On the first day of work, anyone with a brain should know that they should wake up early to make a good impression on the boss. As the day dawned, I put on my cumbersome costume, and after camouflaging my claws, I stepped out of the room and went straight down. Running too eagerly, a "big horse tumble" fell down, occupying two or three blocks of the ladder. I went, why did it hurt so much to fall so much, I supported the ground with my claws, and wanted to stand up, but my claws were weak for a while, so I could only crawl on the ground like the "toad qigong" posture in martial arts novels. A pair of feet kicked me in the gut, I was very unhappy, why am I so miserable and still being molested? So, I glared at the back viciously, it turned out to be Uncle Zhirong. In front of him, I call myself the eldest brother, and in private, I saw him look sleepy-eyed, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands from time to time, obviously not waking up.

He stomped on my fleshy belly a few more times, and I couldn't bear it anymore, I couldn't swallow it so much because he was my boss. Just as his next kick was about to surging again, I arched back with my cheeks, and pushed his foot back, and he finally came to his senses, and quickly squatted down to help me up. He asked with a look of pity: "Dabao, it's okay, why are you lying here early in the morning, and I said why I haven't walked down the stairs, it turns out that you are here." "Blame me, I whispered to myself. After being helped up, I followed him down the stairs and patted the dust on my cheeks, and the helpless expression was written on my face. This was confusing to the "culprit", and only after my face improved slightly did he continue: "Today, you can perform on stage." "What? What to perform? Swallow knives?" I'm obviously joking.

"Hmm." He replied, I almost fainted again, although my body can barely withstand the attack of a knife, but if I am allowed to use the knife as "food" every day, I will vomit to death. I waved my hand and shook my head again and again: "Well, I won't do it, I wanted you to show such skills, not to make a living from it, but to show that I am not useless, so that you can reward me with a miscellaneous running plant for the sake of my ability." "Well, but look at this." After speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his chest, and I looked at it, only to see that it was clearly an "unscrupulous contract", on which it was written that after entering this museum and being appointed, the boss's instructions should be obeyed. The signature on it is written crookedly. I smiled a little happily and said proudly: "Dabao is not my real name, and this contract is of no real use. "What about this?" He took another item out of his sleeve. When I saw it clearly, I was in a hurry. "Ah, this is what the "beautiful lady" left me, give it back to me. I watched the bead chain in his hand, and my anxious heart kept beating, and I stood on tiptoe and stretched out my claws to take it back.

No wonder I didn't find it in the bed this morning, and I thought it just fell into the gap in the bed. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of this person, but he slept defenselessly last night, and unconsciously let people sneak into the room and take the bead chain. He looked down at me, the hand holding the bead chain deliberately raised high. How I wish I could have a pair of mechanical arms at this time, I have been entangled for a long time, and I am both a little tired. I pointed at him angrily and said, "What kind of righteous gentleman, playing this kind of despicable tricks, in modern times, do I still want to detain your ID card?" His eyes were sly and shining, and his whole person was like a stealing fox. He pinched one of the beads with his fingers and said, "When did I say that I was a righteous gentleman, but you looked at me like this." This bead chain seems to be very important to you, and if you are willing to be obedient, I will definitely return it. ”

Hey, I thought I could honestly work as a handyman to eat, and finally planned my superior plan, but I didn't expect the first boss I met was a black-hearted person, and I actually wanted the master to swallow a knife and eat something I valued in his hands, so I could only rely on him. I said with a paralyzed face: "Okay, boss, listen to you, listen to you, I hope you will keep your word." "Dabao, why is it so unfamiliar, I still like you to call me Brother Rong." He looked at him with a winkling look, and I wanted to shoot a cucumber at the moment, picking up the mallet and looking at his hypocritical face. But in my current situation, if I do so, I am afraid that I will not know how many despicable means will applaud and play with it. So, okay, the young man was very strained, and I quickly put on a very eager face and said flatteringly: "Okay, Brother Zhirong (brother and sister), may I ask when Dabao (Dabao your sister) can regain this bead chain?" Today, when all the guests are full, you can go on stage to perform yesterday's sword-swallowing trick. "Yes, yes, okay." I replied helplessly.

This hall really lives up to its reputation, and the endless crowd of people walked in in an orderly manner. Most of them are richly dressed sons of wealthy families or beautiful ladies in colorful costumes. I was forcibly pushed onto the stage, and the people in the audience looked puzzled or interested, but fortunately, their conduct did not stage a series of swear words. I'm standing on the huge stage with a demon clear soup, so embarrassed. I had never been so upright in my previous life, and I was a little flattered to be in such an embarrassing situation when I first arrived in this life.

When the people in the audience saw that I was standing like a rotten tree for a long time, they couldn't help but say something. The boss's expression was also a little subtle, and he quickly leaned over and said menacingly into my ear: "What, do you still want to get the bead chain back?" I hurriedly nodded frequently, thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of performance is this?" He turned his head and ordered, "Bingrong, and take the Jinxiu bag." "Yes." After saying that, Bingrong retreated, and in an instant, a set of leather-wrapped knives was presented. I glanced at it, and it was really a different kind, no less than the knives in the demon room. Now I am like a specimen who has been made a "living yàn". As soon as he thought of the "knife punishment" he was going to suffer, his body shuddered unconsciously. The people in the audience began to be unable to hold back because they did not enjoy the performance, and the noisy discussion became more and more rampant. When Bingrong saw this, it was too late, and a knife flew across and plunged directly into my right chest, although he couldn't feel the pain, but looking at the "cake brother" who threw the pleasant color last night, he left no room for it, even if he was a fine steel bone, he couldn't help but feel a little cold.

