"Sorry, I'm really sorry."

Sheng Lingyuan turned a page of books in the house and heard the sound of Xuan Ji talking to his neighbors from the corridor. The neighbors seemed to have something to ask for, and they were repeatedly polite.

"I really can't find anyone else. It's just New Year. My colleagues and friends have basically returned to my hometown," said the neighbor. "If we didn't have to take pets out of the country, we would have taken them away... The partner was just sick. She was alone abroad. We bought air tickets in a hurry, and it was not easy to find reliable foster care."

Oh, please help take care of the pet.

Sheng Lingyuan knew about the pets from his neighbors, but he had never seen them much. Even the little animals were afraid of him. As long as he came home, the animals would not dare to speak out.

Xuan Ji loves to chat and usually has a good relationship with his neighbors. Besides, he is very trusting to give the key to the house, and it is a matter of raising hands. Sheng Lingyuan heard him agree and greeted casually: "What's wrong with Auntie? It's not serious."

"I'm not sure, but I said on the phone that I had an unknown fever and auditory hallucination," the neighbor said worriedly, "It sounds a bit like the 'special energy' awakening that has been very popular recently. Nothing can be found in ordinary hospitals. The doctor there suggested contacting the special hospital."

Xuan Ji was stunned: "Are you so old?"

"It can be said." The neighbor sighed, "I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing, what will happen in the future... I'm mainly worried about our family. I heard that this is all inherited."

Sheng Lingyuan put down his pen and thought to himself: You should be worried about yourself.

He could hear the lynx demonic aura through the security door. This little brother was also careless and didn't even notice that his pet was walking around him these days?

It's another year, and it's been a year since the earth-shaking explosion of Chiyuan.

Xuan Ji originally planned to do a good job. The conflict between ordinary people and special talents was a human internal affairs. He was a Suzaku, which was not convenient for him to interfere too much. He wanted to find a place to live in seclusion in the future, and occasionally help old friends from the different control bureau solve technical problems and historical problems. When Sheng Lingyuan cultivated his spirit, he would go to the mountains and rivers together and do the things he recorded in his small notebook one by one.

Unexpectedly, daydreams always wake up quickly.

Within a year, the two camps of "ordinary people" and "special talented people" who fought verbally for 300 rounds every day collapsed.

The reason is that the Chuhe Han boundary between the two groups of people collapsed—

The birth rate of special energy babies this year soared to 28%, and 30% of them showed a clear special energy spectrum at birth.

Even the former Feng Shen, those who showed special attributes at birth could count with one hand, and without exception, such people became elites among the elites.

The research institute was shocked after obtaining the data. He suspected that the two-five points that were used to conduct statistics had the wrong decimal point, so he immediately made a small random sampling. They set up a superpower detector at a subway entrance in the suburbs of Xishan. After 72 hours, they found that nearly 60% of passers-by had special responses!

Although most of them, like Ping Qianru and others, they can't feel any difference or have a "genus" or "genus", if they have to say that they are still "ordinary people", Mitsunin may not agree.

Suddenly, the "ordinary people" became less ordinary.

The effect of Chiyuan's silence for three thousand years finally surfaced, and the blood of the alien race more or less penetrated into everyone's body.

Many new special energy awakening people have abnormal physical symptoms, and they are at a loss to squeeze the outpatient halls of ordinary hospitals and special hospitals into a state of ease. At the same time, in the second half of the year, superpower accidents in various places have begun to explode. I heard that the field director of the famous "nutrition home" Jiangzhou Branch has gone to the hospital to build a bridge to the heart due to overwork.

And this is just the beginning of the first year after Chiyuan's rekindled.

People have no intention of arguing about major issues such as "what will society become in the future" and "whether the six major genealogies need to be re-divided". The top priority has become a problem of insufficient special medical resources.

Xuan Ji's "oldering" plan was completely shattered.

When Xuan Ji was born and stood alone, Chiyuan had been cold for many years. At that time, the great demon was destroyed and the world was silent. The fire guardian was guarding the ashes, and loneliness was a little lonely, but with the framework of the Vermillion Bird bone seal, the difficulty of his work was incomparable to the ancestors in the clan.

Now, the world is bustling, the bone seal is gone, and the beginner's guidebook is gone.

The old revolutionary encountered new problems. Xuan Ji, who had not been a demon for three thousand years, came to Chiyuan and was surprised to find that he had become a frustrated newcomer in the workplace...Bird.

The old historical legacy questions still have to be asked about Sheng Lingyuan. After the rekindled Chiyuan, Xuan Ji only knew that many things that emerged from the sky should have learned when he was a child.

