Ling Ling does not speak

Xiao Yanling stood in front of Xiao Huapi.

Xiao Huapi took an ordinary brush, dipped it in some ink, and prepared to paint on Xiao Yanling's face.

When the brush was about to touch Xiaoyanling's fair and clean face, Xiaoyanling subconsciously backed away.

"Don't move!" Xiao Huapi glared at him angrily.

Xiao Yanling simply closed his eyes and let him come.

Looking at Xiao Yanling who was half a head shorter than him, his delicate little face was slightly frowned, obviously unwilling, but he himself said that as long as Xiao Huapi could forgive him, he would do anything.

Xiao Huapi wasn't very angry at first, but when he saw Xiao Yanling like this, his anger completely disappeared.

However, punishment still has to be punished.

"I've finished drawing, you can open your eyes." Xiao Huapi turned to get the mirror.

When she just closed her eyes, Xiao Yanling just felt cool water stains scratching her face, but she didn't know what Xiao Huapi painted herself.

Thinking of Xiao Huapi's appearance, Xiao Yanling felt that he might not be far from that appearance, but when he saw himself in the mirror, he was stunned.

There are only wet transparent water droplets on the face, and there is no ink stain.

The brush in Xiao Huapi's hand is a brush that has been washed.

"The painting is so beautiful!" Xiao Yanling approached Xiao Huapi and said with a playful smile.

Xiao Huapi pretended to be packing up the brushes in a serious manner, and was frightened by Xiao Yanling's approaching movements, so the movements in his hands stopped.

"You will become a very powerful painted skin ghost." Xiao Yanling said seriously.

Xiao Huapi blushed and asked, "Really?"

Thinking about what my husband once said, Xiaoyanling's ability is that everything he said will come true, and I feel a little awkward.

"Could it be that you used your ability to help me?"

Xiao Yanling shook his head, "My current ability is not enough to that level."

Xiao Huapi felt relieved, and sincerely told Xiao Yanling——

"You will also become a very powerful word spirit."

***

The monster academy is different from ordinary people's academy. Usually, there are three days of classes, and only one day off. If it is the harvest season or some other festival, there will be an extra few days off.

For the other little demons, it is true that they have a few more days off, but for Xiao Yanling and Xiao Huapi, they have to go to school for two more days.

I don't know what relationship Huapi's father has with Mr., even though it's a holiday, he insists on sending Xiao Huapi to the academy to attend classes.

"The gesture of the Nian Jue is not right with this mantra, come again." While eating melon seeds, the gentleman stared at Xiao Yanling practicing.

Xiao Yanling's hands were sore from being pinched, and she couldn't remember the mantra corresponding to the gesture. When she got angry, she was just about to speak, but she was cast by a random spell from her husband, her lips stuck together, and she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

"Don't think about using Yanling's ability." The husband saw through Xiao Yanling's thoughts at a glance, and was so angry that Xiao Yanling was about to roll up his sleeves and fight with the husband.

Xiao Huapi, who was practicing painting at the side, raised his head and looked at Xiao Yanling.

Under Xiao Huapi's gaze, Xiao Yanling restrained his expression, stood back on the spot, pretended to be studying seriously, and occasionally glanced in Xiao Huapi's direction from the corner of his eye.

Why did Xiao Yanling suddenly become so obedient?

"How is my son's new skin?" Papi Huapi asked while standing next to Mr., waving a folding fan.

Xiao Huapi's current appearance was painted by Huapi's father after two days of staying up late.

There is no way, the body of today's children grows too fast, there is no final shape, the skin has just been painted, and it grows taller again, and once it grows taller, the skin is broken, so I have to draw a new one.

This beauty skin can be said to be the most satisfactory one so far for Dad Huapi.

Even Xiaoyan Yankong Lingchu couldn't help holding his breath.

"The little painted skin might still grow taller. I'm afraid your skin won't last long." The gentleman said ruthlessly.

Daddy Painted Skin is very confident, "You have seen me paint so many skins, which one is not as beautiful as it is?"

