You are not monster girls!

Chapter 11 Red Milk Dragon
In the end, Lin Muren had no choice but to let Bai Mengqing wear his long T-shirt for now.

The pajamas were changed into men's style, but they were worn inside out.

"I didn't expect you to prepare even the clothes so clearly, Lin Muran. As a member of the dragon clan, I recognize your status as a demon expert."

Bai Mengqing felt comfortable in her clothes and didn't mind showing her sleeves at all. She kept stretching her body and wagging her tail. She seemed very satisfied with her clothes.

"He's a monster expert."

"You made me wear that small dress first. Are you trying to make fun of me?" The dragon girl frowned and couldn't help but wrap her fingers with the hem of her clothes.

It was difficult for her to even put her hand into the clothes, and she couldn't even see the buttons on the other side, they were like decorations.

It feels like it's for male mortals.

"I just didn't expect the clothes to be so much smaller. I'll buy new ones tomorrow. You can just make do with what you have now."

Lin Muren rubbed his temples, opened WeChat, and sent a message to the red milk dragon.

Right now, socializing the dragon is much more important than the small amount of money that a part-time job would bring.

Bai Mengqing can't fit into Yun Yifei's clothes, which means that it's not just clothes that can't fit into her.

[Just call me Xiaolin: Brother Fan, I canceled my interview tomorrow. Sorry, I'll treat you to dinner another day.]

[Red Milk Dragon: Is the pressure that great? If you really can't do it, you should find a team to cover for you. It's too difficult to start from scratch and work alone.]

Yan Yifan is Lin Muran's senior by two years and currently runs a family study that is still struggling to survive.

[Just call me Xiaolin: There is no difference, it's just that I'm a slave in a different place. It's more comfortable at home.]

You can't say that you picked up a dragon and raised it, right?
[Red Milk Dragon: Have you found a design slave yet? The venue will officially open in a few days, and I haven't even finished the sign for my stall yet.]

[Just call me Xiaolin: Are you so hungry that you choose to eat your juniors? Brother Fan, you are really a CSGO!]

[Red Milk Dragon: Voice Message*4]

Judging from the length, Lin Muren didn't even need to translate the text to know that it was a Chinese recitation containing blessings to the family.

"Why do you keep pointing your finger at a glowing brick and smiling so sinisterly?"

The dripping hair brushed across her shoulders, emitting a faint scent of shampoo. The dragon girl had come close to her, her bright eyes fixed on the screen.

"Red milk shag?"

No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the word looked weird.

"This character is pronounced 'long', not 'meng'. This is a mobile phone. You can think of it as a communication disk."

Lin Muren quietly switched to the online shopping app and ordered a dictionary. It seemed that he would need to increase the amount of social work he wanted.

Or should we let her learn to watch TV first?
This dragon can understand human language, and she looks so irritable that she doesn't seem able to concentrate on reading.

Watching TV may be the most efficient way to learn.

It just so happened that when I applied for a phone card, the operator forced me to buy a set-top box. I paired it with the second-hand large screen in the living room and adjusted the settings in advance. Even this dragon can use it smoothly.

Smart TV?

It's just a large-sized advertising player, and there's no way I'd buy it.

Bai Mengqing pointed at the red milk dragon's head and asked cautiously:

"This evil creature looks like it has sharp claws and teeth, yet it can be called a dragon. What is a red milk dragon?"

She thought it was very strange. Why was he holding a cane when he was called Long? Couldn't he just spray it with his mouth? And he even added the word "milk".

"This world not only has red milk dragons, but also gray milk dragons and black milk dragons. If you reveal your dragon identity, you will be captured and sliced ​​into pieces and turned into a milk dragon."

Lin Muren opened the emoji package saved in WeChat and said in a deliberately low voice: "This is the milk dragon."

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Bai Mengqing said nothing, but subconsciously covered his dragon horns with his hands and nodded blindly, with his tail wrapped around his thighs and shaking at a high frequency.

This seems too stupid. Could this be the reason why there are no dragons in this world?

Dangerous, too dangerous!!!
She thought that after ascending to heaven, she would be able to fight at least, but she didn't expect that this place was full of powerful people.

It's so easy to fool.

"That's why I told you not to call yourself a dragon and not to abuse your abilities."

