After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

Chapter 112 A Thousand Days of Eye Rest (Please Subscribe! Meow~)

"Chirp chirp one"

The chirping of sparrows flirting came from the balcony.

"Qinghe, you've been washing for over an hour. Won't this ruin your skin?"

Jiang Rou stood outside the bathroom, holding her lace panties, and knocked on the door.

She would never have worn such exquisite lingerie before, but as a servant of the immortals, learning how to dress is an important lesson.

The saying goes, "An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one."

She's just there to make up the numbers. If she's suddenly needed to serve someone and her blue and white striped clothes are too plain and ordinary, making the great immortal feel bored, then she'll be doomed.

There was hardly any chance to begin with, and it might even implicate Lord Long.

But if she seizes the opportunity, perhaps even Lord Long will be appreciated by the immortals.

Jiang Rou had carefully analyzed Lord Long's characteristics. His beauty was undeniable, and his flexibility was astounding, especially his waist—perhaps because he was a dragon...

The most, most, most important thing is that Lord Dragon can shrink!

If you leverage this unique feature and let the immortals try it once, they will absolutely fall in love with it irrevocably.

The problem right now is the lack of opportunity. Since Lord Long is so disappointing, she has no choice but to pique the immortal's interest first.

After all, there might be a considerable psychological burden involved in taking action against someone like Lord Long.

"Creak..."

The bathroom door was slowly pushed open, interrupting Jiang Rou's thoughts. She then saw Su Qinghe, her legs trembling, emerging from the bathroom while leaning against the wall.

"Sister Qinghe? You..."

"Maybe I really did wash for too long." Su Qinghe slumped weakly in the chair, her exposed skin flushed with a warm, ambiguous pink.

Jiang Rou looked at her innocent, first-timer-like appearance and guessed what was going on, but didn't say anything.

Although doing this in someone else's dorm room is not very appropriate, we are good friends after all, so it's best not to ask and make things awkward for each other.

Jiang Rou found Su Qinghe increasingly strange, and stood with her legs turned inward.

During this time, she also controlled her desires, which is something a qualified bedchamber maid needs to do.

You can't waste durability carelessly, otherwise you won't be able to give the immortals the best experience.

The most perfect night must be reserved for the immortals.

Jiang Rou was almost used to it, especially these past few days living with the aloof Xiao Shuyao, she was starting to be assimilated.

Quickly drink a beverage to calm your nerves.

Jiang Rou went back to her room and grabbed a bottle of Xiao Shuyao's drink. She gulped it down and immediately felt much more refreshed.

"Xiaorou, can I have a sip?"

Su Qinghe asked her for some, fanning her sweaty face with her small hand, "I'm a little dehydrated."

"Oh, oh." Jiang Rou forced a smile, thinking to herself, how could they not be dehydrated?

"Thank you." Su Qinghe took a sip of her drink as if she had been granted a pardon, and the unsettling taste immediately spread throughout her mouth.

It's not bad, but it's not good either.

It's a bit like eating chili peppers; it hurts your tongue, and the more it hurts, the more you want to eat it.

She drank a few more sips.

"Chirp chirp?" Just then, two sparrows landed on the balcony. These sparrows looked very unusual; they were larger than ordinary sparrows, and their feathers even shone...reflected light?

The sparrows looked at the drink in her hand with surprise, chirping as if they were gossiping.

Soon, more sparrows flew over and started pointing and whispering at her.

"Xiaorou, are there many sparrows in Ning'an?" she asked curiously, turning her gaze away.

"It seems there are quite a lot. There are many demons and animals in Ning'an, and they are all very intelligent."

"so."

Su Qinghe put down her drink, took out the portrait she had drawn in the library that afternoon, and then took out "The Tale of Yan Chen" to look at it again and again.

She didn't make a mistake in the profile, so it really is Shuyao based on Zhang Chen?

Su Qinghe sighed. She never thought she would be reduced to relying on her sister for benefits. Zhang Chen didn't even want the money. There was nothing she could do.

The girl changed into a lighter Hanfu, found a piece of white paper, and, facing the chirping sparrows on the balcony, prepared to draw this playful scene...