The gentleman said coolly: "Yeah, the ghosts caught in those years all looked almost the same. I don't know which ghost den stipulated that they should look like this. When they met, they realized that they all bought their skins from you. .”

Daddy Huapi suddenly realized, "So that's why they asked me to return the goods during those days!"

Mr.: ...Shouldn't you reflect on your own painting skills?

Speaking of the acquaintance between my husband and Dad Huapi, it started a long, long time ago.

Mr. used to be the chief demon catcher of the demon catcher alliance, and his performance can be ranked No.2 every year. Whether in the human world or in the demon world, his title of "Six water demon catcher" is very famous.

"The demon catcher didn't catch the demon, but came to catch me, this ghost. It's so interesting!" Dad Huapi hugged his "property" and was very angry.

The gentleman put away his sword, took out a gold pen from his pocket, wiped it with his sleeve, and handed it to Dad Huapi.

Dad Huapi tilted his head, he couldn't understand, what does he mean?Chased him for nine streets just to return him a pen?

Seeing that Dad Huapi was still unwilling to take the pen, the master sighed and said, "I heard from my junior that there will be Taoist priests passing by here tomorrow. Because those Taoist priests not only catch ghosts, but also demons, the performance of the alliance has declined. , we can only remind you secretly."

Dad Huapi didn't understand even more, "Didn't you say that monsters have different paths, and ghosts have different paths? Why are you so kind and still help us?"

The husband is also very patient. He has not been constrained too much since he became famous at a young age. He can say what he wants to say and do what he wants to do.

Anyway, because of his ability, no one would dare to provoke him.

"It's not like helping all ghosts, don't cause trouble, and live here well, so naturally you won't catch it." When the gentleman said this, he secretly added, "Our alliance is not like that group of Taoist priests, who don't care about good ghosts." They are still bad ghosts, no matter good monsters or bad monsters, they are all caught for performance. Although the top is pressing, our alliance is still very professional."

Dad Huapi stretched out his hand to reach for the gold pen dubiously, but he was afraid that his husband would change his mind suddenly, so his outstretched hand was trembling.

The husband directly stuffed the pen into his arms, turned around and jumped away a few times.

"I suggest you start Qichen immediately, they have already arrived at the entrance of the last town." Putting down these words, the husband only left his back.

Dad Huapi retracted his gaze, stared at the golden pen, without any hesitation, stuffed the pen into his bag, and hurried away.

This demon catcher is really a good person, but he looks a bit ugly, which doesn't fit our painted skin ghost's aesthetics.

The gentleman who was issued a good card sneezed in the distance.

***

It has always been rainy and rainy these days. My husband thought that some little monsters lived far away from the academy, so he gave them a leave of absence and asked them to practice with their parents and come back to school after the rainy day passed.

Xiao Yanling dozed off from boredom in the school.

The husband saw that the homework assigned to Xiao Yanling had also been completed, and his boxing and sword skills had also improved, so he told him the story of how he caught a monster.

Xiaoyanling likes to listen to stories the most, and immediately drives away the sleepy bugs, looking at her husband with bright eyes, and asking him to tell her stories.

"Your husband is young and energetic, and you don't know how to restrain your edge, so the brothers in the alliance are secretly jealous of me."

"Since it's 'Secretly', how does Mr. know that they are jealous of you?"

"...don't interrupt."

"Ok."

The master fed a fruit to Xiao Yanling, and continued: "The most impressive monster I have ever met is a big monster that is said to have cultivated for thousands of years."

This story of Mr. is a bit clichéd, it is not as good as the script that Xiao Yanling usually reads.

The big demon fell in love with a mortal, but the human and the monster have different ways, so the big demon went to the demon world to find the demon king, hoping to get the treasure of the demon world and turn that mortal from a human into a monster.

Xiao Yanling couldn't help interrupting, "Sir, your story is too old-fashioned, I can guess the next development."

Mr. sat cross-legged, and there was a small table between Xiao Yanling and asked with great interest: "Then tell me?"

"The big demon fought ninety-nine and 81 rounds with the demon king, exhausted the last bit of demon power, and finally got the treasure of the demon world, but one day in the demon world, one year in the human world, the mortal that the big demon fell in love with has long been reincarnated~" After Xiao Yanling finished speaking, he stretched out his little hand to touch the inside of the fruit plate.

