Chen Fu had no hidden worries at all. The weather was sunny outside, so his mood became clearer.

Wu Muzhi didn't want to say much, and any cat and dog who passed by would have to be busy staring at him.

As soon as I left the store, I walked into the classroom. The bell rang. There were not many students skipping the class for compulsory courses. Some people came to occupy the first few rows. The classroom was full of seats, leaving only the last row.

Wu Muzhi's arrival attracted many students' ideas, and everyone was discussing his origin in private.

He was automatically classified as a classmate who had no transfers.

As soon as Chen Fu sat down, he saw Song Tingfeng in a row next to him. He still looked very cold, but his eyes seemed to have some strange temperature.

Chen Fu supported his head with his right hand to cover his side face and whispered to Wu Muzhi: "Do you think his eyes look strange when he looks at me?"

Wu Muzhi said bluntly without even looking at it: "Is it a burning feeling that the color of his pupils has changed slightly, and even a little light green?"

Chen Fu nodded.

Wu Muzhi: "The hungry wolf always looks like this when staring at the prey." Finally, he added: "You will get used to it."

Chen Fu:...

It is difficult to ignore such a gaze. As soon as the get out of class came, Chen Fu packed up his things and prepared to return to the villa, and even gave up lunch in the cafeteria.

The two of them sat in the taxi, Chen Fu closed his eyes and gently massaged his temples, and opened his thin lips: "I can finally be quieter."

Wu Muzhi: "I'm afraid it's difficult."

Chen Fu looked at him sideways.

Wu Muzhi: "I smelled the swallow spirit."

Chen Fu's headache was vaguely deepening: "You are the devil."

——Not a magic dog.

After paying the bill, the taxi drove away at the speed of light. Wu Mu looked a little dissatisfied, and Chen Fu was very calm. The driver probably regarded them as mentally ill.

Wu Muzhi's nose never made any mistakes.

There was a man with long hair standing outside the villa door. His nose was very high, his eyes were slender, and his eyes were quite sharp.

"Immortal Lord." He bowed gracefully.

Hu Xiaoqi had previously mentioned that someone would visit him one after another in the past few days, and Chen Fu almost forgot about this.

"My surname is Yan, Yan Shanhai."

Chen Fu nodded slightly, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Shanhai: "Congratulations to the Immortal Lord for his immortality and specially sent some gifts to express his feelings. I hope the Immortal Lord will not be disgusted."

Chen Fu smiled and said, "Natural."

Yan Shanhai took out a small swiftlet with very narrow wings from his pocket, "This is a child Yan Shisan. When he was born, the sun and the moon appeared together. He is a genius that is rare in a century. He is here to give it to the Immortal Lord to guard the house and protect the hospital."

The eyes were twitching. Is it becoming popular to send children in this era?

Yan Shanhai left Yan Shisan, and directly turned into the body and flew towards the sky and disappeared.

Chen Fu suddenly felt a burning heat in his pocket, and was surprised to find that one of the little clay man's eyes turned golden.

Wu Muzhi: "He wants his children to be infected with your immortal fortune, so he should trust you wholeheartedly."

Yan Shisan 'chuckled', and Chen Fu couldn't help looking at Wu Muzhi: "Are you sure this isn't a sparrow?"

Wu Muzhi: "Don't underestimate the swallow spirit, they are good at guarding the house."

Chen Fu: "Better than you?"

“…”

The dark clouds tumbling, and the lightning shines on the sky.

Fox Mountain.

Hu Xiaoqi was practicing. He was shocked at the strange weather and murmured: "This should be the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth caused by the overwhelming anger of the demon that my father said last time."

He complained, "I don't know where the big demon is, he has such a bad temper."

·

The golden swiftlet has already developed wisdom and builds its own nest outside without worrying about Shen Fu.

The little clay man was placed on the table, carrying a sacred and inviolable aura.

"I didn't expect that Yan Shanhai's faith power was so powerful that it directly lit up one eye."

Wu Muzhi said angrily: "He should be the leader of the Swallow Spirit. The power of faith in the demon clan itself is much stronger than that of humans."

Chen Fu suddenly stared at him without turning his eyes, Wu Muzhi felt embarrassed when he was looked at, "What's your look?"

Chen Fu said lightly: "If you believe in me..."

Wu Muzhi interrupted him: "Don't even think about it. The demon has no heart, no roots, no awe, only the belief of slaughtering all the Buddhas in the sky."

Chen Fu narrowed his eyes: "Rootless?"

Wu Muzhi said with a cold face: "It means that there is no fixed place to live and no hometown."

Chen Fu said "Oh" and did not mention this matter again. Wu Muzhi felt uneasy, as if a long sword was hanging on his head at all times.

Chen Fu opened the textbook and decided to struggle to learn more: "I hope the people I visit next will not send some domestic animals."

·

Dreams are all illusory.

However, Song Tingfeng's dreams are the same all year round.

He stood in the vast white snow, looking at a man clumsyly building a snowman. This time he saw the other person's eyes quite clearly.

It is as bright as the stars, freehand and moving.

It's exactly the same as Zhang Zhishui.

Song Tingfeng couldn't help but walk forward: "I used to be jealous of you, is it because I like you?"

The man shook off the snowflakes on his sleeve and smiled and said, "As the saying goes, "I have hatred because of love."

The dream is interrupted at this point.

Song Tingfeng slowly opened his eyes, this time he looked at him without any confusion, but more sadness.

He stood up, opened the computer that he had bought but was not very useful, and searched for a lot of common sense about love. As the man in his dream said, there were countless examples of hatred because of love.

Soon, Song Tingfeng discovered that these materials were useless.

From beginning to end, he was all wishful thinking, and Zhang Zhishui did not have this intention.

He posted anonymously on the school forum: "How to attract a lover?"

Someone quickly replied: First, the poster needs a cat, put the cat outside the home of a crush, ask the other party to help take care of him, and finally let the other party take him in. Although it is an old joke, it is a sensation.

Song Tingfeng unconsciously clicked the mouse with his fingers, thinking about something.

·

"I want to have a good sleep."

Chen Fu: "Go."

Wu Muzhi: "I can't sleep if there is a contract."

Chen Fu sneered: "Count the sheep."

Wu Muzhi: "I will be hungry."

Chen Fu: "Then you are the dog."

Wu Muzhi: "It will be hungry."

Chen Fu was addicted to writing questions, and he didn't raise his head and said, "Hold it."

A small hole was pecked out of the window screen, and the canary suddenly flew away again. Not long after, he went back and came in with difficulty, put the thing in his mouth on the book that Chen Fu was reading, and looked at him like a treasure.

The clean pages instantly became a little sticky, and I rubbed my fingers to hold up a semi-elliptical object.

[System: High-quality bird's nest, swiftlet saliva mixed with mud, green grass.]

On the side, Wu Muzhi smiled very unkindly. Chen Fu glared at him and touched the canary's head: "Thank you for your hard work."

When Yan Shisan flew out, Chen Fu sighed softly, "I will definitely throw him out the next person to send me a pet."

The last two words are drowned in the doorbell.

Chen Fu closed the book and went to open the door.

The door is empty.

As soon as the door was closed, the doorbell rang again. Chen Fu suddenly opened the door and looked around. Finally, he saw a small golden cicada on the button. He couldn't help but say, "There are cicadas who have cultivated into spirits?"

"This is not a cicada," Wu Muzhi's voice was a little serious, and it sounded from behind: "It is the breath of the abyss beast."

Chen Fu was slightly stunned, and then he looked at the golden cicada's wings sticking a sticker the size of a fingernail. The words on it were sharp: Take it in.
To be continued...