I Became an Anonymous Boss

"I really am." Bai Taki's tone was a little helpless, you are really my ancestor, and you would not agree to call you grandma: "Why don't we confess our relationship with blood."

"Blood recognition is only limited to immediate family members, and it may not be accurate." Bai Susu said lightly, "I don't believe you anymore. It's useless to say anything. You don't even use dragon energy."

"Indeed." Shirataki had no way to refute, "That's indeed suspicious..."

The demon snapped his fingers, and his gaze returned to calm: "It doesn't matter if it's right or not. You are the only one left in the Bai family now. You can talk about these things slowly. Before that, please hand over the people over there."

Bai Susu said decisively: "I refuse!"

"I'll bear with you first." Bai Taki rubbed his eyebrows: "Although I don't know what the relationship between you is, I don't think the Qiantang Bai family will be reduced to this point, so I'm willing to argue with you... So there are some things that he should explain."

"Confession?" Bai Susu frowned: "You can't reveal your own identity, you are sneaky, and your origin is unknown, how can I trust you?"

"Just treat it as being cheated, can't you just trust me once? Anyway, you don't need money, just trust me a little bit."

"Of course not!" Bai Susu said seriously, "Uncle Hua is just an ordinary painter."

"You don't have to believe me, but you can ask him." Bai Taki raised his finger: "Ask him, as an ordinary painter, how he survived in Lin'an City all these years."

"How did you survive?" Bai Susu was puzzled, and his tone was a little low: "What do you mean?"

"Are demons everywhere in Lin'an City?"

"Yes."

"Ordinary people don't know anything, right?"

"Correct."

"But he knows, since he knows, why didn't he leave? He still stays here?" Bai Taki took off a portrait painting: "It's not necessarily a monster who knows how to appreciate art, so let him go?"

Bai Susu was silent, she shook her head: "Maybe it's just luck, and there is nowhere to go."

When she spoke, she didn't look back, as if she realized something, but didn't want to admit the possibility.

"If his luck is really that good." Shirataki said, "he wouldn't have met me."

Bai Susu gritted her teeth, she was about to turn around.

A hoarse scolding sound was heard.

The painter is leaning on the wooden cabinet, leaning against the table, holding a pen in his hand.

The vermilion pen, the tip of the nose is dark red, like a paintbrush that outlines vermilion lips, exuding ominousness, it is clearly a rare pen demon.

"Don't move..." The painter held the pen monster: "Don't move!"

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Red blood ink dripped from the tip of the pen demon.

Blood red dripped on the ground, and bursts of red smoke rose.

The smoke was cloudy, emitting bursts of ominous evil spirits, and there was a burst of sweet and greasy ink fragrance in the air.

"Don't move."

"Uncle Hua, what the hell are you..." Bai Susu wanted to turn her head, but she felt a force restraining her feet and her body stiffened.

"I said don't move!"

The painter gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your safety..."

He tried his best to hold the pen demon in his hand, his arms were trembling, and it seemed that he was struggling to control it.

He cut the palm of his hand, and the blood dripping from the palm became blood ink on the pen demon.

The loss of blood means the loss of life.

Shirataki took a look, it was very easy to break free, but he still cooperated and pretended that he couldn't move.

He warned: "This thing is not so easy to control."

"In order to protect myself, I can only do this." The painter said in a low voice: "If you leave here and promise to leave Lin'an City, I can forget the past and pretend that you have never been here."

"It's so merciful." Shirataki mocked.

"Are you really doing things for the demon?" Bai Susu couldn't believe it: "So you just drove me away all this time?"

"I... have no choice."

"You have, you can leave!" Bai Susu said loudly.

"I have parents, a wife, and a child. Will the monster let me go? I can only see them once a month now." The painter pressed his face, his eyes struggling between his fingers: "I can't go, seven years I couldn’t go before, and I can’t go now!”

"Father warned you to leave Lin'an City early!" Bai Susu didn't understand: "Why didn't you listen?

"I'm just a down-and-out painter who makes a living by selling paintings. This bookstore was passed down from my ancestors." The painter shook his head mockingly: "What can I do? I left Lin'an with my family and lost my ancestral house. , Do you want to make a living elsewhere? It’s too difficult. I’ve lost all my family businesses for generations. How can I guarantee the livelihood of my family? I can’t survive in other places, and I can’t even do farming.”

"So you stayed? This is your reason!" Bai Susu suddenly understood: "No wonder you use such a good teapot and drink such good tea... The gifts are all given by others... No, those aren't people."

"I can only accept it. Dare I refuse?" The painter lowered his head, not daring to look at Bai Susu: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and I also have my own difficulties. At this point, I have no choice. , can only continue to make mistakes.”

