Underworld, the magic capital. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A young white-shirted scholar came out of Fanjing Temple, his face was tired, and the whole person looked lifeless and lifeless. Walking through the city and on the outskirts of the city, this is a dwelling near the official road, the houses look dilapidated, and the most unbearable thing is the horse-drawn carriages that rush by from time to time, and the loud noise and the shaking of the ground make it difficult to calm the mind.

"Xu Xian, why did you come back?"

The sound of complaining made Xu Xian's mood even lower, Xu Xian ignored the owner of the voice, walked back to the room like a walking corpse, threw down the cloth bag in his hand, and sat on the wooden chair, not wanting to move.

Xu Xian, an ordinary person in the Demon Capital City, but he is also a strange person. He knew that his name was Xu Xian, but he didn't know where he came from or what he had experienced, but he could read and write. This only skill also made Xu Xian a scribe in the Fanjing Temple, so that he would not live on the streets.

The woman in front of her, named Dong Jiaojiao, was also from outside the city, worked in Xinglong Commercial Bank, and shared this house with Xu Xian.

It seems that Dong Jiaojiao and Xu Xian are a couple.

"Xu Xian, when can we move out of here? Look at it, once this carriage passes, it's like an earthquake, how can people live?"

Xu Xian picked up the tea bowl and drank a large sip of broken leaf tea, feeling that the boredom in his heart was much better.

Seeing that Xu Xian ignored herself, Dong Jiaojiao walked to Xu Xian's side, pushed him, and said dissatisfied.

"Xu Xian, let me tell you, if you don't want to move out of here, I won't marry you!"

Dong Jiaojiao's threat made Xu Xian move his body, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head, and looked at the mottled roof blankly, with an indescribable irritability.

Tie the knot?

Marry a woman like Dong Jiaojiao?

Live your life like a walking dead every day in Fanjing Temple?

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Xian felt that his life was really a failure.

Is it that I was born a waste of wood, so I lost those bad memories before? Hehe, is it that my parents don't want to see me again when they see their declining face?

Xu Xian's pupils were dilated, and he was wandering outside, and in his ears was his rather beautiful girlfriend, like an annoying fly buzzing all the time.

This is Xu Xian, a waste wood in the Demon Capital City of the Underworld that should be killed.

In the early morning, a galloping vibration woke Xu Xian up, which made Xu Xian open his eyes from the wooden bed and look out the window, the sky was slightly bright. On the other side, Dong Jiaojiao had already gotten up, and when she saw that Xu Xian was still lying on the bed, she shouted.

"Xu Xian, how long are you going to sleep? Look at it, this house is about to collapse!"

"Wang, Wang. ”

A weak dog barking made Dong Jiaojiao jump up and shout at Xu Xian.

"You damn dog, you go feed him yourself, I'm leaving. ”

Wow, bmm, bh.

There was a distant sound of leather boots outside the door, which made Xu Xian's eyes narrow, and it was not until the wooden bed shook that he struggled to get up from the bed. After washing his face and brushing his teeth casually, he brewed a cup of egg tea, and ate a piece of steamed bun, Xu Xian poured some tea into Wangcai's plate, threw the remaining steamed buns into Wangcai's food bowl, picked up the cloth bag casually, and walked towards Fanjing Temple.

Fanjing Temple is a small temple in the magic capital, so working in Fanjing Temple is not an easy job. The scribes of Fanjing Temple have a decent salary, but the workload is very large, especially the daily repetition of copying scriptures, which is really a boring job.

"Haha, oh my God. ”

This rough voice frightened Xu Xian, and he was shocked, Xu Xian turned around and saw that it was a fat woman.

Sun Li, the manager of the Fanjing Temple Sutra Library, knows how to squeeze every employee, so she is deeply appreciated by the top management of Fanjing Temple.

"Xu Xian, I hope the scriptures on your table are not the scriptures I want today. ”

Xu Xian picked up the unfinished scriptures on the table in a panic, but what came from his ears was the disgusting ridicule of Sun Li, a fat woman.

"It's like a bubble of on the table!"

"I want you to put this book on my desk in half an hour. ”

After speaking, Sun Li turned her fat body like a proud queen and said loudly.

"Okay, guys, we're going to work half an hour overtime. ”

Xu Xian leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, shook his neck, and let out a sigh of helplessness.

What is the saddest thing in the world?

That is, you have to use pen and ink to make this repetitive repression not hurt too much.

Xu Xian's daily repetitive work was so much that he was so depressed that he was about to go crazy.

Do you know what is the most wonderful thing at the end of the day?

It's going to have to be done again tomorrow.

The lights are shining, and the night of the magic capital city is a real city that never sleeps, brightly lit and sleepless all night.

Xu Xian dragged his heavy steps and moved out of the city step by step, not wanting to return to that irritating home at all.

On both sides of the street are the lively and noisy Qinglou taverns, but unfortunately, Xu Xian's bag is empty, and he can't even drink a glass of wine to anesthetize himself.

"Hey, Xu Xian, do you want a drink?"

The voice of an acquaintance in the tavern came, which made Xu Xian raise his head, look at it twice, and finally refused.

"No, I have something to do, next time, next time. ”

Xu Xian shrunk his neck slightly, grimaced, and quickened his pace.

Behind him, there was a burst of laughter.

"You know, that guy is a soft egg, who doesn't know, he wears a green hat on his head? haha, what a soft egg!"

Xu Xian's eyes flashed, and then quickly dimmed.

"My girlfriend may be being by other men at the moment, but I can't do anything!"

Soft eggs!

Xu Xian touched the money bag, sighed lightly, clamped the cloth bag, and walked towards home weakly.

The prosperity and laughter along the way have nothing to do with themselves.

The Demon Capital City is like a show where a group of demons dance wildly, if you are not a devil, how can you be arrogant?

Xu Xian doesn't want to be a devil, this is true, but Xu Xian actually doesn't even have the qualifications to be a devil, he is just a waste wood, a waste wood that doesn't even have the past.

The soft eggs wandering in the magic capital city have no erectile strength or crazy ambitions, and some are just alive like a walking corpse.

Perhaps, death is Xu Xian's best choice.

The dilapidated home on the outskirts of the city was really dark.

Xu Xian pushed open the door and threw himself on the bed like a broken sack, motionless. Xu Xian found that it was difficult for him to care about anything recently, in fact, the only thing he cared about was that he couldn't care about anything.

This made Xu Xian feel anxious, isn't he even a fart, even if he dies, he doesn't make a sound?

Sometimes Xu Xian also thinks that maybe his parents, looking at his declining face, will be extremely disappointed.

"Is the number one waste wood in this world our son?"