Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Shangwu galloped all the way, until he got rid of the chasing soldiers behind him, he found a direction and returned to Lingshan City.

A cadre had already waited there early, including those who had failed to evacuate Nanwei Gaocheng in time in order to guard Xingshu.

Xing Shu finally understood that the reason Shangwu took him to do such a big thing in Nanwei Gaocheng was to attract the monk's attention to himself and allow his subordinates to escape.

This operation simply subverted Xing Shu's cognition, but seeing the trustful eyes of Shangwu's subordinates, Xing Shu understood that it was definitely not the first time that Shangwu had done this kind of thing.

"They won't come to harass them in the near future. Everyone takes advantage of these hours to take a good rest and have enough energy so that they can play around with those craps." Shangwu waved his hand.

"Yes! Your honor!"

Bai Mo, wearing white clothes, stood up and glanced at Xing Shu with complicated eyes: "Your honor, Pang Junxie came this morning, let us quickly hand over Xing Shu, otherwise..."

Shangwu's eyes narrowed slightly: "What? If I don't hand it over, will he tear up the treaty first?"

Bai Mo: "No, he said he would come to grab it at any time."

Xing Shu: "..." There is always a bad premonition.

Shangwu sneered: "Okay, from now on, the little beauty will live in the same house with this seat. If he has the ability, he will come into this house."

Xing Shu: "..." Why do I think the meaning in this sentence is weird?

Shanggo: "...close your face!"

Xingshu: "..."

In this way, Xingshu was forced to sleep in the same room with Shangwu.

Not surprisingly, there was a huge ice bed in Shangwu’s room, but it was square this time, and it seemed to have more chills than before. I don’t know where Shangwu came from. customized.

Xingshu glanced around in this simple structured room, always feeling that even if it were not caves and underground caves, as long as Shangwu lived, he couldn't get rid of a dark, gloomy and humid atmosphere.

After Xingshu watched a circle, his eyes returned to Shangwu. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Shangwu's tall figure slamming down in his direction.

Xing Shu quickly reached out to catch it, and found that Shangwu was covering his forehead with one hand and frowning, looking very uncomfortable.

"Why? Still uncomfortable? I don't play the piano anymore." Xing Shu touched his forehead behind him, but it was cold...

Xing Shu: "..." I almost forgot, snakes are cold-blooded animals.

Shangwu didn't speak, but moved a bit in the direction of the ice bed, Xing Shu knowingly helped him walk to the ice bed and lie down.

After absorbing the breath on the ice bed for a while, Shanggo seemed to relax a little, covering his forehead with one hand, and opening one eye: "...It's not a problem with the sound of the piano."

Xing Shu sat next to him and looked down at him.

Shangwu said: "You are... Lingyinqin?"

Xing Shu was a little surprised: "Do you know?" After that, Xing Shu summoned the Lingyin Qin and placed it on his fish tail.

Shangwu raised his hand slightly, and moved his fingertips on the silver strings.

"Zheng——"

Xingshu:!

To be honest, although Xing Shu has not tried to play the Lingyin Qin for others, after he resonated with the Lingyin Qin, he has automatically raised a kind of "Only I can play a sound on this piano." Thoughts.

Spirit tools have always recognized the master, so Xing Shu never doubted it.

But now, Shangwu can actually pluck a sound on the piano!

Shangwu seemed to have slowed down, hooking Xingshu's neck with one hand, changing from a lying position to a posture lying prone on Xingshu's back.

"Little beauty, take a good look. The mark on this piano is, yes, the golden one." Shangwu pinched Xingshu's chin and asked him to look at the face of Lingyinqin, "Look, that What does the imprint look like?"

Every time Xing Shu played the piano, he could see that golden mark. For so many years, he had been looking for similar family crests. Unfortunately, judging from the classics he has searched so far, no similar family crests have been found. .

Gradually, I didn't pay much attention to it, just as it was a pattern.

Now that Shangwu mentioned it again, Xing Shu couldn't help expressing his doubts over the years: "Yes, I have always wanted to know why there are a bunch of golden insects printed on the Lingyin Qin."

Shanggo: "..."

Shanggo: "Look carefully again." There was a faint threat in his tone.

Xing Shu: "I have been watching for so many years, and I have been watching very carefully. This is a pile of caterpillars tangled together. You can count the heads of these insects..."

"Boom!" Shangwu hit the piano with a punch!

Xing Shu: "! What are you doing smashing my piano!"

Shangwu sneered: "I just saw you hit the piano so happy, I just wanted to see how strong this piano is."

Xing Shu silently took the Qin back: "You have a sudden headache. Is it because of the Fang Qin or because I play the piano?" You can be honest, I can bear it.