But as soon as her brush touched the ground, a strange landscape painting appeared in her mind... In the painting, before an ancient city, ferocious beasts roamed, bloodthirsty and malevolent, the air outside the city filled with a bloody aura, like a purgatory. A man stood before the city, single-handedly holding the pass, raising his hand to create a chasm and a silver river, opening up the heavens and the earth.

Su Qinghe fell into a mysterious state. Her hands seemed to move uncontrollably across the drawing paper. In just a few minutes, she drew the scene in her mind.

The ink in the painting inexplicably turned into watercolor, the white paper became rice paper, and the entire painting was aged right before her eyes... as if it were a work from thousands of years ago.

"Chirp chirp!"

Sparrows hopped down from the balcony and perched on her shoulder. Before she could react, several sparrows snatched her painting and flew off the balcony.

"Mistake!" Su Qinghe reached out to grab it back, but it was too late.

The drawing paper floated into the sky and disappeared from her sight. At the same time, a firecracker sounded in the sky, which sounded like fireworks.

One burst after another, it seemed as if some firework debris was falling, adding a touch of festivity to the usually quiet night sky of the small county town.

I don't know which family in Ning'an was celebrating a happy occasion... they set off a huge firework.

"The vast starry sky." Xiao Shuyao also came to the balcony, stopped writing, and looked at the sky.

"The sunset here is indeed more beautiful than in the capital." Su Qinghe rested her fair chin on her hand, momentarily forgetting the mysterious event that had just occurred.

"Because there are immortals here," Xiao Shuyao blurted out. "This little town is very gentle, and I plan to settle down here."

"Settle down?" Su Qinghe was slightly taken aback. "That's something I could consider. I'm getting tired of living in the Beijing area."

"Qinghe, if you have some free time, could you draw some illustrations for me?"

"The illustrations for your book? That's fine, but I'm still busy..."

"It's extremely urgent."

"Is it really that urgent? Your book review award doesn't even need illustrations, does it?"

"Some people can't read the text, so if possible, I would even like you to draw it as a comic strip."

1

Why?

Xiao Shuyao closed her notebook. Today, she wasn't wearing a cheongsam, but instead, like Su Qinghe, she wore a more retro dress, the gauze swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"Suddenly it's evening in the human world, and autumn has arrived in the mountains and rivers."

She murmured, her hand gripping the pen tighter, and looked earnestly at Su Qinghe: "We have all forgotten one person in history."

"7

"Who?" Su Qinghe stared intently.

"...You're drinking his beverage right now." Xiao Shuyao pointed awkwardly. "Go ahead and drink it, but remember to wash your hands afterwards."

"If you accidentally get some residue on your hands in the shower, you might gain weight."

"Is it really that high in sugar?"

"The kind of fat that only gets in the belly, you can't lose it even if you diet."

"?"

Inside the company.

"President Chen... the sound, the sound, I don't know what happened, it all exploded in an instant!" An employee ran into the office in a panic.

"Shut up."

A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair leaned back in his boss's chair and sighed, "Do you think I'm deaf? Do you think I wouldn't hear such a loud explosion outside?"

"Mr. Chen, so, what's next..."

"Damn it!" Chen Tianhe slammed his fist on the computer screen, punching a hole in the screen and the computer case. He then turned around and glared at his employees.

"No wonder Shen Nianxi can't even manage Ning An properly, how can she manage a bunch of good-for-nothings like you?!"

"Don't you understand to immediately suppress public opinion, retrieve the remains of the soprano, and stage it as a fireworks display? Do you expect me to do that?!"

The employee shuddered and bowed repeatedly in apology. Facing the boss who had been transferred from the Northern School to take over Zhou Nang's position, even though he was the second or third-in-command of the Southern School, he dared not utter a word of rebuttal.

"Mr. Chen, a top-tier soprano costs 20 million, a loss of billions... I'm afraid the company can't afford that..."

"I know." Chen Tianhe calmed down. "So many big shots from Beijing and Shanghai have come to Ning'an this time, wanting to get some benefits. Let each of them contribute a little."

"Let Shen Nianxi handle this mess, and as compensation, let's return the real power to her."

"Mr. Chen, are we leaving Ning'an now?"

"What, you want to stay here and be drowned in spittle?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"Zhou Nang isn't dead yet, is he? Take him to the north and say that he concealed crucial information. He's lived for three hundred years; it's time for him to die."

