MTL - Non-Human Sub-district Office-Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Lin Mu’s gentle look on his father’s face always felt that the facts should not be the case.

He pinched the face of the toffee and whispered, "Really?"

"..."

It’s not true to use your feet.

Who would like to be beaten--although it’s a bit weird, but the funeral is not really fun.

I can't see the appearance of the gentle and gentle body and body, and the heart is quite black.

Yu Xuanjing was silent for a while, thinking about it, or nodded with a conscience.

Death is not dead, Xuan Jing.

How about returning to his sacred scene?

Lin Mu would nod his head in doubt, and after greeting his father, he looked up at the squeaking ball and turned to the glass room with his toffee and sorted out the goods to be delivered tomorrow.

While observing the use of the demon power to hold the flower pot and trying to observe the study, several small monsters in the house have come together with a few empty bowls and watched the trees.

A glimpse of the forest, looked at the new soil in the empty basin: "What is it?"

"I...we want that too!" The little shyness was like a mosquito, and in a word, the face was flushed, holding the corner of the clothes, and looking down at the forest with his head down.

These little monsters, except for the forest ginseng, almost never took the initiative to ask the forest.

Even the exchanges are very timid, let alone try to get what you want.

When there is something in peacetime, almost all of them are represented by the villain.

When I sometimes think about the little monsters who are always hiding in the glass flower house, there is always a illusion that they are very fierce.

Otherwise, how can these little monsters hide from him?

Accurately, it seems that he is not alone, and the toffee and the emperor are also hiding.

But Qin Chuan played well with these little monsters.

Maybe it is because he is not naive.

Lin Mu thought, looking at the flower pots in the hands of a few little monsters, squatting down. He came and licked the head of the little shy grass.

"Is it a baby?" Lin said.

The little mimosa licked and didn't understand what the baby was.

"It's the little ball."

"Oh..." The little mimosa sighed and nodded a little, "Yes."

Lin Mu put down the pot in the hand of the small mimosa, took his little hand into the house, and gave him all the water babies of various colors since these days.

Lin Mu said: "Put them into the water. It usually takes about half an hour. If you soak for a long time, they will deform the baby."

The little mimosa stunned for a while: "Little... little baby?"

Lin nodded: "Yeah."

The small mimosa was amazed and cautiously holding the bags of small particles and turned to the floor.

Lin Mu looked at the back of his running, squatted for a while, then revealed a small smile.

The baby who has been in the water for a long time will give birth to a baby, or the mother gave it to him.

His reaction was almost exactly the same as that of the little mimosa.

Lin Mu stood up and glanced at the photo on the bedside table. After thinking about it, he opened the photo frame, took out the photo of himself and his mother, clipped it into the photo album, and took out a list of his childhood. Take a photo of the person and pull out the scissors from the drawer.

He cut himself down, took out all the albums, rummaged for a while, picked up a photo of his father and mother, and glued himself in.

Linmu doesn't like to take pictures. Every time his mother wants to take pictures of him, he promises to be so stubborn that he is a reluctant expression in almost every photo.

The dad behind me was watching her mother gently and focused, and her mother smiled brightly and brightly at the camera.

Linmu carefully glued himself up, and then looked at himself after sticking it. He looked at the left and right and looked at it. He felt that his face was unhappy and quite dissonant.

The living image is a third person who is hard to get into the middle of Dad and Mom.

That's it.

This third person is like a big vinegar tank that is not happy with vinegar in this picture.

Linmu whispered a few words, dried the glue, buckled the photo into the photo frame, and gently closed the photo frame.

"I can't return it anyway, just accept me as a third party." Lin Mu put the photo frame on the bedside, and enjoyed it for a while, and sat down with satisfaction.

There was a branch of Emperor Hugh floating down on the window sill. The emperor, who was standing next to the swing and talking to Qin Chuan, whispered a little, and lowered his eyes to reveal a light and gentle smile.

His eyes were like a faint water, like a smashed diamond in the sun.

The wind swept through the yard, rubbed through the treetops, and a slight sigh could be heard in the rustling sound.

Qin Chu looked up at Emperor Xiu and shook the swing and said: "Laughter so good to see if you have an idea for me."

The emperor heard the words, and glanced at him with a flickering look.

Qin Chuan heard a few weak cat calls, glanced at the branches that wobbled and wrapped in a ball, and raised his hand to pinch his mouth.

In the autumn of September, the autumn tiger came to the fore.

The human side has been honed for nearly two months, and finally chose to accept the proposal of Zigui, and they released the announcement video.

The trees were picked and picked, and some of the home's pretty pots were sent to some old customers.

