Monster Apartment

Chapter 51 Then you are very miserable.

The mythical beasts usually go around the northern part habitually.

The main reason is basically no explanation, because Xuanwu lives here.

There are also very few places in the north that need help, because Xuanwu is born with more helpers than others, so most of the beasts go around Xuanwu’s jurisdiction.

Because they were basically called the baby by Mrs. Spirit Snake.

But this can’t help, who made Xuanwu get older, and he was a great hero in ancient times, helping the camel through the sky.

Even now, Xuanwu still shoulders a very difficult task, and can be regarded as a very respected senior.

With such a contribution, basically no one will offend Xuanwu, after all, if offended, they can’t be beaten, and it will be bad luck to be bitten back.

Mysterious tortoise is actually okay, but Spirit Snake really likes children. In his spare time, he loves to make all kinds of toys for children. He is also an expert in children’s education and psychology in the human society.

Gu Bai hugged the huge waiting teddy bear and did not dare to let it go.

And Si Yiming emerged from the pile of fluffy, his face was not very good, but when he touched the gentle smile on the beautiful face of Mrs. Spirit Snake, he silently held back.

Respect the old, Mr. Si thought.

“I told Xuangui.” Si Yiming took the baby Gu Bai was holding and put aside, put his hands on Gu Bai’s shoulders, “Bring a helper.”

Mrs. Spirit Snake looked at Gu Bai, and she recognized this as a growing-up cub just at a glance.

The smile on her face was full of maternal light: “That little baby who painted Linghua?”

Gu Bai: “…”

I can’t call it a baby anymore.

Si Yiming nodded, selling his teammates quickly: “This is the kid.”

The attraction of the cub to the spirit snake is very strong. At least put a small cub in front of the spirit snake. They, adults who don’t know that the beasts that are tens of thousands of years old, will basically not arouse her any interest.

Mrs. Spirit Snake looked very happy, and Gu Bai was often taken care of by the majority of women because of this baby face. Although her enthusiasm was a little overwhelming at this time, she did not want to hide.

Si Yiming swept around the house and asked Mrs. Spirit Snake, “Where is the mysterious turtle?”

“Go to Netherworld.” Ling Snake replied, and then happily pulled Gu Bai to the refrigerator and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Xuanwu’s house is built behind Wogui Mountain. It is a large European-style villa with a very warm architectural style. It has three floors. The first floor meets guests, the second floor lives, and the third floor is all the studios of Mrs. Spirit Snake.

Xuan Gui didn’t have time to go out to work, and he didn’t even need his identity as a human society.

Because since ancient times, after the camel passed the sky, in modern times, Xuanwu has always guarded the netherworld.

What is Nether?

It is the entrance of the underworld. When the Nether is opened, the specific performance is actually very obvious, visible to the naked eye-it is a phenomenon called aurora by humans.

Xuanwu occasionally extradites the souls part-time, and overall it is still very busy.

However, because Xuanwu is two divine beasts in the same heart, even if it needs to guard the netherworld, there is rarely any shortage of manpower in the north.

At this moment, Xuangui went to guard Netherworld, and it is probably time for Netherworld to open up and accept the dead again.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai being lovingly fed a bunch of Lingguo by Mrs. Spirit Snake. His cheeks were puffed like squirrels. He cleared his throat and said, “Can I trouble Madam to take out the portrait?”

Madam Spirit Snake, who was still calling baby Si Yiming on the front foot, gave a very disgusting “tsk” at this moment, and turned his head upstairs to get the picture scroll.

Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly chewed everything in his mouth, chew and swallow, and ran back to the living room with a look of aftermath.

“Eat slowly.” Si Yiming patted him on the back, “I turned around to get the portrait, and see if there is anything in the draft that needs to be revised.”

Gu Bai nodded: “Okay.”

He took out a sketchbook with a rough draft, and then took out a pencil.

Si Yiming told him on the way before that the place where he needed to paint was a stone stele that Xuanwu had carried on his back for a long time.

It’s not too big, two meters wide and high, it doesn’t take long.

Looking at the draft on the sketchbook, Gu Bai suddenly realized that the pictures of Pixiu and White Tiger he drew before were also one of this series.

Gu Bai turned his head to look at Si Yiming, hesitated for a while, and still whispered: “Mr. Si, is there any use for painting these…?”

Si Yiming paused, and didn’t mean to conceal, and replied: “It’s just a make-up.”

The Divine Land has an array that has been handed down since ancient times, the main purpose of which is to filter out evil spirits and keep the extinct natural disasters outside.

Evil spirit sprites are the spirit of evil spirits produced by human beings themselves, and the extinction of natural disasters is a real event.

The so-called extinction of the natural disaster is the great flood that is found in all the gods in the world and will destroy the entire world.

This is a crisis that unnatural creatures all over the world are very aware of since ancient times, and conveyed this crisis to mankind. Therefore, in almost all cultural myths and legends, the appearance rate of the flood is quite high.