"I just saw something suddenly, old problems, and it happened several times before. It seems that as long as I see some specific things, some pictures that I have never experienced before will appear in my mind. "Shangwu didn't know what was going on, so he would be willing to tell Xingshu about these things.

Perhaps it was because of the master-servant contract signed with the person in front of him, the lives of the two were related, and Shanggo believed that the other party would not dare to betray him.

Xing Shu was also a little curious: "What did you see?"

Now that I have said it all, Shangwu doesn't mind to continue speaking.

He leaned on Xing Shu's back, his eyes gradually emptied, allowing himself to enter the scenes that he saw in bits and pieces.

"I saw... a world completely different from the Mohuang Continent..." Shang Wu said, "The fresh air, the dazzling light, the warm and humid atmosphere, the grass and trees there are very tall, and the trees are also unusually tall, no matter what No matter how you look up, you can't see the top, it's full of various colors, and there is also a hidden crisis."

"Because, in that place, even the fierce beast has a huge body." There was a flash of yearning in Shangwu's eyes: "I have read a lot of books and have been to many places in Wulu. I found a similar picture, a place...like a fairyland."

Hearing that, Xing Shu's eyes showed a little weirdness.

Shangwu said to himself: "In this world, there is still a region. I haven't been to this seat yet, and that is God's Domain. So anyway, I want to go there and see if there is any place in my memory."

"That..." Xing Shu raised his hand weakly: "If that's the case, from your point of view, where everything is proportionally larger... I have an idea."

Shangwu looked at Xingshu, and the hand holding Xingshu tightened suddenly: "Have you seen it? Where?"

Xing Shu: "It's not a question of where... Haven't you ever thought about it. It's not that the environment has become bigger, but that you were still very young? When you were a little snake, no matter what you looked at was big, right? "

Shanggo: "..."

Xing Shu scratched his chin: "Am I wrong?"

"No..." Shangwu held his still aching head, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hahaha...you are right! You are right! I didn't expect it...but, thanks to you. Fu, I saw a new picture this time."

Xing Shu: "Oh? Let's just listen?" Xing Shu is still willing to accompany him with such a peaceful communication with his cub, even if the other party is just sharing some dreams with him.

Shanggo: "I saw a towering tree, but it couldn't be named. On the top of the tree, you can vaguely see a bird's nest, a huge bird's nest."

Xing Shu: "..." His... This picture seems a bit familiar?

As Shangwu spoke, he suddenly showed a disgusting expression: "There is a stupid dog under the tree. He always wants to step on this seat with its dirty paw, and this seat simply took a bite!"

Xing Shu grabbed Shangwu's hand and looked back at Shangwu. In his shocked eyes, Shangwu's feminine and evil face was reflected.

"What's the expression on Little Beauty?" Shangwu took the opportunity to spit out the letter, and the tip of his tongue slipped over Xingshu's face.

"Go on, you go on!" Xing Shu urged, seemingly a little urgent.

"Huh? Why continue? I saw this today and my head hurts so much." Shangwu stretched his head in front of Xing Shu: "The beauty rubbed this seat, maybe I can think of anything more. When the story is told to the beauty of interest."

Xing Shu held Shangwu's head, put his fingertips on Shangwu's acupuncture points, and rubbed them.

Shangwu simply adjusted a posture and lay in Xing Shu's arms, with the long snake tail swaying everywhere, and finally landed on Xing Shu's body unconsciously, forming a completely possessive posture.

"... I saw that a bird was squeezed out of the nest. The stupid bird couldn't fly, so it fell straight down and almost hit this seat."

Xing Shu frowned: "...was squeezed out of the bird's nest?"

"Yes, no matter where it is, it is the weak and the strong." Shanggo said: "It is estimated that the bird looks too weak and small, so it has been squeezed out."

Xing Shu suddenly remembered that the little red bird in his memory did not seem to yearn for the bird nest on the tree very much. Even if the foot injury healed, he would rather leave with him.

At that time, Xingshu also wanted to take the little red bird away with selfish intentions, so he didn't pay attention to whether it really wanted to return to the bird's nest.

Maybe it seems that what he did is right?

Xing Shu kept recalling those images in his mind, and couldn't help but said to Shangwu: "What else? Apart from the white dog and the red bird, what else do you see?"

Shanggo: "..."

Xing Shu: "Huh? It's gone? Every time you see these pictures, is there any pattern? This time it's because of the Lingyinqin, but what's the last time?"

Shanggo: "..."

Finding that Shangwu had suddenly fallen into a weird silence, Xing Shu was a little confused: "What's the matter?"

"You..." Shang Wu squinted slightly, and his bright golden vertical pupils looked at Xingshu slightly dangerously: "How do you know the color of their coat?"

Xingshu:!