I just watched him plunge one different kind of knife into my flesh and skin, then melt into it, and finally spit it out by me, inexplicably sad. I really feel like a monster for people to play with. It wasn't until the whole set of tools was demonstrated that the silence in the audience gradually turned into roaring applause. Oh, the reverse is good, I secretly mocked myself, "The people here are so weird, and they are so reckless to see such an interest." I looked at the "mini knives" that I spit out on the ground, and then at the boss and Bingrong, only to see that their faces were replaced with beautiful expressions. I turned my head away from them and rolled my eyes, then asked, "Brother Zhirong is still satisfied, can Dabao retire first?" "You can put this away." With that, he took out the bead chain from his bosom that I regarded as a treasure, and handed it to me. I looked at him in disbelief, completely puzzled as to why he had returned it so lightly. Isn't it trying to threaten me with this object to "swallow a knife every day"?" Now that it had been offered with both hands, I reached out and took it and held it tightly in the palm of my hand. He slowly said to the sitting side, "As you can see, this child's skill is amazing, I am afraid that you will not regret it, so I let him suffer such a torture in vain." After today, this performance will not continue, please look at her normally, okay?" It's already an honor to be able to see this skill today, so how can you ask for more. The audience stood up and said. Yes, when I saw that little girl being stabbed just now, my heart almost jumped out of the Adam's apple, this kind of performance is really not suitable for now. Then another elegant woman got up and said. After she finished speaking, the audience echoed a lot of voices one after another, and it seemed that they were all reasonable people.

I was shocked by this unexpected situation, and stood stupidly on the stage. I didn't expect that the person who was still a gentleman a second ago suddenly became magnificent. It turned out that he just wanted to rely on his extensive social network to show everyone that I was not an anomaly, and it turned out that he just wanted to ask them to treat me equally. My eyes were a little sour, and I was about to shake my claws to show my heartfelt gratitude, and just as our hands were about to touch, his face turned hideous, and he grabbed my claws with his backhand, and tore the red silk that bound them with force. In this way, the difference between me and human beings is so vividly seen in front of everyone's eyes, and the embarrassment spreads slightly. If the face changes so quickly, there shouldn't be a second person. His face squeezed together, completely worthy of his handsome face, he took a few steps back and pointed at me with a fierce look in his eyes and said: "She's a demon, hahaha, what she said just now was just a well-planned lie, everyone cooperated very well, what should we do with the demon?" He raised his right hand and waved it forward as he asked the audience. I saw that the people who were still saying pity for me and trembling for me just now quickly changed into a cold posture. They said in a weird way: "Naturally, it is faster to get rid of it." "It turns out that every qiē here is all an illusion, it turns out that this is just a well-designed game, why bother to set up such a prison with feelings as bait, just to ruin your heart?

They approached me with all kinds of weapons, the literati supplemented them with hidden weapons in folding fans, the warriors attacked with machetes without pretension, and the women were not to be outdone and attacked them with poisonous needles in their sleeves. "It's stupid, it's clear that these knives can't hurt me, and they still insist on doing it." I looked at the "sharp sword" they attacked with an almost contemptuous look. I thought it would be just a "child's play" as usual, but I didn't expect to feel the pain this time, why does this knife-resistant body still have a shelf life? How did it fail? The poisonous needle that flew over was in the center of the mouth, and the slight tingling sensation circulated, and I fell directly with an unstable center of gravity. Just as I was about to embrace the earth, my eyes were open, because I didn't want to accept my fate like this. I thought it would hit the ground hard, make a "boom" sound, and then let someone slaughter it. Unexpectedly, just as my pupils and vision were blurring, I finally saw my fairy-like "beautiful mother", who was flying in the air with me. His face was still as beautiful as a memory, but his frowning brows were not soothed, and his eyes were full of unconcealable distress. He first stroked my forehead with his hand, his face was warm, and then he turned his head to throw away the killing intent of those "wicked people", and with a flick of his fingers, those people fell heavily backwards, and their weapons in their hands were returned to themselves. Especially the person who pierced me in the chest with a flying needle, her face, her heart, and even her every pore were baptized with her own needle.

The mess all over the place looked like it was going through a big scuffle, but they had no room to fight back. Screams and wails flooded the room, and the smell of blood hit the nasal membranes. The "beautiful lady" held me in the air, and said to the guests at the restaurant, Tong Zhirong and Bingrong: "I am not as vicious as you, this is just the way of others and the body of others, and it will not die but will hurt, so that you can learn to remember the result of the daughter's recklessness." The appearance of the audience was still a few words. He said hoarsely, "She's a demon, we're doing good deeds so that he won't harm others in the future, is this wrong?" "Beauty," waved his hand again, and the man stopped talking. "She's a demon, so what, has she hurt you, has she ever been with you, why be so aggressive?" "Beauty, mother-in-law" sighed deeply, and hugged the weak me to rude this place. My consciousness was still in a stalemate with the dizziness, and I lost to him. At the last second moment when consciousness remained, I heard the words of "beautiful mother" and the beautiful voice said, "Nanji, let's go home." ”