Monster Apartment

Chapter 70 Gu Bai: “…”

Si Yiming expressed his satisfaction that no one would bother him and Gu Bai being alone.

Although being alone can’t make any special progress, there are only two people with each other, and the atmosphere is very different.

Si Yiming raised his sleeves and went to beat the eggs. They decided today to cook a few dumplings and fry them at will.

Gu Bai looked at Mr. Si who went straight to the kitchen. After a while, he hurriedly followed up: “Mr. Si?”

Si Yiming took off his coat and said, “Today is simple to eat, I will make it.”

Mr. Si has been playing with Mrs. Spirit Snake and Gu Bai for so long. Even if he doesn’t have high-end cooking skills, there is still no problem in cooking a scallion, omelette and dumpling.

Gu Bai stood at the edge of the kitchen and hesitated for two seconds. Seeing Si Yiming’s proficient movements, he felt something wrong in his heart.

He walked two steps forward, Si Yiming directly turned around and pushed him to the top of the stairs, and then stuffed Gu Bai’s backpack into his arms: “Go and pack it.”

Gu Bai held the backpack, looked at the head in front of him, and then glanced at Si Yiming who turned back. After thinking about it, he took out the bottles and a small cloth bag that Si Yiming gave him from the backpack. To the second floor.

The bottles are not small, the material is very special, the texture is a bit like jade, but it is clear and milky white, and you can vaguely see the red rushing inside.

These bottles are Zhuniao’s blood, very precious.

And in the small cloth bag next to it, there are the feathers of a red bird and some other odds and ends.

Said it is a small cloth bag, it is actually a small baggage bundled with a whole piece of cloth.

The material of the small cloth bag is very special. The appearance is white, thin and soft, and it is silky and slightly cool at first, just like the finest silk, but it is much softer than silk.

The thin layer of cloth felt as if it had fallen into the clouds.

Open the cloth bag, there is a layer of light colors like clouds on the inside. In these clouds, there are many fine and fragmented fluff and complete feathers, which are emitting a wave of heat, in the cloth bag that blocks the light. , Like a group of carbon fire, exuding a bright orange-red light.

Gu Bai tied the small cloth bag again, and the hot air around it gradually settled and cooled down.

According to Mr. Si, these feathers have fallen from Zhuniao over the years.

Divine beasts usually do not shed their hair naturally, but in order to keep their appearance gorgeous and elegant, they still regularly clean up their feather scales to ensure their beauty, while also disposing of some damaged feather scales.

Most of these feathers have been cleaned, and they are as fierce as the feathers on the uninvited birds, but they are still hot.

Gu Bai looked at the small cloth bag, then turned his head and glanced at the bottles of Zhuniao blood that were carefully placed on the table. After thinking for a while, he took a bottle and walked to the corner and opened the cork on the bottle.

A heat wave suddenly rushed out of the bottle and looked forward through the mouth of the bottle. The easel and the cabinet on the opposite side were distorted.

Gu Bai closed the bottle cap, thinking that he might not be able to paint this painting.

This kind of temperature, where can he find a canvas and paintbrush that can withstand it, and stepping back, there is no suitable paint.

Gu Bai put the bottles away very carefully, for fear that they would accidentally tip over them and turn them into a burning studio, then turned around and went downstairs quickly.

“Mr. Si, Mr. Si!” Gu Bai walked with wind, blowing all the way in front of Si Yiming.

Before he could say something, he saw Si Yiming standing by the trash can, pouring a plate of burnt fried eggs into it, trying to destroy the body.

Gu Bai: “…”

Si Yiming: “…”

“…Mr. Si.” Gu Bai looked away from the plate of eggs, after thinking about it, he decided that nothing had happened.

Si Yiming put the empty plate in his hand on the cooking table, pretending that nothing happened, and looked at Gu Bai.

“The temperature of the feather and blood is too high. I don’t have any painting tools or paints.” As Gu Bai said, he took out two eggs from the refrigerator again.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai’s movements for a while, and this time he took down the steps and time seriously, and then said: “The canvas uses that piece of Xia Jin.”

Gu Bai sprinkled chopped green onions in the egg mixture. Hearing Si Yiming’s answer, he thought of the piece of cloth that had become a small cloth bag.

“That’s Xia Jin, it feels very comfortable.”

Of course it is comfortable. Can the brocade woven by Yunxia feel uncomfortable?

Not only comfortable, but also warm in winter and cool in summer.

Si Yiming thought, took a look at Gu Bai, and decided to find a time to ask Zhu Niao how many Xia brocades to make for Gu Bai…well, pajamas.

After all, the fabric of pajamas is good, and the quality of sleep will be better.

Gu Bai is still growing.

Si Yiming watched intently as Gu Bai poured the egg mixture in his hands into the hot oil pot.

The tender yellow egg liquid immediately bubbled, and the surroundings cooked quickly. Gu Bai shook the pan, and when he saw that it was not sticking, he simply turned the egg over.

A scent of fried eggs suddenly diffused.

Mr. Si turned his head and glanced at the trash can: “…”

After watching Gu Bai pick up the pot, he withdrew his sight on the trash can, turned his head to fill the pressure cooker with half a pot of water, and boil the water to prepare dumplings.