"Sorry?" The corners of Bai Susu's eyes turned red: "What a grievance."

"It's hard to get back... Besides, you think that if I don't paint the skin, no one will be able to paint?"

"It's just an excuse! It's just your self-comfort!"

"So what if it's an excuse!" The painter suddenly raised his eyes: "I only have this way to go!"

Bai Susu closed her eyes sadly, her chest fluctuated.

The painter's voice lowered again: "I don't expect you to say anything to forgive me, I just hope you can promise me to leave Lin'an City...don't come back again."

Bai Susu gritted her teeth: "What if I say no?"

The painter shook his head: "You have no choice, either leave or..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the meaning behind the words was already very clear.

He has already chosen his position, and it is best to keep it hidden, but if he can't hide it, he can only choose to expose it.

Bai Susu trembled all over, her anger caused her body to roar with silver dragon energy, and the blood-ink thread wrapped around her body was pulled and broken.

"Do you think this will make me retreat?"

"You think I'm afraid of death?"

"Do you think... I'm still the ignorant child seven years ago?!"

She broke free from the shackles of the pen demon, and her rage turned into a dragon chant that shook the atmosphere.

Bai Susu's black hair danced wildly.

"I'm not going!"

"Until I kill the monsters in Lin'an, I won't leave until I take back my Bai clan's dragon veins, and I avenge my parents' blood!"

"You have to bow your head, you have to be a coward, it's your own choice, don't look down on everyone, don't treat us like you!"

The dragon energy coefficient of the fifth level of fish and dragon exploded, and it was like a twelfth-level gust of wind blowing in the bookstore. The flying rice paper and sharp objects scratched the skin.

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then turned to cruelty.

He threw out the pen demon in his hand, a red light was released from the tip of the pen, and with a stroke in the air, the red ink marks formed and turned into a red horse.

Bai Susu raised her arms, relying on the dragon power of the five realms to support the red horse.

Although the demon power is fierce, her seven years of painstaking practice are not in vain. With outstanding talent, Bai Susu has never slacked off for a single day.

A red mark appeared on her arm, and she tore off the ink mark with her bare hands, destroying the edge of the pen demon.

Bai Susu looked at the painter ten steps away, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

She thought it would be a reunion after a long absence, but she didn't expect time to be so merciless. Seven years later, the former uncle and niece have become strangers.

The painter was stung by this look.

"You forced me!"

"If you don't take a way to survive, you won't give me a way to survive!"

"What can I do! What else can I do!"

As everyone knows, the more this is the case, the more hysterical, incompetent and furious he appears.

Shirataki narrowed his eyes, feeling increasingly unhappy. The people who eat melons need to maintain a neutral position and be a fun person.

But when he thought that this girl was his grandma, it was difficult for him to remain neutral.

... This painter is really the best in the world. Until now, he is still blaming his grandma for bringing him danger and trouble, but he doesn't want to think that all the results today are also chosen by himself, and he has to blame himself.

...or else, he would have been trampled to death with one punch.

...But will this mess with the course of history, hey, a little irritated.

Bai Susu was also enraged by these words.

She clenched her right fist, clenched again, clenched again.

Swinging his fist like a dragon's roar, the dragon's air blasted upwards, as if swimming a dragon out to sea, the burst of strength instantly tore apart the few horses that fell from the pen demon.

Bai Susu clasped the pen demon with five fingers, and stared at the painter closely: "Do you think... this thing can deal with me!"

The painter said angrily with disheveled hair, "Why do you have to force me? Why do you want to come back after seven years!"

Dragon energy and demon power erupted alternately, forming a riotous energy flow of red and silver.

The demon power contained in the pen demon is extraordinary, and the dragon energy cannot be suppressed for a while.

But the demon power stored in the pen demon has a limit, and its carrying capacity is also limited.

Bai Susu's dragon energy is still increasing, the pen demon is like metal that is constantly accumulating metal fatigue, when the dragon energy overload reaches a certain limit, it will eventually break with a click.

A storm of blood ink turned into demon power swept around.

There was a burst of sweetness in the air, and Shirataki stamped his feet to disperse the blood mist.

After the pen demon broke off, the painter also lost his strength, and he collapsed to the ground.

Bai Susu dropped the pen demon: "A mortal, using this kind of thing, how can there be no price... You paint the skin for a demon, and every time you use it, your body will be eroded by the demon power. You won't live long."

"But it's better than being eaten by demons." The painter panted, and said hoarsely: "You are as stubborn as your father... I have persuaded him a long time ago, just run away as soon as possible, why don't you run away... Now that you are gone, If you go far away, why come back.”

"We belong to the Bai clan." Bai Susu said: "It is our clan's admonition to guard the dragon veins and the demon tower."