Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

033.

Feng Chi took Ji Huan along the old street. When passing by the small restaurant, Erha lying lazily on the ground seemed to smell a familiar breath, and suddenly raised his head and whined. Blue eyes stared closely at the small mirror on Feng Chi's shoulder. Ji Huan was startled by its sudden movement and almost slipped from Feng Chi's shoulder.

Feng Chi took the initiative to reach out and pull the small mirror back. "You are too courageous."

It's really no different from the turtle.

Ji Huan glanced at him, and kicked again on his neck. He thought he had a lot of power, but in fact it was no better than a cat stepping on milk. You can only feel something rubbing against the skin of your neck when you walk down, slightly itchy. Ji Huan kicked several feet without seeing Feng Chi reacting, so he sighed and retracted his feet.

He held his face and didn't tell Feng Chi that he had just slipped in front of him. Such things as being chased by a dog ... Feng Chi would laugh at him? In just a few days, Ji Huan had touched Feng Chi's temperament. It looks so serious on the surface, but it is actually spoiled.

However, if he didn't say something, it didn't mean that Feng Chi didn't know.

Feng Chi glanced at the unusually depressed guy and gave a sigh, "The whole demon control affair that you were chased by the dog that day knows, what is it?

Ji Huan: "... Did you use the exaggerated rhetoric commonly used in Chinese classes?"

Feng Chi: "No. What do you think Song Shujing is doing to hold this dog in his arms?"

Ji Huan kicked Feng Chi again on the neck to show his anger. He pointed at the stupid Husky and said seriously, "I was helpless at the time, and I later got back. I bullied it."

Feng Chi sneered: "You bully a dog and you are so straightforward, eh?"

Ji Huan: "You are so annoying Feng Chi!"

Ji Huan, a very easy-to-fray character, could not be changed in a short time, and Feng Chi felt that there was no need to change it. Occasionally teasing Ji Huan, which provoked Ji Huan's prolonged tones to talk like coquetry, this feeling is actually quite good. He thought, holding the mirror and looking at it again, it was cute.

He held out his finger and poked Ji Huan's soft cheek through a small mirror. "Add you an ice cream ball."

"It's durian."

Feng Chi: "Just whatever you want." It wasn't him eating anyway.

Feng Chi promised that Ji Huan would only buy him ice cream milk tea and octopus balls, and actually carried a bag of snacks back. He stared at his pocket for a few seconds, and deeply felt that Ji Huan was useless to pay all his salary.

Ji Huan poked an octopus ball and handed it to his mouth, "Did you eat?"

Feng Chi doesn't really like this kind of snack. He doesn't have much demand for food, but he almost eats dinner. Snacks and snacks are only for him in the trash can. But today the situation seems somewhat different. He looked at the octopus **** close to him, and there was a longing in his heart.

The small **** are bulging, with a scent of caramel and a sour tomato sauce, making people almost imagine the deliciousness of the small **** bursting in the mouth.

Seeing that Feng Chi didn't move, Ji Huan urged him: "If you want to eat quickly, it's not good when it's cold."

Feng Jing slammed his small ball with his mouth open.

The taste is a bit like he imagined, the small **** are full of material, and the large octopus meat is particularly chewy.

Ji Huan stretched his head and glanced at him. Feng Chi's expression looked calm, with no particularly delicious expressions, nor was it difficult to make him frown. Ji Huan was relieved and started chatting, "I have tried to do this myself before, but my hands are stupid and I can't wrap it up. I have failed several times."

If you fail, you can still eat.

It's just that the appearance is not very good, but the taste is almost the same.

The speaker does not intend the listener to be intentional. Feng Chi heard the word ‘before’, his eyebrows twisted slightly, but quickly calmed down again. He narrowed his eyes and only said: "Buy directly next time you want to eat."

He can afford a box of a few dollars.

Ji Huan's speech made Ji Huan couldn't help but want to sigh. Feng Chi was really generous, and he was a little embarrassed to be generous.

He touched his face, as if he could be thicker, and he said happily.

When the two returned to the Demon Management Bureau, the gate of the Demon Management Bureau was open, and a black car was parked outside. Very common style, light gray mud stains around the body, Ji Huan recognized this car, Guo Sheng's usual car.

Ji Huan probed his head and sat on Feng Chi's shoulder into the demon management yard. When I first arrived in the yard, I heard laughter and jokes, which was very lively. Ji Huan was curious and couldn't help urging Feng Chi to go quickly.

"I like Guo Sheng so much?"

The sudden sound in his ear startled Ji Huan. He didn't react and uttered confusedly. But soon after Qi Feng's words came back, the expression of waving his hand was very calm, "It's okay."

Guo Sheng, as the head of the branch, is a very effective subordinate in Feng Chi. Moreover, although he did not follow Feng Chi at all times like Zhuo Guang and others, he still obeyed Feng Chi. The author writes Guo Sheng as Feng Chi's minions, but in Ji Huan's opinion, he is Feng Chi's brother.

