Love your pet egg

Not long after, a man with big round glasses and a small bald head came out, glanced up and down at Feng Shishi, and asked, "Are you the little demon brought by Nine-Tailed Fox?"

Feng Shixi nodded.

"I don't even know how to change my clothes, tsk tsk," the little bald man shook his head and sighed, "If you go down the mountain with such a little cultivation, you won't be afraid of being eaten! Come in with me!"

Eleven obediently followed the little bald head in, and walked to the room in the middle of the courtyard.

Lin Xuan was already waiting for him in the room. Besides Lin Xuan, there was a black-clothed woman in her twenties holding a notebook for Lin Xuan to sign for him. Feng Shishi looked over and found that the other party was actually a black man. The snake demon couldn't help but pursed the corners of his mouth. The little master hated the black dragon the most, so Feng Shishi also hated the black dragon, especially the snake dragon.

She Meili's eyes lit up when she saw Feng Shishi, and she walked over with one step at a time, and said with a charming smile, "Where did this little monster come from? He looks so handsome!" She squinted her eyes to see what Eleven was doing. The main body, but in the eyes only saw the red mist like a raging fire, and then wondered, "Are you actually a mist demon?"

Eleven didn't want to talk to Black Snake, but fortunately, the little bald head also went to his seat and sat down, and took out a blue leather registration book: "Come here, little demon! Come here to register and get a certificate!"

Lin Xuan gently pushed Eleven, and the young man in red walked over with a look of curiosity, took the register book and pen, and looked at the last page of the book.

"Name, age, place of origin, original shape, occupation and address, all must be written." The little bald head nodded on the notebook.

On the eleventh day, I picked up a pen and wrote: Feng Shiyi, a hundred years old, Xi Yaoshan, Fenghuang...

When he was writing, Lin Xuan and She Meili were watching from the sidelines. Seeing the last two words, both monsters exclaimed: "Phoenix? You say you are Phoenix?"

Eleven was startled by their screams, and looked up at them blankly.

"This is impossible! There is no phoenix in the world for a long time! It is an ancient beast! Besides, if you are a phoenix, you will not know how many tens of thousands of years old, how could you be only a hundred years old! Monsters will be punished for lying!" She Meili jumped and called.

Lin Xuan also frowned: "Eleventh, this original form cannot be written casually. The Celestial Masters Association will arrange a suitable job for you in the future according to the original form, and introduce you to a spouse according to the original form. This is a very serious matter!"

Only then did Eleven remember that the little master had said that in the human world one cannot reveal the real body of Phoenix at will, so he hurriedly scribbled out those two words, and re-wrote the identity: Pheasant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these two words were written, Lin Xuan and She Meili backed away at the same time, and immediately disappeared from the room.

Seeing this, the little bald man wondered, "You're a hundred-year-old little pheasant, those two old monsters didn't realize your real shape, and even chatted with you for so long." He sniffed at Eleven, Suspiciously asked, "This aura is so abundant, are you really only a hundred years old?"

"Yes." Eleven replied obediently, and then asked in puzzlement, "But why did they all run away?"

"Article [-] of the Good Demon Code, you must stay five miles away from natural enemies. They are a fox and a snake, and they all eat chicken. If you wave in front of their eyes, aren't you seducing/leading them to break the law?"

"They can't eat me." The boy said confidently.

The little bald head looked at the information he filled in, and continued: "Occupation, address, and phone number must be filled in."

"I just came here today. I don't have a job, an address or a phone number."

"That's it," the little bald-head rubbed his chin and thought, "Then I have to arrange a job for you, but what can a chicken do? Or send you to a chicken farm? Now that bird flu is raging, you go to communicate with those chickens, If there is something wrong with the body, it is better to find out early..."

"Are you rich? Are you in charge of food?" Feng Shishi only cares about this.

"Of course, all meat-eating monsters don't eat chicken, so there are not many monsters who can do this job, and the salary is relatively high. Food and housing are in charge, [-] a month, and four days of arbitrary vacation every month ,its not bad, right?"

Eleven nodded.

The little bald head was very satisfied with the little pheasant's obedience.

He took out a little red book from the drawer of the cabinet: "Give me a drop of fingertip blood."

Eleven did as he did, and watched curiously as the little bald head opened the little red book, his information was already written on it, and he tapped a stencil. The little bald head dripped blood from Eleven's fingertips on the stencil. Into the steel seal.

The little bald head handed the red book to Feng Shishi: "This is your good demon certificate, which contains blood from your fingertips. If you meet the Celestial Masters Association for verification, you can prove your identity by showing this. There are good demon rules in it, so memorize it carefully." Above all, you must not make mistakes that cannot be made, or if you are caught, your hair will be plucked first! Then your salary will be deducted!"

Handed another yellow talisman, and continued: "This talisman is convenient for you to enter and exit the Celestial Masters Association. If you have any demands in the future, you can come here for help if you are unemployed, you are in heat/estrus, you want to court, and you are bullied by other demons. I understand. ?”

Eleven said silently in her heart, I don't have a estrus period.

The phoenix is ​​hermaphrodite, feeling that the world can conceive, he can lay an egg by himself to play.

But he still nodded obediently.