Seeing the Dragon Girl's appearance, Lin Muren pretended to be helpless and continued to fool her.

Sometimes deception is more effective than direct warning.

"As expected of an expert on evil animals," Bai Mengqing couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"He's a monster expert."

Seeing the dragon girl so scared, Lin Muren laughed and noticed the green scales on her hands and feet: "What's wrong with your hands?

"Isn't it normal to remove your disguise after showering and changing clothes?"

The dragon girl puffed out her chest and tugged at her collar, revealing the outline of the mountain more clearly. "Disguise?"

Lin Muren was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood what the dragon girl meant: "Can the ink hide the tail? If so, how long can it last?"

"It can usually last for 12 hours. If it is sealed, only its shape will remain."

"It's finally of some use."

"This is the supreme magic of the immortals!!"

"At least it's useless now, okay."

“It’s still useful now!”

Bai Mengqing raised her tail high and pulled at the door of her shorts that was about to burst: "Why is the placket designed so small? Can't it be a little bigger?"

Her tail was so tied up that it felt numb.

"Please don't compare your size to normal people."

"Mortals also have tails?" Bai Mengqing's tail immediately curled up into a question mark when he heard it.

"Strictly speaking, no. You'll understand later."

After chatting with Yan Yifan about family matters and sending each other sincere blessings, Lin Muren sent a message to Director Lu, asking for some original footage from the venue to cut a behind-the-scenes clip.

Since you've already taken advantage of it, just keep doing it.

After Director Lu replied with a "1", he handed over the network disk link. After all, it is rare to find people who are as capable as cattle and horses these days, so it would be a waste not to use it.

[Director Lu: Xiaolin, based on your professional attitude and ability, you will definitely be very popular in the future!]

[Just call me Xiaolin: Director Lu, I'd be grateful if you didn't think I was taking advantage of you.]

[Director Lu: Just show me the edited version and I’ll add a joint.]

Lin Muren is one of the few members who retains the online disk membership, but his home is a small water pipe, and it still takes some time to download 120g of materials.

Lin Muran cut into the backstage of Lanp——

Mantis Girl has made it to the top 40 of the newcomer list, and her number of fans has exceeded that of the small broken station and reached 1.5, but the number of paying users of Hefan and Hongp is still only a handful.

If there is no good story to establish the character, it is simply wishful thinking to expect the perverts to pay for the OC's appearance.

If I want to increase the payment rate, I can only go back to my old ways and draw some second-hand games or anime fan works.

In order to promote your own monster girl, you have to use comics to connect the story with interesting stories.

“It’s still a matter of story.”

He had just sketched out the draft of the coconut sheep when the screen was suddenly poked by a dragon claw.

"Why did you draw this woman with horns on her head?"

"Are you practicing with your legs spread wide like this?"

Bai Mengqing's wet hair fell down, and her fingertips pointed at the perspective line of the hips, "Lin Muran, you drew it crookedly."

This dragon also understands this? ?
"This is work! Any resources here require money, including buying you clothes. Working is the safest way to get 'money'."

“Then I can make money too.”

She observed Lin Muran's painting skills and found that the level was not very high, but she could handle it perfectly.

Lin Muren found that he had indeed drawn it crookedly, so he re-painted it in red, cut back to the table, and moved his chair back: "If you want to work, you must have an identity."

"I'm your cousin, doesn't that count as an identity?"

"..This is just an external title. The identity issued by the government is the real identity. You are now an illegal resident, a refugee. Even if you go out to find a job, no one will dare to accept you, and there will be people who will arrest you."

Social practice is the final stage of a monster girl's socialization, and it's too early for this dragon who can't even recognize a single word.

Especially in this modern era of information explosion.

"Yes"

"Pus, right? I know."

"It's Liunlrong!!!"

Bai Mengqing's tongue was tied, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. He spit out a few "Pah" sounds and asked with a guilty conscience, "Is the money I earn from work enough?"

It turns out that the reason why Lin Muren was short of money was to prevent himself from becoming a milk dragon and paying tribute.

He's said to be an expert on monsters, but he has a surprisingly good heart.

"Not enough, otherwise I wouldn't go and play a corpse."

Lin Muran turned the chair, stood up and patted her shoulder: "It's a good thing you came."

(End of this chapter)