But each family also has its own way. For example, the Hua Guo side is relying on the huge formations handed down from that time.

In the era when the spiritual energy is gradually fading, the main formations of the formation must be guarded by divine beasts with corresponding attributes, suppressing evil spirits and natural disasters at the same time.

But apart from suppressing this, the mythical beasts occasionally ran out to catch those strange beasts back, especially since the evil spirits have been rampant in the past few hundred years, and the mythical beasts are even less capable.

Asking Gu Bai for help, that is, I want to make up the battle and make the sacred beasts easier.

At the same time, the proliferation of evil spirits also means that there must be something wrong with this large formation. The population boom is indeed one of the reasons, but the formation must also be a little wrong.

But this matter will have to be discussed and discussed when a group of sacred beasts gather together.

Si Yiming and the sacred beasts dared to delay this way. They did not dare to leave their jurisdiction easily. On the one hand, on the other hand, they did not think this was a big problem.

If it was really a big problem, Bai Ze would have bounced back like a fire on his ass. After all, every time something happened, the first one to get the future enlightenment was this benevolent beast who knew everything about the world.

Si Yiming was still quite at ease. He raised his head to look at Mrs. Spirit Snake who was holding the scroll down. He took the scroll that the other party randomly threw over and handed it to Gu Bai.

The stone stele is standing on the edge of the rockery in the yard. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t find that this is a stone stele, which is almost integrated with the rockery.

Gu Bai walked to the yard and checked the texture and smooth ups and downs as usual, then returned to the house obediently and began to ponder the portrait.

In fact, if you can see that the body is the best, it must be said that Gu Bai’s most self-satisfied picture so far is the Pixiu picture.

But asking Gu Bai to tell Mrs. Spirit Snake that he wants to see her body is a bit impolite.

Mr. Zhai said that for the monsters, the ontology is actually quite a taboo topic.

When Si Yiming was studying the stele by Gu Bai, he turned to the car and took the painting tools Gu Bai had brought this time—and the extraordinary paints that he had swept from the monster market.

Among the monsters, there are also those who pursue elegance. In the two aspects of calligraphy and painting, they will not necessarily lose to ordinary humans. These natural homemade paints with a little bit of aura are inherently unavailable in human society.

Mrs. Ling Snake watched Gu Bai carrying his easel tangledly looking for a place to sit down and write drafts. She immediately took Gu Bai to her own studio on the third floor and made a space for Gu. White painting.

When Gu Bai started painting, he was quite attentive. Si Yiming knew this better than anyone else.

He gestured to Mrs. Spirit Snake with a motherly look, and the two went downstairs.

Si Yiming is straightforward: “Can you distinguish Gu Bai’s body?”

Mrs. Spirit Snake frowned upon hearing this question, and looked at Si Yiming disapprovingly.

Xuanwu is one of the few existences that Si Yiming can show respect. Although Mrs. Spirit Snake’s personality and hobbies are a little hard to say, she is a senior who is worthy of respect and admiration. This is indelible.

Compared to Bai Ze and Gu Lang, who didn’t know when they would be back, Si Yiming felt that it might be faster to ask Xuanwu for help.

“Gu Bai’s situation is quite special, he himself doesn’t know what he is.” Si Yiming explained the relationship between Gu Lang and Gu Bai a little bit, and then said, “But I think his breath is a bit special, it’s a long time ago. Familiarity.”

Xuanwu lived longer than Si Yiming, and Xuanwu has existed since Heaven and Earth opened up the Pangu Meteor Path.

If you live a long time, you will have a chance to meet everything.

Even the spiritual creatures that are naturally raised don’t know their own nature, it is not a particularly surprising event in Xuanwu.

When Mrs. Ling Snake heard Si Yiming’s doubts, she sat on the sofa with her eyes closed and thought for a while: “It is indeed a little familiar, and smells a bit like the breath of the prehistoric times.”

When Si Yiming heard Mrs. Spirit Snake say this, he asked again: “Can you think of the specifics?”

“It’s the smell of the prehistoric times.” Mrs. Spirit Snake turned her head to look at him, teasing: “How do you care about this kid?”

Si Yiming had a meal, feeling that the meaning of Mrs. Spirit Snake’s words was a little bit awkward.

He flexed his fingers uncomfortably and explained: “I am worried that if he is like Bai Ze…”

It’s not good if there is something wrong with the painting like Bai Ze.

“So you still care about him.” Mrs. Spirit Snake looked at Si Yiming curiously, “I haven’t seen anyone you care about before.”

Si Yiming wanted to say that caring for cubs is not normal.

Mrs. Spirit Snake blocked him back before he could speak: “You didn’t have any affection for other cubs before.”

“…”

Si Yiming was silent for a while, and finally said with a bit of aggrievedness: “Because this is the first cub who has seen me fight but has not been scared away.”

Lady Spirit Snake:…

Oh.

Then you are very miserable.

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: No fuck.