that there are many local tyrants and thieves in Zhai Liangjun, and it is not uncommon for such a big event to happen.

They also want to dig out something else.

For example, Zhai Liangjun’s attitude towards this kind of thing, whether he is happy or thinks it shouldn’t.

With Zhai Liangjun’s attitude, they can interpret countless connotative meanings.

But Zhai Liangjun ignored them. After answering, he simply turned around and returned to the venue, looking for another exit to leave.

Gu Bai, who caused all this, knew nothing about external news because the mobile phone had no electricity.

Anyway, Mr. Si said that after he finished painting with clouds as the canvas, he stopped guiding the spiritual energy, and the clouds would slowly be blown away.

Gu Bai was particularly relieved to paint.

Si Yiming asked him why he wanted to paint Zhai Liangjun.

There is a bit of unhappy meaning between the words.

That’s what Gu Bai answered.

He said: “Because Mr. Zhai looks good and seductive.”

After saying this, Gu Bai himself felt guilty before Si Yiming said a word.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to look at Si Yiming unobtrusively.

Si Yiming found this vaguely familiar.

After carefully recalling, he looked at Gu Bai in surprise, and then looked at each other with a smile.

Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai, who thought he was covering up well, but actually didn’t cover it at all. He couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and hugged him directly into his arms, and rubbed a few hands vigorously.

Mr. Si buried his head and sniffed between Gu Bai’s neck, and said with some smile, “It’s so sour.”

Gu Bai was taken aback when he heard the words, lowered his head and sniffed his body, not seeing any wrong smell.

Why are you so stupid.

Si Yiming watched his movements and couldn’t help laughing.

Before Gu Bai could react, he stretched out his hand and pushed Si Yiming: “What are you laughing at?”

Mr. Si hugged the circle of people tightly, and replied, “Laughing jealously.”

Gu Bai finally reacted, and there was a clear blush on his face, with a little annoyance that was rare.

“I…”

He furiously wanted to refute, and then found that he had no way to refute.

Realizing that Mr. Si was right, Gu Bai hummed, and finally turned his head altogether and said, “I want to continue painting.”

Si Yiming put the person back on the bed: “Don’t draw Zhai Liangjun.”

Gu Bai nodded with a blushing face, and whispered, “I draw a blue dragon.”

Si Yiming thought about it and found it feasible.

When Gu Bai became proficient, he would directly paint Canglong with the technique of Moshanhe, and let Canglong handle it by himself. There would definitely be no problem.

Thinking about it this way, his Pi Xiu Tu and Baihu Xuanwu seemed to be at a disadvantage.

After all, at that time Gu Bai didn’t have any specific concepts about Linghua.

But there is nothing wrong, Si Yiming thought, at best, the two paintings of Suzaku and Canglong will last longer than them.

Compared to this small unfairness, Mr. Si is even more happy that he has witnessed Gu Bai’s growth.

Mr. Si put his cheeks in his hands, and he was obsessed with painting as he watched the painting. He looked up seriously at Gu Bai, who was waving an animated pen, with a slight smile on his face.

More than ten days have passed.

Canglong rushed over and found them, saying that they should keep a low profile and break up the clouds again after painting.

It is said that the news of Hua Guo one after another recently, because the vivid dragon-shaped clouds often float over China.

The news and human beings are almost bursting with excitement.

And the upper humans were so devastated that they couldn’t contact Si Yiming, who was responsible for docking with them on the monster’s side.

Because Si Yiming’s cell phone is dead.

Humans really like to make a fuss.

Si Yiming was a little unhappy, but he also knew that this was his unshirkable responsibility, and he had to go back.

There are no other requirements, but I always have to explain to the human side.

After all, the human being responsible for the docking is already bald, and if it gets worse, it is estimated that it will turn into a bald head.

“I’ll send you to Penglai Mirage.” Mr. Si said.

Gu Bai felt that this was mainly his pot, and nodded very obediently.

“If you want to come out to practice, grab the jade rabbit and take you out, but it’s best to be the Canglong.” Mr. Si warned uncomfortably, “Those things given to you in the hand strap, if you encounter danger, throw them directly at those monsters and kill them. Take it for me.”

This is not the same as leaving Gu Bai in the human world. Humans are too weak for monsters to cool off with a wave of hands.

But those monsters are different.

Besides, all the people who come and go here are monsters.

Mr. Si pursed his lips, left the cloud bed to Gu Bai, and said, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Gu Bai still nodded very well, watching Si Yiming leave the mirage.

And Canglong, a busy man, also followed Si Yiming’s back and forth.