Gu Bai filled the green onion omelette, turned his head and said to Si Yiming, “However, there are no suitable brushes and paints.”

Moreover, Gu Bai is not sure if he can paint on new fabrics he hasn’t touched before.

Because Xia Jin has a completely different touch from cotton and linen fabrics suitable for oil painting canvases.

But compared to brushes and paints that are sure to be burnt directly, the texture of the canvas is not a problem.

Si Yiming ignored this point. He thought about it and said, “I will help you prepare a usable set as soon as possible.”

What painting tools can persist in painting under the power of Zhu Niao?

nonsense.

Of course it is to find monsters and human monks who are good at refining tools to give Gu Baixin a set of magic weapons!

Gu Bai watched Si Yiming put twenty dumplings in the boiling water, nodded first, then touched his nose embarrassedly.

Si Yiming tilted his head to look at him: “What’s the matter?”

Gu Bai whispered and forced: “The studio on the second floor of my house is also inappropriate. The temperature is too high and it will damage my previous works.”

Although the Jiuzhou Shanhaiyuan community is the kind of missile blasted over, the monsters in the community can hold hands to watch the extremely safe area where the fireworks explode, but if there is an internal problem, there is really no particularly good way.

Anyway, the formation of the community and the room certainly cannot protect Gu Bai’s ordinary painting tools and paintings under the temperature of Zhu Niao’s blood.

Mr. Si pondered for a long time, until the dumplings in the pot floated up and turned out a white belly, and then said: “Then you can go to my house to paint. The second floor of my house is idle and has been empty.”

Gu Bai was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to meet his boss Yiming’s gaze. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

The reason why he felt something was wrong was probably because he hadn’t been in Si Yiming’s house several times.

Although his study was almost filled with Si Yiming’s stuff, but after serious calculations, he went to Mr. Si’s house seriously, and Gu Bai had only been there once.

Probably because subconsciously he didn’t think that Mr. Si would open up his private domain to others, so I felt surprised and wrong.

Gu Bai thought this way, then nodded and agreed to Si Yiming’s proposal.

Gu Bai was nervously thinking about seeing Zhu Niao in his dream, and ate a dinner quickly.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai put down the bowls and chopsticks and brushed his teeth, then took out the bottle of Zhuniao’s spirit, and looked at him expectantly.

“What Zhu Niao distinguished is the memory that she believes can show her heroism best, don’t worry.”

As Si Yiming said, after Gu Bai lay down nervously on the bed, he stretched out his hand to cover Gu Bai’s eyes.

When he raised his hand again, Gu Bai had fallen asleep deeply.

Mr. Si opened the mouth of the bottle and watched the few thin lines with a red halo drifting out slowly. He sat on the edge of the bed with peace of mind and wondered how to clean up the second floor after he went back.

Just kidding, how could there be a vacant place in his lair.

The first floor of Si Yiming’s house is the living room, and the second floor is his treasure house!

Correct!

It was the treasure house where Gu Lang stabbed a hole three hundred years ago.

After three hundred years, Si Yiming continued to add various formations to keep it airtight, and now the treasure house has become full again.

It’s just that now, the treasure in the treasure chest may have to stay in another place.

Because the treasure house will usher in a bigger treasure.

Living, moving, super cute, big baby who can cook.

The big baby Gu Bai walked through the long darkness in his dream, and when he was gradually lost, he heard a loud and clear cry.

The sound was like a bird and a whistling wind.

He followed the sound in a daze, the darkness in front of him gradually faded, and then slowly exposed a mountain and river in front of his eyes.

In the mountains and ridges, countless birds use this as their home, and on the highest peak, there is a blazing flame like a scorching sun.

There flew out a big bird with a glowing glow and golden light all over her body. Her body was graceful, and her wings fluttered straight into the sky for nine days.

Gu Bai felt like he had transformed into the sky, and he could see an infinite distance.

He looked at the sky where the Zhuniao passed by, and the sky was originally clear and cloudy, and several thunderclouds filled with the oppressive force of the sky and the earth were born.

Gu Bai glanced at those thunderclouds, and naturally knew that someone was going to become immortal.

And Zhu Niao went straight to his destination without looking back.

Gu Bai’s gaze followed her closely, watching him fly over the vast land, the scenery underneath changed from mountains to hills, and from hills to plains.

She went all the way north, and when she passed a wide, quiet and desolate lake, with her wings and one flap, two fireballs that looked like the scorching sun went straight into the lake.

With the loud bang of the “bang”, the water turned into steam and transpired everywhere.

At this moment, a huge fish suddenly rose up in the water. Seeing the weathered bird, it screamed and rushed to the sky to fight the Zhuniao.

From the quiet and peaceful scenery film to the tragic action scene in one second, Gu Bai was frightened by the loud noise, and his mind flashed as he watched the two huge birds that were fighting each other and shaking the sky and the earth. What Guo Si Yiming said before he fell asleep.

—— Zhu Niao distinguished the memory that she believed could best show her heroic appearance.

Gu Bai: “…”

The author has something to say: Zhu Niao: My old lady is the most handsome!

Kunpeng: Your fairy board is the most handsome 🙂