The gentleman slapped his hand off, "Wrong answer, no reward."

After all, he stuffed a fruit into his mouth and continued the story.

"The big demon came to the demon world and saw the face of the demon king. Hehe, the demon king has a face exactly like the mortal he fell in love with." The development of this story seems to be a bit interesting, sir, which aroused Xiao Yanling interest.

"The big demon thought that the demon king was the mortal, so he stayed with the demon king. But he soon discovered that the demon king was completely different from the mortal in terms of hobbies and temperament, so the big demon had a showdown with the demon king .

"When the demon king heard it, there was a mortal with the same face as himself! When he got angry, he went to the world and killed that mortal. Before the mortal died, the demon king discovered that the appearance of his face was actually It can be peeled off, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a painted skin!"

Xiao Yanling gasped.

"After the big demon knew that the demon king had killed his beloved, he had a big fight with the demon king. This time their battlefield was in the human world, so our alliance rushed over to serve as peacemakers for the two demons. .” After finishing speaking, the gentleman did not continue.

Xiao Yanling was very dissatisfied with this ending, "Don't the big demon know that the person he loves is a person wearing a painted skin? After he knows, he will definitely not fight with the demon king, because that mortal lied to him!"

The husband touched Xiao Yanling's little head, and said meaningfully: "The big demon loves his people, not his appearance. No matter how ugly that mortal is, as long as the person under the surface is him, the big demon will still love you." would love him."

Xiao Yanling seemed to understand but not understand.

The next day, Xiao Huapi was entrusted by Huapi's father to come over in the rain to deliver fish to her husband and Xiao Yanling.

Looking at Xiao Huapi's pretty face, Xiao Yanling wondered if Xiao Huapi would want to continue playing with him if he turned ugly.

Xiao Huapi tilted her head, and blinked at him innocently.

Xiaoyan Ling raised his forehead, no, he couldn't accept it.

Little Painted Skin:? ? ?

***

Monsters have a long lifespan, but mortals have a short lifespan.

The husband took Xiao Yanling to the village chief's grandfather's house.

This is Xiao Yanling's first contact with death.

White curtains, white lanterns, and white clothes, only the black coffin placed in the main hall has color, but it is an extremely heavy color.

Xiao Yanling watched the village chief's children kneeling, crying and burning paper money, looked up at her husband, and was about to say something, but saw her solemn face, and obediently closed her mouth.

On the way back, Xiao Yanling asked: "Can't mortals go to the ghost world?"

The husband replied: "According to common sense, you can't while you're alive."

"Can't they see the soul of the village chief's grandfather?"

"Invisible."

Xiao Yanling was thoughtful.

The gentleman is a little strange, according to the usual, Xiao Yanling should have a lot of questions, why this time he just asked a few questions and stopped talking?

"Death means never seeing this person again?" Xiao Yanling asked again.

Mr. nodded.

Xiao Yanling touched his chin and said, "Every face of Xiao Huapi is different, and I will never see the face he used before. Is this also death?"

The husband didn't expect Xiao Yanling to ask such a question, obviously it was quite different from what he wanted to say.

"It's not about his face, but about his soul." Mr. paused, "Imagine, if you never see Little Painted Skin again, no matter if it's ugly or beautiful, you won't be able to see him anymore. In the future, you will go to class No one will cover you up when you are in love, no one will gossip with you, no one will hang out with you after class, no one will accompany you to practice spells, no one will give you dried fish in the rain..."

"Sir, stop talking!" Xiao Yanling suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Mr. stroked his beard and said, "So, cherish the person in front of you."

In class the next day, Xiao Yanling was extraordinarily attentive to Xiao Huapi, so attentive that Xiao Huapi couldn't bear it.

"Taste it quickly, this is the fish soup I made for an hour!" Xiao Yanling got up early this morning just to cook fish soup for Xiao Huapi.

Little Huapi blushed and took a sip of soup...

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Xiaoyanling: ...Sir, I want to change my deskmate!