Chen Tianhe tapped the table, pondering.

"Mr. Chen." Suddenly, another employee wearing glasses walked in with a report. "We retrieved the footage before the sonar was destroyed, and there were a large number of low-level bird demons circling around the sonar."

"Perhaps it is that Xuanfeng Demon King... but we do not know her exact identity."

"It has nothing to do with bird demons." Chen Tianhe watched the video and denied it. "Even when the sonar is normally closed, it still produces low-power noise, which is normal for attracting bird demons."

"Moreover, this level of weapon against demons will automatically activate a high-power mode when interfered with, which will kill these low-level bird demons 100% of the time; they absolutely cannot withstand it."

"The one who made the move is far more terrifying than you imagine. He destroyed a series of sonars silently, almost at the same time."

"Our worst fears have come true," Chen Tianhe said in a deep voice. "We're not afraid of how high the monsters' cultivation level is, but we are afraid that they will become intelligent and retaliate with technology."

"After all, most cutting-edge technologies today rely on monsters. Even ultra-high voltage power grids cannot function without the help of eel spirits with electrical conductivity."

"I understand, Mr. Chen. That's why the company is afraid of that person coming back. He's a human being, and he's much more enlightened than a monster," the bespectacled employee said.

"You're wrong," Chen Tianhe laughed. "He's an immortal, not a human."

"The reason why the company didn't keep any information about him and never studied him is because they were afraid that someone would see it and develop a belief in him. That's what makes immortals so terrifying."

"Have you heard of Cthulhu? Immortals are like a form of mental pollution."

"So this time..."

"Whether it's that person or not," Chen Tianhe shrugged, "the fact that he's hiding in the shadows means he won't confront the company head-on for the time being."

"Let's spread the word."

"Let them out?"

"Spread the word that Chunyang Daoist is in Ning'an." Chen Tianhe's expression suddenly turned sinister.

"This... Mr. Chen, are you sure?" the employee asked in shock. "Don't we still not know who did it?"

"It doesn't matter who it is, but what matters is that they cause him trouble. More and more demons are coming to him, and he will eventually have to step in."

"We'll retreat to the second line, let Shen Nianxi come back, wear down his strength first, and then reap the benefits," Chen Tianhe decided.

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Two employees walked out of the office.

"Oh shit..."

No sooner had the person left than Chen Tianhe's breathing became erratic. A moment later, his expression turned ferocious, losing all his previous composure. He frantically overturned the entire desk, smashing things everywhere, venting his anger.

"Ring ring..." The cell phone rang.

"Hey? Big brother, it's me, Xiao Jun. Have you come to Ning'an? I've run into some trouble. Could you help me look into someone?"

"His name is Zhang Chen, a student at Nanjing University..."

"Get out!" Chen Tianhe roared. "Can't you do anything worthwhile in Ning'an?! How many times have I told you that opening boxes is a fucking illegal act! Do you really think nobody knows about your dirty secrets?!"

"Brother, please, he's run off with Xiaorou and Yaoyao... I'm not going to do anything to him, but at least I should check his background, right? What if he's some kind of enemy?"

"Go to hell! If you're going to steal a woman, just do it! Stop making it sound so noble. Figure it out yourself! Don't bother me!"

After saying that, Chen Tianhe hung up the phone, lay down on the table, and lit a cigarette.

Perhaps out of curiosity, he opened the file tablet and looked up the student named Zhang Chen.

Upon seeing that the matchmaker was a "gardener," Chen Tianhe raised an eyebrow and pondered for a long time.

After a long pause, he seemed to laugh at his own foolish suspicion, threw the tablet hard on the ground, and cursed, "It's just a fox's male servant, making a mountain out of a molehill."

Zhang Chen picked up a piece of fallen sonar debris, a feeling stirring within him.

That painting.

Just like the last time it rewound, it had some impact on reality, resulting in the creation of a relic that shouldn't have existed in the first place.

I wonder where that painting went, and whether Su Xiaomei painted his face.

"June ~ Snowflakes ~"

With his headphones on and playing Little Yakiniku's love songs, Zhang Chen's mental state slowly returned to normal from two thousand years ago.

If we were to understand Lin Yinmeng's songs in human language, they would be love songs that are neither too light nor too heavy, but rather deeply affectionate.

