The director of Lingdan Pavilion, Duke Yang is very comfortable these days.

All because of Ling Pill Pavilion's sales have gone up a lot, more profits, which means more commissions.

He can also go to the largest Yihong Courtyard in Qinhuai City and talk to some young ladies about life.

"You, you, and you, be serious, don't make a mistake. Otherwise, I will be deducted from my wages."

Gong Yang carried his hands on his back, patrolling the staff of Lingdan Pavilion, casually reprimanded a few words, and walked to his room.

However, when he first came here, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body froze.

In front of the door of his room, there was a big white dog lying on his stomach, half-squinting his eyes, with a lazy look, standing on his head was a flaming bird that was giving himself a smooth hair.

"What to look at? Go in, the little master is waiting." Chi Chi raised his eyes, stared at the dumbfounded Duke Yang, and shouted.

What the hell? !

Can this bird talk?

Could it be that I am old and have a hallucination?

The corners of Duke Yang's mouth twitched, his expression unbelievable.

"Look again, believe it or not, the old lady beckoned you blindly." Chi Chi flapped his wings, making a gesture to fly over.

Duke Yang trembled. Whether he heard or not, it was better to slip away first.

As soon as he turned around, a snow-white figure stood in front of him, and approached with a grin.

"You old man with goatee, are you tired of life?" Chi Chi flapped his wings and said aggressively: "If you don't show you some color, I really didn't put my little master in his eyes."

Peng!

Chi Chi spit out flames, instantly burning Yang Gong's goatee.

"Wow, it's so hot and so hot." Gong Yang quickly extinguished the flame on his beard. The fire was gone, but the goatee turned into a rotten broom and gave off an unpleasant smell.

Suddenly, he wanted to cry without tears, and said, "I, can't I go in?"

Seeing Duke Yang walking into the room obediently, Dabai yawned again and lay down on the ground again, intending to make up for a sleep.

"Dabai, don't sleep!" Chi Chi pecked Dabai's forehead fiercely, and hummed, "Give my sister the little song from last night."

Dabai looked unlovable. She had been tossed for a night by her last night, and now she is still asking herself to hum that little song. This... beast life is difficult.

"Ooo, oooo..."

Dabai learned the melody and screamed. He didn't know which **** played the piano last night and played so nicely. Sister Chi fell in love with the melody inexplicably, and then insisted on learning to hum. This was too annoying.

If you let him know which **** it is, he must be killed.

As soon as Gong Yang entered the room, he saw a little Lolita about twelve years old, sitting on her desk with a lollipop in her mouth and dangling her little feet.

Cute is cute, but...

"Who are you?!" Gong Yang thought that Luo Xiaoman would be waiting for him here, but when he came in, it was not the little clever ghost.

"Who am I?" Luo Xiaoman crowed, took out the lollipop in his mouth, smashed his mouth, and said: "Oh, my heart is tired! Why do you have to explain it every time?

"I want to ask you something!"

"I'm your little ancestor." Luo Xiaoman grabbed the lollipop again, jumped off the counter, and said helplessly: "As for me, I have eaten and slept well recently and developed well, so it's like this. Don't Ask, don't doubt, I am the little demon king of Baicheng, Luo Xiaoman."

Gong Yang was stunned for a while, but from the other's tone and some characteristics, it was indeed Luo Xiaoman.

"Haha!" He immediately changed his face, rubbed his hands, and said: "Miss Luo, I don't know why you came to my Ling Pill Pavilion?"