Manual of the Monster in City

17 Sky Stealer

    Inside the stealing heaven pavilion.

    "Hahaha!" Bai Ling lay halfway on the imperial concubine bed in Lihuamu, with his hands on his cheeks, but after hearing Jia Qingming's embarrassment today, he laughed without an image.

    "So you knew this would be the case!" Indignant tic-tac-toe appeared on Jia Qingming's forehead.

    "Speaking of which, Mr. Yuan Baiyang also has a very rare physique-the so-called masculine physique, in which demons are difficult to approach, ghosts and monsters avoid, naturally, he can't see supernatural things at all. If it weren't for The fate with Mr. Qingming, maybe he will never come into contact with these things from the other shore."

    "Who wants to have fate with someone like him!" Qingming murmured.

    "Even if I don't want to, but if the future I see is correct, Mr. Qingming's fate with him will be deeper." She raised a pair of beautiful eyes and curled her eyelashes.

    "Such a thing... I definitely don't want it!"

    "I think Mr. Seimei is still obedient. It's better not to resist destiny. Anyway, he won't change. If you relax your mentality, you may feel better. Moreover, you feel that he hates it only because of your own. The attributes are the opposite, so there is a repulsion similar to disgust. But," she lifted her sleeves to cover her mouth, "Once you get acquainted, you will form a deep relationship. The principle of repulsion of the same s*x and attraction of the opposite s*x, Mr. Seimei You should understand."

    "No..." Jia Qingming wailed desperately.

    "Furthermore, Yuan Boyang did help Mr. Qingming this time. You should be thankful for both emotions and reason. He saved you on the first night, and when he was expelled, he brought you back in time. After the world, and later, I rescued you from God's hand. He is a man who shook the gods for you."

    "Hey, I have said not to use such misleading rhetoric!" Jia Qingming turned away and looked to the side, "Besides, I will thank him. I am not the kind of ungrateful person..."

    "But, thank you for this kind of thing, you must do something to convey it in person, not just a dry thank you. Mr. Qing Ming. This kind of thing can be regarded as the responsibility of both parties in daily communication. ...What about the price."

    "I know."

    "How did you do what I told you?"

    "It's done, it can be dried and taken away tomorrow."

    What Miss Bai Ling said was what she confessed to him at the end of the day when the ghosts and ancient gods were cast out.

    We must help the ancient god who has changed his mind and become a god again and reshape the clay body for boarding.

    So Jia Qingming accepted the legendary task of running errands and took the piece of clay that contained spiritual energy to the address that Bai Ling wrote to him.

    Master Zhang, who lives there, is an ancestral craftsman who has made pottery and clay puppets for generations. The most prominent time of his ancestors was to create statues for the gods on the mountain, and every year before the sacrifices were repaired, but now it can only be scattered. Spend some other livelihood subsidies for household use.

    Jia Qingming went there and explained what he wanted to entrust, and negotiated the deposit. The uncle dangled a cigarette in his mouth, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a hearty laugh:

    "You are really looking for the right person to find me! Alas, someone finally knows the goods. Young people nowadays don't like this kind of decoration and design. What's wrong with clay, you can make it very beautiful! Just wait and see Come pick up the goods in ten days! My old Zhang family's ancestral craftsmanship will satisfy you! Hahahaha!"

    It stands to reason that such words are suitable for patting the chest, but the uncle just patted Jia Qingming's back heartily.

    When returning, Jia Qingming found that his shoulders and backs were all red and swollen.

    Of course, he did not forget that the gods in the clay had repeatedly confessed that the new image must be shaped more cordially and kindly. He also said that he planned to open his own shop and use the new clay statue as the restaurant's signature to attract guests.

    "How do you feel?" Bai Ling asked suddenly, returning his thoughts to reality.

    Jia Qingming couldn't react to what she was asking.

    "It doesn't feel so bad to deal with the affairs of demons and ghosts? To fulfill their long-cherished wish and let them return to the position they should return to. This is the responsibility of God giving you the Heavenly Eye and giving you the status of'manager'."

    "Well, I hope that Mr. Qi will be able to meet Miss Jiang again in his lifetime."

    Jia Qingming looked out the window.

    The ignorant little black cat in the courtyard was resting on the belly of the big white dog, taking a quiet nap.

    "Then Mr. Seimei will go back to rest earlier today."

    "Huh? Don't you need it?"

    "Take a good rest. Everything is over."

    Jia Qingming burst into gratitude, and began to talk about the utterly bad words that came up from the bottom of her heart: "Miss Bai Ling, you finally found out with your conscience!"

    "Anyway, I didn't plan to give you today's salary."

    It's the face of a profiteer!

    "By the way, Mr. Qingming, do you remember that the person who gave you the bracelet was the one who helped you seal the Sky Eye nine years ago?"

    Seimei paused, thought for a while and shook his head, and replied, "I don't remember."

    "Really... Then, it's nothing. Uh, there's one more thing, Mr. Qingming, have you ever thought about why you transferred to Shenting County?"

    Qingming froze in place, suddenly not knowing how to answer.

    "Everything is destiny."

    ————

    late at night.

    Bai Ling pushed open the ancient window with window papers in Stole Tiange. Outside the pavilion, there was a silent night everywhere, smeared with rustling insects.

    She was wearing pajamas, with a pair of slippers on her feet, with a lazy temperament.

    "That guy Qingming... is really naive, but that's okay. I don't plan to tell him." Bai Ling murmured, his eyes full of sadness, like a moon wheel half immersed in the lake water.

    "Perhaps a beautiful lie is more suitable for him-a person who has been robbed by the sky, the soul is scattered, how can there be an afterlife? The person who violates the law of heaven, this is destiny..."

    Xiao Hei gently knocked on the door to enter, dressed in black, standing behind her like an unsmiling butler, serving her nourishing medicinal soup.

    "Miss Bai Ling, please stop doing that kind of adventurous things in the future." Xiao Hei said.

    She still remembered that after everything was over that day, Bai Ling returned to the Stealing Pavilion under the umbrella. The moment she returned to the pavilion, the oiled paper umbrella in her hand, which could be called a magic weapon, instantly shattered into small pieces. Bai Ling was also weak for many days.

    Before breaking apart, she noticed that between the fragments, the silk thread condensed by spiritual power was barely pieced together.

    I was afraid that it had already collapsed at the time of the thunder tribulation, and it was all relying on Bai Ling to use his spiritual power to fill the gap and save them from bad luck.

    "I've lived for so long, so I should go crazy at the right time, otherwise it will be suffocated." Bai Ling lowered his head, drank the soup in the bowl, and returned it to Xiao Hei's hands.

    She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and pulled out a neatly folded square towel from the jewelry box on the dressing table.

    The square scarf was unfolded, and inside was the price given by Qingming, but now the jade bracelet was already broken.

    She stroked the jade fragments with her white fingers, murmured in her mouth:

    "Besides, the world is so big, I didn't expect there to be other..."

    Her face was solemn, and her eyes seemed to hide a burning flame——

"Sky stealer."