The rabbit spirits are all busy with a new round of reclamation, much busier than harvesting, including Yutu.

There was no one around the main hall. Gu Bai raised his hand and patted his face. From the hand strap, he found out the experience and experience of the past ten days to organize, and then took a seat in the open space in front of the main hall.

Dianmoshanhe is not a particularly good painting.

Even with a specific sight target, it is not easy to draw.

In particular, the feeling of writing down different clouds is completely different-Si Yiming and Gu Bai are dangling on the sea with Gu Bai, witnessing the weather that changes when the ocean changes.

Thick thunderstorm clouds feel different from ordinary clouds on a sunny day.

The feeling of clouds in different weather and time periods is also different.

Gu Bai feels that when the time comes to draw the mirage, the air environment in different places is also likely to have an impact on the writing.

And now, he is ready to try directly in the mirage.

Mr. Si said before that he used his own aura to paint in the mirage.

Gu Bai, who hasn’t slept much for the past ten days, has gradually become proficient in the use of his own aura. Let him paint directly with the aura, and he can really do it.

—Of course, why try it in the Mirage? It’s because even if you accidentally blow up the three hills with a stroke of the pen like Mr. Si said, you don’t need to be responsible.

Because it will recover naturally after more than 20 days.

Gu Bai took out the paintbrush he had brought from Bai Ze’s home, took a deep breath, looked at the void in front of him, and began to try.

As usual today, Yutu took a group of little rabbits to reclaim wasteland, cut down a few trees and came back, and set up the market again.

Oh, and the place where the soup treasure and other by-products are produced has to be rebuilt.

Yutu is already very proficient in this set of procedures. There is no specific time concept of rising and falling in the mirage, so a big cycle is a whole day for the rabbits in the mirage.

They have to do this every day, as normal as humans have to eat every day.

Yutu took the little rabbits to finish cutting the tree, and when he was carrying the wood through the group of his house and preparing to go to the market, he saw the miserable state of the door of his main hall at a glance.

Many holes were exploded in the marble floor at the door, and rubble was everywhere.

This picture looks as if the mirage has been attacked!

Yutu was shocked. Now Canglong is not there, Pai Yao is not there, he can only rely on himself!

“What a courage!”

Yutu took a deep breath, and immediately threw off the timber on his shoulders, and rushed towards the main hall with his sleeves rolled up.

The little rabbit spirits who were thrown away by him, look at me and I look at you, and then the milk cheered each other up and courageously, learning the posture of their boss, throwing the wood on the ground, lifting up their sleeves and showing them. Holding the baby’s fat arm, he rushed out with his short legs.

Gu Bai heard the sound of a heavy object being dropped not far away, and raised his head blankly, he saw Yutu rushing in one by one with a group of little rabbit spirits, and then They smashed through the fragile outline that he had finally drawn.

Gu Bai opened his mouth: “…ah.”

Crashed.

But it doesn’t matter, Gu Bai thought happily, if he can paint successfully once, he can have a second time.

Yutu felt like he had passed something through, but he didn’t care about it in a hurry.

At a glance, he saw Gu Bai, who was sitting in the middle of the mess, with a gray-headed face, and his heart tightened.

He rushed over more hurriedly: “Gu Bai, are you okay?! Are you not injured? Who broke in? I, I, I, I will contact Canglong!”

Gu Bai was stunned, and quickly grabbed Yutu: “It’s okay, it’s okay, I was just painting.”

Yutu was taken aback: “Hey?”

“You don’t want a new house, so you are trying to draw it.”

As Gu Bai said, he pointed to the direction where the little rabbit spirits were running. There were a few thin lines in mid-air that were supporting it, and it was vaguely visible that it was about the shape of a roof.

And the little rabbit spirit who rushed over first saw the lines that swayed gently with the wind.

His complexion changed drastically, he jumped three feet high, grabbed the thin lines, stepped on the bottom of his feet, and bounced twice. After he stepped on the lines, he let out a sigh of relief. He ran over and looked at Gu Bai and Yutu with a proud face.

“Yutu Yutu, I will wipe out the bad guys, it’s amazing!”

Gu Bai looked at the little rabbit and couldn’t help but laugh, boasting, “Awesome!”

Yutu didn’t speak. He felt a pain in his brain when he thought that there were so many rabbit mouths in the clan that he was about to go to the wild to make holes.

And when I thought that the line just broken by him might have been the dormitory of the little rabbits, I felt choked.

I hate!

The author has something to say: Little Rabbit: Yutu Yutu, I will eliminate the bad guys!

Yutu: You might as well destroy me. [升天.jpg]