Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

The four immortals who were always paying attention to the two inner demons naturally knew that what Xiao Chanchan said was mixed with some lies.

But Xiao Chanchan's desire to get rid of Annabelle is a real emotion. Several immortals have different opinions on this.

"Annabelle wants to kill you? It's just a magical power from the inner demon, how can it kill you?"

Zhang Daxian is more concerned about his own inner demons and he seizes on loopholes in Annabelle's lies to ask questions.

"Why did it want to kill you? Did you do something? Or did you want to do something secretly and didn't want to be disturbed by Annabelle?"

Mo Ling focused on attacking Xiao Chanchan's psychology, asking it to admit that it was trying to take over the host's body.

"Annabelle wants to kill you? Good! Mommy will kill it. We don't want it anymore!"

Shi Ning completely entered the doting mode and gave up thinking.

Master Zhengguang did not speak.

Xiao Chanchan looked around at everyone, ignoring other people's questions, and buried her head in Shi Ning's arms and acted coquettishly:

"Annabelle is a bad guy! Destroy it!"

Such exaggerated acting skills left the other three speechless.

Only Shi Ning enjoyed it very much. He patted Xiao Chanchan's back gently and comforted it with a doting look on his face.

At this moment, Mo Ling, Zhang Daxian and Master Zhengguang were all silent.

Because as long as Xiao Chanchan is still here, nothing you say will be of any use.

As for Annabell, it was obvious that she could no longer stay in the Heart Sea Villa, and the experiment of several people was declared a failure.

Fortunately, Annabell at least delayed Xiao Chanchan for a week, giving Shi Ning a chance to recover and also causing Xiao Chanchan's deployment to stagnate for a while.

This gave Shi Ning more buffer time to find a way to break through the inner demon calamity.

The prerequisite is that Shi Ning has enough willpower to quit the addiction created by his inner demons.

When they returned home that day, Shi Ning continued to accompany Xiao Chanchan, while Mo Ling brought Annabell back to Zhang Daxian, and the three of them continued to think of other ways to solve the problem of Shi Ning and Zhang Daxian.

As for Zhang Daxian, he was troubled by his inner demons today.

Ever since the spiritual power exchange office started using vending machines instead of manual labor, many immortals have taken the initiative to contact Zhang Daxian, hoping to customize some small gadgets with simple artificial intelligence.

He promised everyone that he would try to design what they wanted, but he did not give a definite promise. Because art requires patience and carefulness to create, Zhang Daxian cannot produce many things quickly and maintain his artistic level at the same time.

And at this moment, the AI ​​demon gave a suggestion.

"What everyone wants is actually just a practical gadget, not a work of art. The host can just hand over these people's requests to me and ignore them. This way, the host can focus on his own creations and help everyone make what they want."

Such a suggestion could perfectly solve the requirements of Zhang Daxian and a group of immortals, but Zhang Daxian instinctively rejected this suggestion.

Because he hopes that what he hands over are works of art that he has created, and he is unwilling to hand over anything that is not a work of art to others.

He didn't know whether this was his own stubbornness or the quality of an artist. He needed to think about it.

"What do you think, Mo Ling?"

Zhang Daxian sought advice from Mo Ling.

"I think that making art and making ordinary objects are two things that do not conflict with each other. A person can have a carefully crafted work of art, and can also have a product that is practical but ignores aesthetics. The two do not conflict with each other."

Mo Ling told the truth.

Zhang Daxian understood this truth, but he couldn't fully accept it in his heart.

“Perhaps your inner demon is related to this incident?”

Mo Ling made reasonable inferences.

Another day passed, and Shi Ning decided to stay at home with Xiao Chanchan for a day instead of going to Master Zhengguang's consultation center with Mo Ling.

"Huh? Master Zhang isn't here either?"

When Mo Ling arrived at the consultation center, he found that Zhang Daxian was not there either.

"He said that something for a client needed to be made right away, so it would be a little late."

Master Zhengguang said.

Mo Ling nodded and began to help Master Zhengguang organize the consultation office.

Without Shi Ning and Zhang Daxian, everything seemed to have returned to the time when Master Zhengguang first started to counsel people about their inner demons.

In fact, during this period of time, although Shi Ning and Zhang Daxian often stayed in the consultation center, Master Zhengguang still accepted inquiries from others. It's just that there are not as many people with inner demon problems in the immortal world as imagined. Most immortals only need to eliminate their inner demons to pass the inner demon disaster.

Therefore, for Master Zhengguang, he only needs to purify some immortals who are about to lose to the inner demon every day, and then his work is over, and he can focus most of his attention on Shi Ning and Zhang Daxian. For example, this morning, no one stepped into the consultation center, and Master Zhengguang also sat in meditation for the whole morning.

"Amitabha, are you free this afternoon, Mr. Mo?"

After a morning, Master Zhengguang opened his eyes and asked.

"Yes, Master, how can I help you?"

"Let's go see Zhang Daxian."

Master Zhengguang said.

"Okay, Master, would you like to go back to Xinhai Villa to see Shi Ning?"

Mo Ling asked.

"Amitabha, I feel like something might happen to Mr. Zhang, so let's go over there directly."

Mo Ling's expression became serious after hearing what Master Zhengguang said. The two of them said nothing more and quickly headed to Zhang Daxian's cave.

"Thank you! Thank you! I'm so sorry to have you do it again."

At the entrance of Zhang Daxian’s cave, an immortal was thanking Zhang Daxian.

"It's okay, it's just a small favor. I didn't ask clearly and made something else for you on my own initiative. This is my problem."

Zhang Daxian was polite in his words, but his eyes looked a little lonely.

"Well, Master Zhang, I just really like the lion you carved for Teacher Wu, so I asked you to carve an identical one. The original work you gave me was also very beautiful. I don't dislike your work. I hope you don't misunderstand..."

Zhang Daxian's guests seemed to notice the desolation in his eyes, and became a little restrained, constantly explaining.

Zhang Daxian kept saying that it was okay, but the loneliness in his eyes could not be dispelled, which made the customer feel even more guilty. He apologized for a long time before finally leaving with the lion carved by Zhang Daxian. The transaction made both the buyer and the seller very embarrassed.

"Zhang Daxian, are you okay? What happened?"

Seeing the guests leave, Mo Ling and Master Zhengguang flew down. They looked at the loneliness in Zhang Daxian's eyes and felt a little worried.

"It's nothing. It's just that the customer didn't like the work I designed for him. Instead, he liked the lion I carved for another customer. He hoped that I could make an identical lion for him."

"You really did it again?"

Mo Ling was surprised and Zhang Daxian nodded.