Ji Huan's preference for Feng Chi's role was too much, and he also preferred Guo Sheng by a few points.

He held his chin and shook his calf, saying, "I heard that Guo Sheng will manage Lin City in an orderly manner, and the monsters in Lin City like him very much. It is much better than Zheng Guan."

Feng Chi: "..."

Ji Huan said by himself, he did n’t see Feng Chi ’s reaction for a long time, and tilted his head to look at him, “Why do n’t you talk?”

"There's nothing to say." He threw a word and walked long legs into the hall. Pushing the door open, the people inside saw him coming back and immediately waved to say hello.

Guo Sheng waved to Feng Chi, "I heard Song Shujing said that our sister-in-law came out, and I brought the special products of Linshi and Haishi."

Feng Chi coldly spit out two words: "No."

"What's not necessary? I brought it to my sister-in-law. Don't use it if you don't need it. Don't answer it for your sister-in-law." Guo Sheng's ability to accept is very strong. After coming to the demon control bureau, he heard that Ji Huan changed back, and was not shocked . Quite calmly, he waved at the small mirror on Feng Chi's shoulder. "Sister-in-law, let's see if you like to eat? If you like it, I'll bring it to you next time."

Ji Huan is too lazy to talk about the problems with this group of people. In contrast, he is more interested in so-called special products.

Sliding all the way from Feng Chi's shoulders, the pedals in Feng Chi's palm were about to jump towards the table, the palm under his foot suddenly closed, grabbed his foot, and took a familiar posture. He hung upside down.

Feng Chi's fingers clasped his ankles, and a mirror could not isolate anything. Ji Huan only felt that the place held by Feng Chi was a little hot and a little itchy. He unconsciously rubbed the other ankle, shaking his body in confusion, trying to look up at the expressionless Feng Chi, "What are you doing?"

Feng Chi: "What are you doing so anxiously? Things are here and won't run."

Ji Huan said dryly, shaking the small body, "Then you can put me down, the little **** just eaten are about to spit out."

Feng Chi deliberately hanged him for a while, but at the pitiful expression of Little Black Dot, he could only hold him on the table with a sigh of breath, and had to help open the specialty pocket with his own hands. Ji Huan drilled half a body in and took out a box of ham crisps.

Ji Huan's eyes lit up.

However, Feng Chi glanced blankly at the ham crisp, opened it, and took a bite. After a few seconds, his voice was cold: "Not tasty."

Ji Huan let out a chin and put his hand on the side of the ham crisp, "Really? Really? No, I will try it."

Feng Chi used his other hand to move the ham crisp aside, Ji Huan stretched his short hand in silence.

The distance between him and ham crisp is ten thousand miles.

"Don't hook my waist, I can't eat ..." Ji Huan curled his eyebrows, fluttering like a fish in the water, and wanted to swim to the ham crisp, but he was always suppressed and finally only pitifully Slap the fish tail sulking.

Zhuo Guang really can't stand it any longer. He took a step forward and thought about his boss. He can't do this with his daughter-in-law. However, as soon as he moved, he was quickly pulled back by Song Shujing beside him.

Song Shujing's high-heeled shoes stepped on his feet. He rolled his eyes in pain and could not help fainting.

Song Shujing pushed people to the nine infant brothers, walked to the table and lara to collect all the specialties brought by Guo Sheng, and smiled gently at the small mirror. These, milk tea is cold and tastes bad, and cakes must be eaten quickly. As for these special products, do n’t worry. They are placed in the demon control board, and the sister-in-law can eat it every day.

Ji Huan glanced at Feng Chi, and under Song Shujing's hint, Feng Chi nodded uncomfortably.

They said it was not delicious, so why are you so persistent?

Ji Huan just sat back, patting his big hand around his waist, "Release, I will drink milk tea."

This time, Feng Chi took the milk tea out of his pocket intimately and actively, and tore the straw packaging into the cup and handed it to Ji Huan.

Song Shujing: "..."

Others in the Demon Administration: "..."

There is one saying, boss, your careful thinking is really too obvious.

So their sister-in-law could not see it.

Ji Huan has always been a very easy-to-satisfied person, sitting cross-legged on Feng Chi ’s shoulders, holding milk tea and drinking comfortably, and forgetting about the ham crisp. Sitting for a long time with back pain, he leaned back on Feng Chi's neck and his back against the artery. He felt he could hear the sound of blood flowing in Feng Chi's body.

Guo Sheng's eyes unconsciously floated towards Feng Chi and the small mirror, and he sighed in his heart with only one glance.

Too intimate.

In such a dangerous and ambiguous place on the neck, a small mirror can still be so reliable. Who would say Feng Chi hasn't planted ... he can unscrew the man's head and let him open his eyes and take a good look.

After thinking a thousand times, Guo Sheng still reported the situation of the sea market in a clear and orderly way.