"Well, the total is 1000 yuan including the book and the talisman, just pay the fee here!" Xiaobald said while taking out the invoice.

"More money?!" Eleven's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The first rule of the Good Demon Code, self-reliance, money and goods, you don't want to take a needle from a human being for nothing!" The little bald head turned to the last page of the Good Demon Certificate, and pointed at the first rule of the Good Demon Code with his fingers.

Aggrieved and wronged, Feng Shishi handed over the 1000 yuan she earned after being scolded for a long time.

"Wait, I'll contact the chicken farm for you, and someone will pick you up." The little bald man picked up the fixed phone at hand and dialed out.

Eleven turned over the little red book in his hand, and heard the little bald head say over there: "...What? All the chickens are dead? The chicken farm is closed?..."

The little bald head hung up the phone and said in distress: "What can I do, the chicken farm has been abandoned for more than a month, where can I find you a place to stay now..."

"I can sleep anywhere, but I don't have any money." Eleven looked anxiously at the little bald head, all the money on his body had been paid up, and the night was about to fall again, and my stomach started to be hungry, what would I do if I had no money!

The little bald head subconsciously covered his pockets: "Let me tell you, demons can't borrow money from humans!"

"Then I'll tell you a fortune, and if you pay me again, we can get both money and goods!" Eleven decided to follow the example of the little master back then and rely on fortune telling to save the first pot of gold.

"Hey!" The little bald head was happy, "You know that my Sanxiao Temple is best at the technique of fortune telling and numerology, you little pheasant Lu Ban is playing a big ax in front of the door!"

Although Feng Shishi didn't have Lu Jiu's ability to see the Destiny Stone of mortals, it was not difficult to show people a good fortune, but when he took a closer look at the little bald head, he couldn't help but be surprised!

The little bald head is not from this world!

how can that be possible?This is an ordinary mortal, three souls and seven souls surround him, and he can see clearly, but how can I not see the records in this book of life and death?

There were many people coming and going outside the courtyard, Eleven looked out, this time he was stunned, everyone outside was like a little bald head, with three souls and seven souls, but Eleven couldn't see through it Their fate!

Not in the Three Realms and Six Paths... In Eleven's memory, the only ones who are not in the Three Realms and Six Paths are sky demons like his little master Lu Jiu and Xuan Xiao... If it is not the problem of these mortals, then it is his own problem... not in the Three Realms The one with six ways is himself!

He said how he could arrive in the mortal world in just one sleep, how could he arrive in the mortal world in just one sleep for a journey of 900 million miles!

Is this an illusion?Impossible, he is pregnant with the real fire of the sun, no one in this world has the ability to trap him in the illusion, so what is going on?

Eleven's mind was in a mess.

It was only then that he remembered that humans and demons coexist in this world, and humans even manage demons. Although he has not entered the world for a hundred years in the temple, his seniors often go down the mountain. From their conversations, the mortal world has not changed much in a hundred years.

He suddenly asked the little bald head: "What kind of country is this place? What should the ruler call it?"

The little bald head was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Yes, you just came down from the mountain, so you probably don't understand anything, I'll pick up some important things for you, this is country A, and the presidential election system is implemented, these have nothing to do with you being monsters , you don’t have the right to vote, and the good demon certificate given to you can be used as a resident certificate. If there are any special circumstances, I mean if you encounter the police, you should report the name of the Ninth Office of Intelligence. In the end, people from the Tianshi Association will come forward Yes, other things, you will know when you live in the mortal world for a long time. Also, demons have to pay taxes normally. When you get a job and bring your proof of income, I will calculate for you what you need to pay every month. How much tax..."

Eleven's head was buzzing, his mouth was deflated and he was about to cry, this is not their mortal world, how would the master and master find him?Who the hell has the ability to bring him to this place? !

The little bald man felt strange seeing the young man crying, but there was a commotion at the door, and after a while a group of men in black rushed in aggressively, grabbed a man in the hospital by the collar and asked, "Where is Master Nuo Zhi?"

The one who was caught was a young boy with a bun on his head. He looked like a little Taoist priest. Seeing this vicious man, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

The little bald man saw him inside, slapped the table and strode out, first grabbed the wrist of the man in black and twisted it hard, the big man who was nearly two meters tall was twisted so hard that he turned his back, he was inexplicably horrified , while the others who followed him raised their guns and aimed at the little bald head.

"Click click", the continuous sound of lowering the safety latch sounded one after another.

The little bald head blocked the big man in front of him, and angrily said: "What do you think this is? The Tianshi Association dares to be presumptuous here!"

At this moment, another group of people came in. The first one was a young man with sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes, but his expression was very anxious. He walked in a hurry. When he saw the swords in the courtyard, he first frowned and shouted: "Put down the guns!"

The men in black collectively put down their guns, and the bald man also let go of the big man, but still stared at the man in front of him with an unfriendly expression.

The young man said: "I am Mo Hansheng from the E.J Group. I need to see Master Nuozhi. This little master is ignorant and offended. Please forgive me. If it is convenient, please take me to look for it." Master Nuozhi, I have a token."

As he said, he stretched out his right palm, and there was a string of Buddhist beads on it. The black wood beads were so black that they shone brightly. At a glance, he could see the blessings of Buddha's power from a century-old eminent monk on it.