I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Sir, the old uncle agreed!"

I don't know what the kid said to that man, but the old man greeted them with a smile.

"It's troublesome."

The artist knows a little about these etiquette things, although it is troublesome to do it, but she doesn't want to become an impolite person in front of some kid.

The bullock cart is very stable, and the road is very smooth, even if you sit in the back, you will not be bumped.

During the day, he talked loudly to the old man about family matters, and the painter looked at him quietly with his face leaning on his side.

The white and tender skin had been tanned like ripe wheat during the days with her, and a few strands of black hair hung around the corners of her head and fell to the side of her face.

The smooth and slender tail wraps around its ankles, and it clicks twice from time to time.Small body but very healthy.

The holy blue eyes are as clear as the sky at this moment, and the facial features are exquisite. He is a good-looking little person.It's just a pity that I have a mouth that talks non-stop.

"Sir, we won't be able to eat at noon. I still have some pancakes here. You should eat some to fill your stomach first."

Seeming to have noticed the painter's gaze, Bai Tian rubbed his belly and said in a daze.

"……I'm not hungry."

Looking at Bai Tian who was still talking like this with a look of reluctance, the artist resisted the thought of knocking him, and looked away.

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"Goodbye, Abe!"

Saying goodbye to the old man, Bai Tian quickly walked back to the painter.

"Sir, I have already made inquiries. There is an inn where you can stay after passing this street and turning a corner."

"Ah."

The artist doesn't care, the kid can do things like traveling and staying without her asking.

"Tsk, it costs fifty dollars for a room! What a black shop!"

Sitting on a chair in the room, the artist flicked his tail leisurely while listening to the thoughts of the day.

"If the dishes are substandard, I will definitely complain to this restaurant!"

Bai Tian put the two vegetables and one soup he bought in front of the painter, and said firmly in his mouth.

"Eat without words."

The painter picked up a piece of meat and took a bite.

"..."

No kid cooks delicious food, it seems that this restaurant is also promoted by a false name.

"Woo... the taste is so-so. Sir, have you finished your meal?"

Because it didn't suit his appetite, the painter didn't move his chopsticks after eating the rice in the bowl, which made Bai Tian a little worried.

After seeing the artist nodding his head slightly, Bai Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up the dishes.

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Feeling the comfortable pressure from his feet, the painter supported the bed and stared at the corner of the day.

How did his horn break off?

The fracture of that horn seemed to be broken abruptly by some kind of external force.

But this brat... doesn't look like he can fight.

Even though all kinds of doubts arose in his heart, the painter didn't ask them.

It's okay if it's an accident.

If there are some unspeakable bad things...

Silent all night.

The silence lasted until daylight woke up from the chair and was not broken.

"Sir! You stayed up late again!"

"You're obviously not feeling well, so how can you not pay attention to rest!"

"Sir! Are you listening to me!"

The painter leaned on his face and raised his hand to knock Bai Zhou's head.

But even this didn't make the other party back down, the kid still stared at her with a small face.

It was obvious that the other party was the servant, but at this moment, there was an inexplicable aura rising from this small body, which made the artist dare not look at him.

"Sir! With your current physical condition, staying up late is forbidden!"

"It's not staying up late."

The artist seemed to have thought of something, and spoke out to refute his actions.

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Bai Zhou frowned, raised his finger and pointed to the table where several scrolls were placed.

"Didn't you draw it all night long?"

"of course not."

The painter puffed up his chest a little to show his toughness.

"I drew this all night."

"Ah this..."

Looking at the painter who suddenly became proud for some reason, Bai Tian silently closed his mouth.

"Anyway, I'll prepare some food for you first, and you must rest after breakfast!"

Afterwards, no matter what the painter said or not, Bai Tian got up and ran out quickly.

"It's... troublesome..."

Although he said this in his mouth, there was no look of boredom on the painter's face.

It seems that... he is enjoying it very much.

"Sir, I will watch over you."

Sitting on the edge of the bed holding a cup of hot water during the day, he stared seriously at the painter lying on the bed in a helpless state.

"..."

Imps who don't smile are annoying.

Obviously, as long as he speaks by himself, this kid will do it obediently. Why doesn't he even laugh when it comes to whether she sleeps or not?

Well... anyway, there is him too... let's sleep for a while... lest he talk more...

"First... um? I'm already asleep..."

"Really, he even said he wasn't tired."

Tucking up the quilt for the painter, Bai Tian tiptoed to the window and closed it.

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"The news in Shuanglin Town also has a lot of melons to eat."

"Huh? Murder... love murder? It was divided into 13 yuan, what a miserable man."

When the painter woke up, he happened to hear Bai Tian talking to himself.

Looking up, a line of exaggerated headlines is very eye-catching and ranks at the top of the newspaper.

【Shock!Yuanxi's first serious case in three years comes to light!The reason behind it is so heartwarming! 】

Good guys, you guys are the ones who melted the ice city in the far north.

But the painter didn't pay attention to these, she just raised her hand, and then waited for the kid to call her.

"Sir, this is warm water, you drink some."

When he blinked again, the kid had already come over with a glass of warm water.

"How long."

After drinking water and moistening his mouth, the painter asked.

"It's only three hours, sir, please sleep a little longer."

"pat~"

Bai Zhou covered his knocked forehead and smiled.

"Are you going to collect the wind? I've seen everything. The best scenery near Shuanglin Town is the Silverscale River and the Golden Statue."

Bai Ri proudly held the newspaper and introduced it to the painter.

"Golden portrait..."

Some familiar names.

"Ah, sir, don't you remember that you rescued me from the river at the foot of the statue of Lodukin?"

The painters that the little ghost mentioned naturally remembered.

All she cared about was that there would still be that kind of thing here.

"Why is there a golden man here."

"Hey, sir, you don't know now!"

"Oh?"

The painter narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Bai Zhou scratched his hair, causing the artist's familiar smile to appear.

"I don't know either!"

"Pa~" (knock on the forehead)

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"Let's say that the real dragon found the help of the sages, issued imperial orders to seek sages, gathered strange people from all over the world, recruited tens of thousands of soldiers, and performed great deeds to open up the world. Soldiers, gather in the capital of the gods, and let the immortals cast gold and pick up two, so as to show the unity of the world, and only then will the world be peaceful and prosperous!"

The white-clothed storytellers on the stage were full of high-spirited and high-spirited voices, and the traffickers in the audience held their wrists and fisted their palms, as if they had also joined the grand battle and witnessed the rise of the Great Yan.

"Very well said! Sir, very well said!"

Bai Tian also listened to his heart surging, and couldn't help but confide his excitement to the painter beside him.

"...After listening, let's go."

The painter was expressionless, as if no matter how good the storyteller said it, she would not resonate with it.

"Oh……"

Bai Zhou immediately noticed the painter's low interest, and didn't say much, and quickly followed her with the bamboo box on his back.

"Sir, don't you like listening to books?"

Bai Tian raised his face and asked the painter with curiosity.

"It's just that I don't like the storyteller very much. A good story was wasted."

This was the first time Bai Tian saw the painter almost gnashing his teeth while speaking.

that person...

"Heh, I can't like a guy who doesn't want to give money after hearing a wonderful story."

The elegant tone sounded, causing the painter to stop and look in the direction of the sound with a cold face.

"eleven."

The white clothes are like snow, and the proud shadow is like bamboo.

She saw Bai Tian standing next to the painter again, and waved to him with a smile on her face.