Shotimaru Wen, who was struggling to write at home, was interrupted by a rapid ringtone.

As a reporter for the largest newspaper in Gensodok, although she is the only one from top to bottom, her writing is deliberate.

Although most of the time she was in tune with her feelings and wrote down the things she was interested in, it was only the first draft, and when the time came to actually publish the newspaper, she still had to delete the article - that is, what she was doing now.

"Damn, who the hell is it! At this time."

Irritably, he grabbed his short black hair, and was interrupted when his inspiration was springing, which made Shotimaruwen very uncomfortable.

"Ding"

And on the side, the extremely disgusting bell that sounded like a life-shooting pill at this moment was still ringing.

"It's coming, it's coming! Who the hell is that?"

Reluctantly dragging her legs, she walked through the hallway to the door.

Different from the electric bell in the outside world, the doorbell of the Shotimaru is also very retro, that is, a thin rope connected to the house is connected to the door outside, and the other end of the string is tied to the wind chime, and when the person outside pulls it, the wind chime will make a sound.

"Who?"

As soon as she opened the door, the Tengu reporter was covered in shadows - a tall young man dressed in white stood in front of her.

The contours of the muscles that can be seen even under the clothes, and the beautiful face that does not match the strong body, all make up a god-like majestic figure.

It is precisely because of this god-like appearance that there is a sense of majesty in the young man's body that cannot be ignored, and people can't help but respect him---However, it is clear that the Shooting Pill is not among them.

"Isn't that flying? Why do you have time to come to me today?"

Changing the impatience before opening the door, the current reporter lady seems very happy.

"Hey, forget it, let's talk about it when you come inside."

Without waiting for Feili to answer, she sent out an invitation, as a single woman, inviting men into the house, which was naturally easy to misunderstand, but neither party cared about that kind of trivial person.

Nodding slightly, Fei Li walked in generously without pretentiousness; As a friend who has known each other for thousands of years, it would be ridiculous if he still had to behave.

Like the Eternal Pavilion, Shotimaru's home is a typical Japanese-style building, and there is nothing too surprising about it, and Fei Li is not curious to look up and down He is not the kind of little boy who gets excited when he arrives at the room of the opposite sex, and he is nearly 10,000 years old anyway.

"Give."

"Thank you."

After taking the tea brewed by Shooting Pill Wen, Fei Li took a sip of it.

It's the same as the impression of the taste, but it's also quite good, and there is no shame in the degree of hospitality to the guests.

"What are you here for? Are you looking for something to do with me?"

"That's right."

He replied in the affirmative, took a sip and put it down, after all, Feili didn't come to drink tea - that's what this generation of Hakurei witches would do.

And the shotgun Maru, who got such an answer, looked very disappointed.

"I knew that you wouldn't come to me if you didn't have anything to do, you cold-blooded guy."

Facing the resentful gaze of the shooting pill Wen, who didn't know whether it was true or not, Fei Li waved his hand tiredly.

"Oh my gosh, spare me, I don't know why I'm being called a "cold-blooded bastard" or something for some unknown reason, really."

"I guess that's your reason."

"Thank you so much. Old woman."

This vicious "thank you" must be taken seriously, but in line with the principle of not taking advantage of it is an idiot, she still accepted it peacefully.

"No thanks. Old man."

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"By the way, were you just writing about you taking gossip tabloids again?"

In the silence of each other, Fei Li was the first to speak. In his opinion, nothing good will happen even if he sticks to it.

"yes, how do you know? Wait a minute! What is a gossip tabloid?! It's obviously a literary news, isn't it good?"

The Tengu reporter, who reacted halfway through the answer, was suddenly touched by the scales, patted his chest excitedly, and said impassionedly.

Regarding the rise and fall of a certain 1017-year-old active female high school student's breasts, which is quite the opposite of a slender body, Fei Li glanced at it quietly and withdrew the topic from the original direction.

