MTL - Non-Human Sub-district Office-Chapter 37

Chapter 37

After a long time, the forest has woke up from that long and short memory.

He looked at the room and found that Dioshi had put the photo album back in place, hugged the fruit, and put his head on the top, immersed in the little yellow light.

It seems that there is no intention to use this fruit to fill itself.

Lin did not bother Dad. He didn't know what happened to the peaceful and sweet memories. But compare the energetic and bright beauty of the memory that just remembers and always have some sickness and talk in his memory. Always gentle and peaceful mother, Lin Mu feels that the next thing is probably very bad.

The woods got up and left the room with a light hand.

He took the door, and the emperor, who was kneeling on the black fruit, smacked the fruit in his arms. There was a night wind coming in through the window, like a choked.

The room prepared for my father is probably not available.

Lin Mu did not expect that Dad would be such an image. If he was placed alone in his mother's bedroom, it seemed a bit too big and too lonely.

After all, the size of a bed is enough for a small wooden man to run around in the upper circle.

While thinking about it, Linmu walked downstairs and wondered what should be prepared for Dad.

As a result, when I was on the floor, I saw that the toffee was in the nest, and a white and full of ginseng was pressed under the claws.

The ginseng was lying under his paws and put on death. Even the bunch of red ginseng ginseng was smashed and pulled down, showing pity.

The toffee was there, bowed his head, and played with the ginseng from time to time.

Lin Shu fixed his eyes and found that the ginseng was not the ginseng of the forest.

About to notice that the forest came, the dead ginseng suddenly struggled, and shouted the forest: "forest trees! Toffee is bad! Toffee bullies me!"

The toffee looked up and looked at the forest. The claws on the hands were not loose.

Linmu looked at the small ginseng, and looked at the 奶巧奶糖晏玄景. He lifted his foot and walked over under the gaze of the other party. Then he ruthlessly crossed the struggling little ginseng and turned to the utility room to look for something. .

Let the complaints and the toffee hurt each other.

What do they have to do with the saplings that I am pitiful and always lying on?

Lin Wood thought about it, rummaging through the tools, carrying a lot of tools and graphite pens out, went to the yard and turned on the headlights.

The entire small courtyard is as bright as white.

Lin Mu smashed a few pieces of material from the pile of building materials piled up in the yard, ready to make a small bed for his father.

He is a woodworker, and the person who teaches him is a mother.

The first work they worked on was the swing in the yard. For so many years, except for the mottled paint and the two times the rope was broken, it was still very strong.

From the perspective of ordinary people, my mother was indeed a very powerful person.

It seems that everything will be done - if you don't do it, you can go to school and learn. You will learn and learn.

It’s just that Lin Mu’s childhood wisdom, after seeing her mother’s hard work, took the initiative to go to school, and then all the things in the family were handed over to him by her mother.

Thinking about it this way, my mother never seems to have any abnormal emotions that distinguish him from the minds and strengths of other children.

It seems that all this is taken for granted, even mothers always praise him.

In the impression of Lin Mu, my mother always likes to call him a nickname like "Mom's Little Fortune Star".

Lin Mu didn't feel that he was the mother's lucky star before. If he was a lucky star, why shouldn't the mother fall into the root of the disease because he was born, the body is weak, and finally the oil is exhausted.

After reading that memory, he probably understood some.

Only Lin Mu still can't fully understand the emotions of her mother.

- Ming Ming can not give birth to him.

The woods squinted and painted a trace on the wood, took a deep breath, picked up the saw and divided it along the traces.

Yan Xuanjing walked into the yard with a struggling little ginseng, looked at the hard-working forest, and found that he couldn’t help much with this matter, so he had to lie on the steps, ginseng, silent Accompanied by the busy half demon under the night lights.

For them, non-humans, it is not a problem to not sleep for a few days.

Lin Mu took a small version of the small bed in the mother's room, smeared the paint, and put it in a cool, ventilated place.

He put down the tools in his hand, took off the gloves, went into the room and took a new set of things out, put them on the steps of the door, and sat down beside the toffee.

Yan Xuanjing also thought that the forest would not come out when he entered the house. He found that he sat down beside him and was quite surprised.

Lin Mu took out the needle and noticed the sight of Yu Xuanjing. His head was opposite to his eyes.

"what happened?"

Yan Xuanjing pushed the small ginseng away and watched him sneak into the ground and turned to look at the large bag of hair from the forest.

It was all combed from him before.

The nine-tailed fox thought about it and asked, "Do you still need hair?"

"No need." Lin Mu shook his head, took a few hairs from the bag, combed it, as if he had thought of something, asked, "Do you lose hair like this, when the human form is hair loss?"

Yan Xuanjing replied very simply: "Do not take off."

"Oh, that's great," Lin said.

When human males reach middle age, most of them will show their bright heads.

But it doesn't matter, he is not a human now, it is a half demon.

There should be no more bald sorrow.

Lin Mu raised his hand and touched his hair, and found that the young sapling did not know when it came out again.

"What are you doing? Don't accompany the emperor to the seniors?" asked Xuan Jingjing.

"He is better to be alone. I will give my dad a small quilt first." Lin Mu replied, combing the hairs neatly, folding them up, putting them on the work mat, and starting to take a pin and poke.

