My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 46 Be careful, there is a demon!

After the art student collected the bottles, he dragged the bag to the bar and handed the bag to the owner, Hans.

"That's a good story," said Hans.

"Thank you, please give me five pieces of white bread in exchange." The art student muttered softly.

"These can only be exchanged for three pieces of white bread in total." Hans counted them and said.

"What? I can exchange it for five dollars in the bar in the city!" said the art student.

"Then go to the city to change it." Hans showed no mercy.

"Tsk." The art student snatched the bag back, picked up a dirty bag placed beside the bar and was about to leave.

"Hey," Yaluo called him.

"What?" He turned his head.

"Um, do you have any paintings now? I want to see them." Yalu suddenly became interested in this man and wanted to see what his paintings looked like.

"Really? Are you interested in seeing my paintings?" He seemed very excited and quickly took out a stack of drawing paper from his bag and handed it to Yaluo.

Yaluo flipped through it and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Fuck, this is a picture of two-spined salamanders!" he said in shock.

And they are all poor and beautiful girls.

"Haha, you've noticed it too, right? Actually, this is a new way of painting that I created. Unfortunately, no one agrees with me. They all say that I have tarnished the great art circle and want to expel me." The art student sighed.

"I say, you should find a class to take. Wouldn't it be better to have a stable job?" Hans couldn't help but say from the side.

"Don't underestimate me. I also have a proper job. I work in a duke's mansion. I can make money just by lying down every day." The art student said disdainfully.

"Really? What were you doing there?"

"Serving as a doormat at the door."

"That's really making money without doing anything." Hans sneered.

After Yaluo finished looking through a stack of paintings, he said to him, "Sell all these to me? How much do you want?"

"You want to buy my painting?" The art student's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Could it be that you are also obsessed with poverty and eroticism?"

"Oh no, I like the big ones. I just think these are pretty good looking," said Yaluo.

"Okay." The art student lowered his head in disappointment.

"Uh, just give me one Sik, if you think it's too expensive..."

He was about to bargain automatically when Yaluo took out two Sik coins and handed them to him.

The other person was about to cry. He held Yaluo's hand and said excitedly: "Thank you so much. If, if your family still needs doormats..."

"My family doesn't need it." Yaluo immediately refused.

He shook the painting in his hand and whispered to him, "Uh, let me ask you, does your painting have a cooler version?"

The art student shook his head: "No, I'm a serious painter, I don't do that kind of stuff."

"Ok."

"But then again," he changed the subject, "some things can't be said so firmly, right? If you're willing to come to my house, I'd be happy to show you more."

"Where is your home then?" Yaluo asked.

The art student wrote a note and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Yaluo asked in confusion.

"My home address."

"But there's only a penguin drawn on it, and a string of numbers 761306682 written on it?" Yaluo looked at him in confusion.

"Yes, this is my home address." The art student nodded, then lowered his head in frustration. "Although, although my home is shabby and small, with nothing in it, and I'm all alone and helpless, but, but if you are willing to come, I will definitely clean up and welcome you, so, so... you will come, right?"

He looked at Yaluo expectantly.

"I'll come." Yaluo had no choice but to say.

A happy smile appeared on the other person's face, and even tears shed.

"It's great that someone finally understands me. Although I know this is just a dream, I am still very happy." He said while wiping away his tears.

"Dream? You are not dreaming." Yaluo said.

"No, you are dreaming," "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be dreaming?" Yaluo was a little puzzled and wondered if there was something wrong with this man.

"If it wasn't a dream, then how do you explain that idiot?" He pointed behind Yaluo.

Yaluo turned his head and saw that the boss Hans behind the bar had turned into a big, arrogant old man. He glared at him, snorted coldly, and jumped up to press towards him.

"Fuck!"

Yaluo suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom.

His chest heaved and he gasped for breath.

Only then did he remember that he had been translating the secret book until late at night, and he went back to his room to take a nap because he was too sleepy.

"What the hell was this dream?" he said, covering his face.

But when he raised his hand, he saw the string of numbers in his dream written on the palm of his hand.

"What bad luck." He rubbed the number off with force.

Then he turned over, hugged the big furry tail beside him and planned to continue sleeping.

"Mmm, what a warm tail."

Then Yaluo suddenly opened his eyes again.

"Wait, where's the tail?"

"woo"

A pair of fox ears popped out from the furry tail, and then the peach fox's delicate and beautiful face was raised, and the big purple eyes blinked at him.

They stared at each other for at least five seconds, and then Yaluo suddenly jumped up from the bed.

"Peach Fox! Why are you in my bed?"

"Shh!"

Taohu quickly pulled him back to the bed and then pulled the quilt over his head.

Peach Fox came close to him, and their noses were almost touching.

She frowned tightly, her purple eyes were extremely alert. She stretched out a white finger, placed it on Yaluo's lips, and then lowered her voice:

"Don't go out, there's an evil spirit!"

"Ha ha?"

Yaluo looked into the eyes of the fox-eared girl who was so close to him. The sweet and charming fragrance on her body seemed particularly strong in the stuffy bed.

"Where does this evil spirit come from?" he said in surprise.

Speaking of monsters, isn’t there a fox monster in this bed?

Taohu finally moved a little further away, but his eyes were still very alert:

"I just got up to go to the bathroom. When I was walking down the hallway, a strong wind suddenly blew. I could clearly feel that something unclean had entered the house!"

Yaluo's expression changed: "Were we robbed?"

"No, not a living person!" Taohu said firmly.

"It must be an evil spirit, wandering here, trying to steal people's vitality."

Yaluo was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Then why did you come to my bed?"

"Because you, Yaluo, are the one with the most yang energy in this family. We just had a run-in with that evil spirit, and we must have been contaminated with yin energy. That's why I wanted you to help us get rid of the bad luck." Taohu said.

"How long will it take?"

Taohu thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait until dawn. We don't even dare to leave the bed right now."

Yaluo sighed helplessly, turned over and got out of the bed: "If you don't mind, you can sleep here."

This happened late at night and almost scared him to death.

Although he looked fine on the surface, his heart was still beating wildly.

The smell of this little fox is too alluring. Just smelling it makes his body hot, his blood boiling, and he feels arrogant.

By the way, in Eastern folklore, fox spirits are mostly beings that seduce men and absorb their essence, which is somewhat similar to the succubus in Western legends.

That is
Is Taohu actually a succubus?
(End of this chapter)