But Zhang Chen usually tries to understand using the language of birds.

The consequence of this interpretation is that the entire song is full of vulgar language, including things like "thick taro milk tea, no taro milk tea" and so on.

He really missed the little bird. Putting everything else aside, Lin Yinmeng was the most obedient to him. She was a sweet, kind, and slightly sultry older sister in black stockings. No matter what strange requests Zhang Chen made, she would always accept them and do her best to fulfill them.

Even if the little bird is seeing stars and is about to faint, it will still force itself to smile sweetly at him if he pats it on the peach.

As Zhang Chen listened to the music, he passed by the alleyway. Many people in Ning'an liked to listen to Lin Yinmeng's songs, and some even used her songs to dance in the square at night.

As we passed the supermarket's large screen, several female students were gathered around it, looking all alluring.

Zhang Chen glanced at the screen and saw that a blog interview was being broadcast, and the interviewee was none other than Lin Yinmeng.

He leaned closer.

"Wow! An exclusive interview for the new album!" a girl with glasses exclaimed excitedly. "Live broadcast! Her first face-revealing interview, and she's even completely bare-faced? That's amazing!"

"Hey! This photographer is doing this on purpose! Why is he shooting my face like that?!"

"It must be malicious, wow, but Nemuru really doesn't have a single flaw~ My god, how does she maintain such good skin?"

It is indeed very beautiful.

Zhang Chen looked up and saw that Lin Yinmeng on the screen and the one in bed were indeed very different.

It has a more solemn and serious feel, and it goes for a ladylike style.

"Thank you, Professor Lin, for accepting our podcast interview~ We are honored that Professor Lin gave our channel his first interview..."

The host was interrupted halfway through her sentence by Lin Yinmeng, who said, "This is my first interview, so please finish the sentence, because all my firsts are with my husband~"

This sentence seemed to have been unrehearsed beforehand, which frightened the host so much that he turned pale.

"Haha... Teacher Lin's husband? So Teacher Lin has a love interest?"

"Yes~ I love him so much~ He loves me too, we're each other's first love, and we've been very loving since we were little~"

"Oh...haha, well, Professor Lin, let's not joke about that. You mean your first love was music, and you've loved music since you were little, right?"

"uh-huh."

"Mr. Lin, we've all been quite curious about this. Your composer and lyricist suddenly changed to someone named Zhang Xiaotu, and your new album has been very well received. Could you tell us about this mysterious person?"

"He is my husband~"

"?"

At this point, the live stream suddenly stopped, and was only resuming after about ten seconds.

"Uh, sorry, Ms. Lin's wording might be incorrect. When she said 'sir,' she actually meant 'teacher.' So, it seems this 'Zhang Xiaoshi' is Ms. Lin's teacher? Is that right?"

The host's face turned bright red, and he spoke extremely fast.

On the screen, Lin Yinmeng smiled gently and did not answer. She simply looked at the camera, as if she were silently exchanging glances with Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen was stunned.

Then, the host quickly changed the subject, chatting with Lin Yinmeng about the song's creation process, whether the concert was confirmed, and the song's meaning...

The female students who had been excitedly surrounding the big screen now looked at each other, as if they had noticed something was wrong.

"Is my sister really in love? The more I look at her, the more infatuated she seems..."

"How could that be? It must be that disgusting MCN company deliberately created this hype to force her to say that."

"But my sister runs her own independent studio..."

The girls remained silent, their enthusiasm somewhat dampened.

"If this were a real relationship, my worldview would collapse. How could any man be good enough for such a beautiful woman?"

"Who knows..."

"By the way, when we were filming the music video, it seems like we did recruit a male student... The thing is, we only recruited one guy, and he was quite handsome..."

"Are you in heat? If you think he's handsome, go try to find him on a confession wall. Of course, extras have to be handsome. You're overthinking it."

"How could I possibly hate men... but if it's that guy, it's not like I can't be his friend with benefits..."

"Look at the photos, how handsome is he?"

"Let me look for... the photos I secretly took in the cafeteria..."

"Wow, this is amazing! Why didn't you share it with your girlfriends sooner? I want to wear diapers now."

Zhang Chen frowned and stepped back behind the crowd.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the yakitori on the screen, then put his headphones back on, as if to cleanse his eyes and ears.