He Xuanjing listened to the shredded sound on the side, and he was not interested in this kind of small handwork. He yawned lazily, bathed in the moonlight of the little emperor’s side, and was ready to take a nap. I heard the sound of the forest.

Lin asked: "You said, can my mother still find it back?"

Yan Xuanjing heard the words, opened his eyes and looked at the trees.

"I listened to the **** saying that human beings have already finished the process of trial and reincarnation after they have passed the first seven, because the government is very busy, so the efficiency is very high." After the forest finished, he sighed and asked himself. The answer is, "My mother... I can't come back."

晏玄景 did not speak, the default.

Reincarnation of this kind of thing, even those who have become immortals and demon are unable to get involved.

The efficiency of the prefecture has always been the highest among several circles. Especially with the increasing population, the underside of the government has become more and more ignorant, and it has gone according to absolute rules.

It is like saying that the cause and effect of the house of the Emperor, when the previous population is not large, the Jurassic in charge of the trial will listen to the sensation, disciplining the penalty for the unwitting person as appropriate, and recording it to the initiator.

But now it is no longer free.

If you want to get involved in the reincarnation, it’s just like the big black. When the person just walks and the body is still hot, he will follow the foot of the house, but the **** also pays for it. The penalty in **** is not Anything that can be said casually.

Knife Mountain Fire Oil Pan, it is a real literally expressed scene.

Already in the hell, the ghosts who have invested in the reincarnation can't be fished out, otherwise the world has long been chaotic.

Lin Mu looked at the silent Xuan Jing, licking his lips, knowing that his little expectation in his heart was no drama, and he took a breath and silenced.

Those who go can't chase.

Look at him, look at him, sit up and become a human figure, pick up his sleeves, and take a few groups of his own hair, saying: "Teach me?"

The forest looked up and looked at Xuanjing.

Under the light of the night, Xuanjing seems to be a little better.

The forest snorted and pulled out new fur, and began to teach the Xuanjing tie felt.

Although the fox is a brain circuit that passes from the head to the foot, it seems that he does not know what is a turn, but he is undoubtedly very smart.

Yan Xuanjing quickly started this simple manual work. Two people sat face to face across a small table, knowing that Sosuo was wearing felt.

The forest was silent for a while, the needle in his hand paused for two seconds and asked: "Do you know why my father came to the Central Plains?"

This matter was told by Xuan Jing, and he replied briefly: "He wants to come out and see it. The Central Plains resurgence is weak, the human being is weak, and it is about 30 years to go back. He will not go back to friends to come out. So my father did not stop him."

Lin Muzhen: "But the monster does not seem to like to be close to humans, why is my father he..."

"Because the emperor's predecessors have not left the valley for thousands of years." Xuan Xuan said.

And the big monsters who have been companions with Emperor Hugh have no temper when they are around him, because the power of Emperor Hugh is exceptionally peaceful.

Even Zihui will converge a lot, not to mention the little monsters that the Emperor came to after the Central Plains could not withstand the power of Emperor Xiu Mu.

The mother of Lin Mu should be the stone that suddenly fell into the lake that is as calm as the water, breaking the calm and stirring the first circle.

The sudden sudden break of the feeling of fan cage suddenly opened up, enough for a monster who has lived for thousands of years to be willing to pay something.

It was only that Emperor Xiu was raised with an unusually simple mind, and he directly delivered his own heart.

Fortunately, he did not deliver the wrong person.

It’s a pity that the ending is not so beautiful.

Lin Mu’s life is still very short. He can’t understand this kind of emotion. He only knows that in the record in the data room, after the reason why they blocked the news of the valley and Di Xiu, the last doubt in the heart is also solved. It is.

He let go of his heart.

I am happy that my father has such a friend.

Lin Mu thought that Xuan Jing said that he had no money, and turned around and took out the card from the box.

That was the card that Emperor House gave him. When the Emperor’s house scared him, he said that he would climb over to find him in the middle of the night. He didn’t go to the heart at the time.

- He is not afraid of being scared, let alone pilgrimage.

So the forest is up to now, the money in the card has not moved.

However, before returning to the Emperor's house, there were so many elixir, and Lin Mu felt that the money of the Emperor's house should be spent on the son of Zigui.

After all, from the point of view of the Xuanjing into the size of the toffee in his home, the poor nine-tailed fox has no place to live.

Lin Mu handed the card to Yu Xuanjing: "This is the card of the Imperial House. I don't need a password. I don't know how much it is. If you want to buy anything, just brush it."

As for Lin himself, he has money.

Yan Xuanjing did not quit, simply closed the card.

They are such a big monster with the right to status. There is really no concept about money. It is even more unconcerned about the kind of decisiveness.

Yan Xuanjing squinted and looked at the felt that had been smashed by himself. He looked at the woods and the workmanship was smooth and beautiful. He had already laid the second layer of felt, thought about it and put down his hand. The needle, squatting out of the card.

Linmu watched him walk out of the courtyard, half a squat, take back his sight and bow down to continue to poke the felt.

In the upstairs room, holding the fruit and jumping off the desk, the emperor who was going to find his son looked up at the round doorknob and looked at his two smooth wooden arms without the palm of his hand. .

The author has something to say: Wow, I actually kept the full work.

I went to bed.

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