As for what he learned, he returned it to Danli three thousand years ago, with capital and profit.

From this perspective, he and Danli can indeed be said to be "not owed to each other".

His Majesty can only consult technology. The devil's three views are incompatible with contemporary society. If he doesn't look at it at first, he may do something. If he has something to do, he cannot rely entirely on him.

So Xuan Ji still had to go to work every day and his affairs became more complicated.

Since the rectification plan of the Extraordinary Control Bureau has not been completed, his position has not been moved yet - he is still in the aftermath department and is lined up by the field office in various departments every day.

The only thing that is different from before is that the bureau equipped the last Suzaku with a special car. After all, even the drone is controlled in the city, and Suzaku cannot fly blindly.

And as an ancient creature that he cherishes more than cherishing and protecting animals... Like those national treasures, his living expenses are covered by the country, and his credit card will never be lost.

Xuan Ji was only proud of this for two days, and soon he discovered that there was no sin that people could not bear, but there was definitely a blessing that they could not enjoy - he would have indigestion in this kind of blessing.

He broke out before the Mausoleum Palace was built. He had not enjoyed privileges for so many years. He had been poor and unburdened around the world. Now he was asked to spend the taxpayer's money casually, how could he be embarrassed? Xuan Ji felt that he had to look at everything he bought recently, but he was not as happy as before to earn money and spend dirt after spending money.

Therefore, he was preparing to react with the organization, and he would pay him a salary according to the level and workload in the future. He would be responsible for his own profits and losses after work, and he would not care about anyone. This way he would be more comfortable.

The neighbor took Xuan Ji to recognize the pet food and sent him out: "Dogs don't need to walk, they can use the dog toilet by themselves. I think you are too busy with your work, so don't cause trouble for you."

"It's okay, we have to go out for a walk anyway, and take it out by the way." Xuan Ji said, "Our housewife wishes we had never left the house for half of our life. Now we have learned to buy online, so we will be very worried. If we don't take him out for a breath, I'll see that he will grow on the floor."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Who do you think of Shanyin? I'm afraid this kid is itchy?

So Xuan Ji threw the key into the entrance and was wrapped in a ball of black mist as soon as he entered the door.

"I've been back... I haven't changed my shoes!"

He seemed to be swept away by a monster, and his feet were blown into the study by the black wind and fell into Sheng Lingyuan's hands.

Sheng Lingyuan pushed the manuscript on the table and reached out to catch the person tied up by the black fog. The black fog held by His Majesty's fingers passed through Xuan Ji's collar, pulled his head down, his lips were only half an inch away from him, and he barely stopped there, raising his eyebrows with a smile: "What did you say just now, say it again."

Xuan Ji wanted to say that he could talk about His Majesty's bad living habits all day long. Unfortunately, he was flirted with the smell of tea, and his mind was immediately clean and he couldn't remember a word.

He followed the breath in confusion, and then jumped up with a "scream" sound the next moment.

The devil who was immoral in the five elements put two cold claws into his clothes.

Xuan Ji was furious: "Sheng Lingyuan!"

The black fog dissipated, and Sheng Lingyuan laughed.

Xuan Ji frowned and grabbed his hand, lowered his head to glance at the manuscript on the table - His Majesty is revising "The Book of the Witcher in Dongchuan".

Wutozuka was blown up by Yue Tokuto's apprentice, and there was nowhere to find the ruins of Dongchuan. All the remaining ones were the few fragments collected by Xuan Ji... and Sheng Lingyuan's memory.

In the past few months, Sheng Lingyuan has become accustomed to handwriting with capacitor pens and neutral pens. He has made fewer and fewer mistakes in simplified Chinese characters on the keyboard. He has roughly understood the pinyin and punctuation marks, and even some common abbreviations. He has translated most of the interesting and vulgar idle books in Xuanji's study, and even the wide variety of Fanbang characters look familiar.

The weapon has been profitable, but the matter seems to be not good.

For some reason, he started to practice the Witch Man Book, but his progress was extremely slow.

Xuan Ji took a rough look and found that his progress throughout the day was only two or three lines.

The tea on the table was the cup he made when he went out to work in the morning, and the direction of the bird feather loose on his long hair did not change. The temperature in the study was at least five degrees lower than that in the living room. Sheng Lingyuan sat motionlessly at the witch book full of paper in a place he could not see, and sat wither for a day.

Xuan Ji: "Did you have a headache again?"