Finally hesitated, and discussed with Dad, also sent two pots to give two cockroaches, it is a little bit of human relations.

There are still some varieties that are not ordinary and can't sell a few dollars. The forest has simply moved a few pots into the office.

After soliciting the opinions of Wu Guihe and Dahei, he added a floral frame to the office. A few windows of the window sill were put on a few pots of hanging green plants. After a month, all the pots exploded. It has become a vibrant tassel.

"I brought a few pots of autumn chrysanthemums today!"

Lin Shu said as he opened the door of the office. He just put a few pots of autumn chrysanthemums in the gauze bag and prepared to move to the floral frame on the side of the window sill. He heard the knock on the door.

Recently, Wu Gui’s mood is quite good, because his son’s injury for so many years has finally shown signs of recovery. The whole person is holding some tones that the trees can’t understand, and the red light is full of no metaphysical judgment. People are visible to the naked eye and there are happy events.

Wu went back to open the door and saw the little girl standing outside the door and paused.

The little girl looked very nervous. She took the pen and said with a bit of trepidation. She carefully looked at Wu Gui’s eyes and quickly retracted her eyes. She said, “I am, I am... I am doing routine research.”

"Research?" After the **** finished, the probe glanced at the little girl who was scared by his sudden noise. He said, "How did you send such a timid one this year?"

Wu returned to check the little girl's work permit, thinking that she was so timid, let the forest go.

"forest!"

The tree that just put the flower pot on the flower frame turned back: "What happened?"

Wu Guichong recruited him: "You come over and accompany this little girl to do a research."

“Investigation?” Lin Mu stunned. “What research?”

“Only once a year, the investigation of more than a dozen hills in the vicinity is mainly to implement the monsters that have not entered the human society and hide in the mountains. They have not recorded the households and let them enter the household. They have not found the households. Do the missing population and count how many."

Lin nodded and understood.

This is actually to count how many monsters need to be sold out.

After all, the households have to be managed, but when the monsters die, many of them are too unprepared, and they are basically eaten. Naturally, it is impossible to do anything to deal with them.

Lin Shu washed his hands, took the information that he had handed over to him, turned his head out of the office, and greeted the little girl who sent the people to monitor the statistics.

"Hello, my name is Lin, it is a half demon."

"Hey?" The little girl snorted and nodded. She shook hands with Lin Mu. She was still very nervous. "Hello, hello, my surname is Chen."

Lin Mu smiled at her and turned to stop the car.

It took more than 40 minutes to drive from the office to the mountain. Lin Mu looked at the girl carrying a big bag and knew that this statistical work was as difficult and tiring as the wild.

“How come you enter the mountain at this time?” the taxi driver asked strangely. “There have been fogs in the mountains for the past two days, which is not safe.”

A glimpse of the forest, touched the map of the street office, and took a look, found that the mark representing Nie Shen stayed in a city.

He collected the map in his hand and said, "It’s because it’s foggy."

When the driver licked a few young people and so on, he was stopped by the forest and stopped.

Lin Mu got off and bought a watermelon.

As the driver said, they just got off the bus and looked up at the fog.

At the beginning, they were laid down by the big black, and the array of the dozens of hills was not withdrawn. Because there are many monsters in the mountains, they have not planned to go back after hearing that the Great Wilderness has been safe. They are ready to settle directly in the Central Plains.

The number of monsters is seriously exceeding the standard. Since the array method is laid down, it will not be recovered.

Now they have to make regular entry and exit, and everyone who wants to be guarded will register and enter from the entrance of the formation.

The things in the handle of the forest were put into the small yarn bag, leading the way in front, the little girl followed him, and pulled out a bunch of messy instruments from the backpack. As soon as the instrument was opened, the instrument issued a sharp alarm to Ulaula.

The forest was shocked and turned to look at her and pointed to the instruments: "What happened?"

The little girl turned off the instrument in a panic and wanted to cry without tears: "It is an alarm of danger level - this fog is problematic."

"Yeah." Lin Mu nodded and asked her, "Have you been out of the field for the first time?"

The little girl looked scared and nodded: "...right."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Mu so comforted, turned to look at the fog, through a sparse woods, saw a very simple forest hut.

They both went in to register.

The defending humans said: "The fog in the mountains suddenly appeared in the first two days. At present, there is nothing unusual, and there are no monsters in the mountains running out for help, but it is still unknown. You should be careful."

Lin nodded and turned to look at the nervous girl, proposing: "Will... I go alone?"

The little girl groaned and hesitated for two seconds, or shook her head.