If the dog saw this interview, it would probably bark again.

I hadn't thought about it seriously before, but now that I think about it, Lin Yinmeng is a household name in Ning'an.

But when she's with him, she's just his little yakitori, and even among the succubi, she has the lowest presence. She doesn't ask anything of him, doesn't make any demands, and just goes for it as soon as they meet.

"Bewildering"

Zhang Chen blended into the evening rush hour traffic, amidst the constant honking of horns.

Not long ago, he could still hear the neighing of horse-drawn carriages, which felt like a distant memory.

The regression has really affected his mental state. He needs to be prepared before the next regression, in case he stays for several years and develops a mental illness.

Zhang Chen deliberately walked slower, partly to calm his emotions about seeing Miss Fox again, and partly to see how much Ning'an City had changed...

The evening rush hour in this small county town is unlike that in big cities, where everyone is glued to their phones, carrying briefcases, hurrying along, stopping at red lights and going at green lights, and remaining mostly silent.

Ning'an is still the same as before. You can see acquaintances every few steps on the street, greet each other, and say hello. They can also invite each other to have a meal sometime. The elderly will make appointments to take a walk and do square dancing after the meal, and the children will also make plans to go to the park together sometime.

Zhang Chen traveled from empty-handed to carrying loads of bags and packages. No wonder, his reputation was too good; he was always given small gifts at the shops he passed.

In addition, he specially bought two flaky pastries and two fish cakes today. These snacks have remained largely unchanged from ancient times to the present.

It's time for the fox in the house to eat some proper food. It used to love snacks when it was little, but now it only loves its mouth.

If you keep eating like this, you'll eventually become malnourished and develop albinism.

"Squeak!"

As soon as Zhang Chen arrived at the matchmaking agency, he heard Rat Boss's cries for help.

A row of mice were being punished by standing in the corner facing the wall, which must have angered Miss Fox again. Of course, it's also possible that Miss Fox simply wanted to vent her anger.

The one entertaining the guests isn't Xu Mianmian; Rabbit is taking a nap in her rabbit hutch.

It was that aloof and cool fox spirit, sitting in the boss's chair, exuding a bit of the boss lady's charm.

Zhang Chen swallowed hard, walked into the main hall, and sat down on a stool next to Tu Shan Han Su.

The last guest tonight was also a female rabbit demon, but she was pale, lifeless, and withered... unlike a newly transformed rabbit demon, she had none of the vitality that Xu Mianmian possessed.

"Lord Tushan, please, please, let me extend his life a little longer, even if it's just five years, or ten years..."

"Your cultivation is insufficient. At most, you can extend it for two more years, but you can only live for two more years."

Tu Shan Han Su pursed her red lips slightly and said wistfully, "It would be better to wait for reincarnation."

"Anyway, your family is already broken, isn't it? You don't have any children, and your husband has become addicted to gambling, squandering all your wealth, and there's no cure for him."

"How many organs did you sell to pay off his debts? He said he was going to retire from crime, and every time it was the last time, but was he ever telling the truth?"

"Even if a monster's internal organs can grow back slowly after being removed, it's not as frequent as you do. Cultivation is not easy. In just these three years, you have lost at least a hundred years of cultivation."

"You will die in another year," Tu Shan Han Su warned.

The rabbit demon immediately covered its face and began to sob, but it couldn't shed a single tear; its throat was terribly dry and hoarse.

"I'll give you a chance to convince me," Tu Shan Han Su said finally.

"Lord Tushan, you can't be unaware of me, because I love him. Even if I'm deceived a hundred times or a thousand times, I'd be willing. I'd rather he gamble, really..."

The rabbit demon cried, "Gambling is like the stinger on a bee's tail to him. If he loses that stinger, he'll surely die. I'm so happy when I see him gambling..."

"Go," Tu Shan Han Su said helplessly, rubbing her eyes. "Go kneel under the Bitter Love Tree."

"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" The rabbit demon smiled and smiled back at Zhang Chen before running to the tree.

"Are you still lying to me?" Miss Fox rested her chin on her hand, looking at him expressionlessly.

Zhang Chen shook his head, "I won't lie anymore."

The fox lady's love, spanning a thousand years, surpasses even that of this rabbit demon.