"If I want to tell why I know, I heard the swearing voice when you opened the door--I can't think of you being angry about anything but the news."

Even outside the house, for Feili, whose five senses are far beyond ordinary people, observing the situation inside the house is just a breeze.

"You know that, too! My inspiration has been interrupted by you, how are you going to accompany me? And I also said that my news is a gossip tabloid, and it seems that today is the time to cut off the relationship between you and me and ask for mental damage."

This obvious joke made Fei Li laugh.

"Hum Hum"

"Hey? Don't scare me, Feili."

"Mental loss? Was any of my words false? Your newspaper is a lie."

"Do you know what artistic processing is! That's what readers want to see, right?!"

Regarding the so-called "artistic processing" in the mouth of the shooting pill, Fei Li couldn't agree with it.

"It's just your own wild imagination, but to be honest, it's a good pastime for boring leisure."

"I actually said that my hard work is a pastime when I am bored."

Hearing Feili's words, Shotimaru Fumi's face was a little distorted.

"Don't put on that face. It's just going to damage your appearance."

"You wait for me, Feili, one day you will look good."

put down the cruel words in front of Feili.

"Oh?? Let me look good, then I'll say ugly things in front, Shotimaru Wen."

Shotmaru is very strong, and although he is not a big youkai, he can be said to have the highest power among the high-level youkai.

It's just that this is to a general extent.

Even a top-level big monster like the youkai sage Yakumo Purple can hardly be called strong in Feili's eyes, so of course, the power of Shooting Pill Wen is naturally far inferior to Feili.

However, there is not only one way to retaliate, but also a fight, and the job of shooting Marufumi is not a warrior, but a journalist.

The pen is sharper than the sword. If it is recorded in the news, no matter how strong a guy is, he will not be able to raise his head again.

Thinking of this, even Fei Li couldn't help but shudder--it was bearable to be teased by Yonglin Kaguya, but by Yakumo Purple or the words of the undead princess

It's a disaster.

Therefore, Feili wants to give the Fengshen girl a "preventive shot" in advance.

"If I show up on the Wenwen news, I'm afraid you'll be recuperating from your injuries for a while, Wenwen."

The handsome face that showed a gentle smile was more terrifying than a demon in the eyes of Shotmaru at this time.

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In this way, the meaningless but not obnoxious small talk went on for a while--saying whatever came to mind, and it was full of bitter sarcasm to the best of one's ability. For the two, that's how they communicate. If Shotimaru Wen had spoken politely to Fei Li that day, Fei Li would definitely run out to see the sun rising.

"Anyway, you didn't come to me just to talk to me, if that's the case, I'm glad it was."

"I'd love to say yes, but that's not the case."

Shrugged helplessly, Feili continued.

"When I went up the mountain, I was stopped by that little dog for a while, if it was just to talk to you, this price is really a bit big."

In fact, it was far more than a while, the white wolf tengu who stopped Feili was a serious and responsible guy, and Feili didn't hate this at all.

"It's a white wolf tengu, not a puppy, but that stupid person does look a little bit like not talking about her. What are you looking for me?"

"Intelligence, intelligence, as the number one reporter in Gensokyo, you must have the information I want."

"What information?"

"About the red mist outside."

"Oh that."

Hearing Feili's answer, Shotimaru nodded as if he had expected it.

"I haven't fully figured out what that's going on."

"It's okay, just tell me as much as you want."

"That's right. Now, I said, Feili, do you know?"

Halfway through his words, Shotimaru deliberately stopped and showed a cheerful smile.

Undoubtedly, in Feili's eyes, Shotimaru is also a beauty--I'm afraid that anyone with a normal aesthetic will feel like this--so this smile is actually called beautiful.

But for some reason, he always felt that the shooting pill was a little sneaky.

Sure enough, as if to confirm the correctness of Feili, the next sentence of the shooting pill revealed his true purpose.

"Is there such a thing as an equivalent exchange in the world?"