Lin Mu turned his head and poured a cup of warm water to her: "Then you calm down first... You are so afraid of bad now, some little monsters like to scare you such timid people."

The little girl took the glass of water and squatted for a while, it seemed to be a lot calmer.

She finished the water and picked up the bag again.

They walked for a while in the mountains. Several little monsters who knew the forest saw him far away, and they ran over with joy.

Linmu took out the documents that needed statistics and asked them what happened recently in the mountains.

When the question was over, I sent a candy to the group of monsters.

The little girl was smacked by his string of operations, and he whispered to him next to him: "Is the monster like this?"

When the forest crossed out the name and wrote a note, he asked: "What do you think is it?"

"Predecessors who used to come out of the field said that the monsters here are very proud and very unfriendly to humans, but I think it is okay..."

“Yeah.” Lin Mu nodded. “It’s true that it’s true.”

It’s just that he is not the same. Many of the little monsters here have received his kindness through the little ginseng. During the time when they were just taking the elixir, the little ginseng went into the mountains with the elixir and helped him. Those little friends and old tree friends.

I have never received a favor, and I almost met him because of Xuan Jing.

"Because humans are not very good at monsters," Lin said.

The little girl followed the forest and took out the file she wanted to register. While checking the hook, she curiously asked: "You just said that you are a half demon."

Lin nodded: "Yes."

"I heard the seniors say that the half demon will be tolerated by both humans and monsters."

"This is... look at luck." Lin Mu said, "I am lucky, but I know a bad luck."

"Have you seen this fog?" Lin asked.

The little girl nodded.

"This fog is the unlucky one." Lin Mu’s voice just fell, and he shouted, "Nie Shen!"

The fog in the forest suddenly surged, and after a few seconds, they gave them a way.

Some of the dead branches and gravel on this road were cleaned up, not to mention the fallen thorns and the plants with fine thorns.

Lin Mu looked at this road and was a little surprised.

Nie Shen has never returned since he ran the last time. There have been a lot of things done during this time. Not only did he do something to stop the dispute, but occasionally he can capture his traces in some natural disasters.

Perhaps the discovery of the merits of merit, after the organization created for him, he also consciously left his traces to prove that these things are what he did.

Lin Mu actually has no real feelings about these things, and he has never considered what changes he will have when he sees Nie Shen again.

Because the original return to the saying, Nie Shen this half demon is like a head squat, a rib will not turn, if the power of merit can not let him recall what two, then this half demon eight achievements are abolished.

But now the situation does not seem to be the case.

Lin Mu took a step forward, and the little girl followed him, watching the magical picture almost in amazement.

Lin Mu went to the road left by him in the fog, and found Nie Shen on the edge of a cliff.

Nie Shen sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the gentle **** that was covered by the mist.

I noticed that the forest came, and he turned his head. He first glanced at the trees and then gently rubbed the humans behind the trees.

The eyes were empty and cold, and I wanted to see an ant that was not worth mentioning.

The little girl took a few steps back and didn't dare to go any further. She only found a place that seemed safe and sat down, separated from Nie Shen.

Lin did not say anything, but he felt that Nie Shen had become a lot better.

- This is good, about the fact that he feels a little discomfort on him and dissipates a lot.

He still seems to be somewhat out of tune with the world.

But compared to the overcast, people can't help but avoid it. Now this alienation is much better.

The forest walked a few steps to the deep side of Nie, took out the watermelon bought in the halfway from the gauze bag, opened the melon with bare hands, took two spoons, and divided the melon into half.

The forest dug a spoonful and watched Nie Shen learn how to look at him and dug a spoonful. While eating melon, he asked: "Looks like you have a harvest?"

Nie Shen had a meal and nodded. His eyes were removed from the top of the watermelon and he looked at the forest surrounded by fog.

The white mist is continuous, and it is gently swayed by the wind. The green of the mountain forest reveals through these shallow mists, and you can see the traces of some of the water.

"I remembered something."

He looked at the picture under the cliff and his eyes were stunned.

"Think of something that shouldn't have been forgotten."

He finally remembered that when he tried to recall something occasionally, it was the gentle and gorgeous color that was immersed in layers of blood.

He remembered that the day of the dream is the same color as the water.

When I think of the phoenix sweeping across the sky, the burning tail feathers will accidentally wipe the misty mist into the water, turning it into a fire at the bottom of the water, quiet and magnificent.

I remembered that he was walking around behind his mother, and when the naughty vines fell, they fell into a soft white mist.

Then someone patted his head gently, singing softly and singing.

tell him.

No pain or pain.

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