"No." Sheng Lingyuan lazily said perfunctorily, stood up and took a bottle of Diet Coke from the small freezer next to him, and changed the topic, "Why is it so late?"

"I caught more than 20 people on New Year's Eve yesterday. I don't know how to deal with it, so I sent them to the headquarters." Xuan Ji floated out without hesitation and stepped on the shoes he was wearing outside in the entrance hall. "The cage was placed in a yard, and this call made me tinnitus now. I had already told them to build a special zoo and send all these things that were left without a place to in, which would also generate income..."

He said, pouring out half a bottle of Jian Di for Sheng Lingyuan.

When His Majesty bought sugar-free cola for the first time, Xuan Ji thought he was dizzy in the supermarket and couldn't tell the packaging, so he carefully studied the history of sweeteners.

As a result, Sheng Lingyuan didn't react after hearing this and just asked: "Don't you like to drink?"

Xuan Ji: "That's not the case. I can't drink anyway."

Then he found that every time Sheng Lingyuan went to open a supermarket refrigerator, he would get a diet.

In Your Majesty's exclusive dictionary, "I like" and "I love" may be all wrong sentences. He will never say it or like to see it. Once he tried an app curiously, and a recommendation page "You may like" popped up. Xuan Ji saw him obviously frowned. Later, Your Majesty asked the principle of big data push with a rare and serious attitude, but never opened the app again.

He is such a person, and his likes and dislikes can only be found in clues. For example, if he opens a bottle of Diet, he will give him a cup, and if he opens a bottle of ordinary Coke, he will probably feed him back half-tease.

These things can only be observed silently in trivial daily life, summarized secretly, and had no place to verify them. Anyway, I would not admit it even if I asked someone.

The sweet words of "not admitting sir" seem to be instinctive. To be honest, it may choke him to death. If you want to fool someone, you will be deceived into being a dog every day. Fortunately, Xuan Ji grew up with him and knew this person's true feelings. After a few big fights, he may "not admitting" himself. He also felt that the quarrel was hurting, especially the hard work, so he made a small progress - when he didn't want to say it, he would be silent, or simply make a simplicity of "no", at least he would not lie at his own home.

As soon as he heard the "no" who immediately changed the subject, Xuan Ji understood. So throughout the night, His Majesty did not find a chance to go back to the study, and he was dragged out to walk the dog the next day.

On the cold winter lunar month, in the northwest wind, what is the fun of walking back and forth with a dog to the bottom? Sheng Lingyuan really can't taste it. Xuan Ji insisted on saying that he had never walked the dog and had never experienced the joy of raising pets in contemporary urban petty bourgeoisie.

His Majesty disagrees with this idea of ​​having to experience it because he hasn't done it. In this way, he hasn't eaten shit yet... Of course, he is not so noble when he is following a dog's butt.

Fortunately, his patience with Xuan Ji was almost infinite. The vermilion bird feathers on his hair were blown away by the cold wind, so they walked back. Soon they reached downstairs, and the general dispatch office called Xuan Ji away again.

Xuan Ji had only had time to put the traction rope into His Majesty's hand: "Wu Ren Shu is waiting for me to come back to practice with you. Without my red sleeves, do you feel that what you have cultivated tastes?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "...what do you add to what you want?"

Xuan Ji rolled his sleeves, and flame-colored feathers appeared on his forearm, and then disappeared: "Red sleeves - is it red?"

It wasn't the time when he was a child that he was trolling and refused to call him "Xiaohong".

Sheng Lingyuan was amused and crying: "Get out quickly, shameless, are you in a hurry?"

"Wait for me, don't touch me! I remember where you see it!"

Sheng Lingyuan remembered something again and called him: "By the way, leave the "Thousand Demons Picture Book" behind, I have time to practice your fragment."

This is what I agree.

Xuan Ji was happy and didn't think much. When he glanced at him, he turned his head and pulled out a flame-colored golden thread from his left temple, threw it to Sheng Lingyuan from his air, and then drove away by himself.

"Thousand Demons Picture Book" tried desperately to follow its master. The golden thread stretched out half a meter long, and was pinched by Sheng Lingyuan and rolled back. He watched its master with a bigger heart run to the parking space without looking back.

The abandoned illustration fell into the hands of the big demon tremblingly, and did not dare to shine. He honestly turned back to half of the fragments and pretended to be dead.

During the Spring Festival, traffic in the city is rare and smooth, and it is very pleasant to run a car. Xuan Ji whistled, and when he waited for the red light, he pulled down the window and talked to a person who was stuffing advertisements on the street into the car.
To be continued...