Chapter 221 The Museum's Daily Life

"Stop! Jue, how can you wear clothes like that!"

"No, you can't, if you go out wearing clothes like that..."

In the Zhenyao Museum's second-floor attic, the Vodka N娘 was shocked to see the goddess running back as if escaping for her life, only to change into ordinary clothes. She grabbed the display window, trying to squeeze out:

"It'll be so ordinary, ahhhhh!"

"Wuwuwu, come here, I have urban women's office lady outfits, black stockings and long legs, Lolita white silk garter belts, all kinds of Hanfu styles, I can help you with all sorts of combinations, don't go out like that..."

The water ghost did its best to restrain the Vodka N娘.

In the end, it directly used a grappling posture to trap the Vodka N娘's arms under her armpits, lifting the girl painter up like a shelf. The water ghost was actually taller than Wei Yuan, about 1.86 meters, so when it lifted her up like that, the girl's legs were dangling in the air.

The water ghost gnashed its teeth:

"Damn it, did you drink fake liquor?!"

The painter, with two big packs of non-existent tears:

"I just wanted to play a real-life dress-up game, Miracle Nuan Nuan, no, Miracle Jue Jue..."

"I mean, I just wanted to change Jue's clothes, what's wrong with that!"

The water ghost was furious:

"I can't even bring myself to talk about you!"

"You just wanted to change her clothes?"

"You're just lusting after her body."

"You're so lewd!"

"You're the lewd one!"

"Bullshit, reflect!"

"Reflect doesn't work!"

"Reflect doesn't work, doesn't work!"

"Reflect doesn't..."

The War Soul next to them took a sip of tea, and the water god Chang Cheng pondered:

"How did those two get on the same wavelength again?"

"I don't know, you know." The War Soul held the hot tea like an old man, leisurely:

"Sometimes, crazy people can get on the same wavelength."

"Don't try to understand it, because you can't understand it at all."

The water god Chang Cheng was unconvinced: "What if I understand it?"

The War Soul glanced at him: "Then you're crazy too."

A fatal blow.

Chang Cheng was speechless, then lowered his head again to look at Wei Yuan and the girl leaving in the distance, and hesitated, "Should we just let them leave like that? Or should we go over and take a look? Is it really okay to just leave them alone?"

The War Soul sighed with emotion, "Let them handle it themselves. What's the point of following them?"

Chang Cheng was silent, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"I've already recognized Wei Yuan's strength, and Your Majesty Jue is the future master of Kunlun. In any case, we shouldn't interfere too much."

Vodka N娘 said, "I'm not planning to go this time either."

"Let's just put the boss's mission aside for now. It's rare to have such a good atmosphere."

The water ghost nodded in agreement, "Yeah."

"I think Curator Wei will be able to handle it."

Everyone quieted down, watching the two leave with their blessings. For a moment, no one spoke. The War Soul took a sip of tea, "So, what are we still doing here? Is there anything else to say?"

"I don't think so."

"Then... should we disperse?"

"Disperse!"

Everyone scattered.

The water ghost returned to its bottle of Happy Water, then directly created a clone and threw it outside. Slowly, water flowed out from under the Happy Water bottle, turning into hands that wriggled outwards.

Then, it left the museum, accompanied by the magical light of Happy Water.

The Happy Water Master of the museum made a dashing appearance!

Not going to watch?!

How could that be possible!

Eating melon seeds is a great thing!

The water ghost sneakily chased after them, noticing Wei Yuan and the goddess ahead, its eyes lit up. But as it got closer, Wei Yuan seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned his head. A huge death character seemed to appear above the water ghost's head.

It didn't hesitate and immediately followed its heart's guidance, darting into the bushes.

Then, it directly pressed its face against a delicate, gentle face like a white rabbit. They looked at each other, and its heart stopped.

"Holy shit? Vodka?!"

"Water ghost?!"

The two ghosts were shocked.

Then, they were furious.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming?!"

"Didn't you say you weren't coming either?!"

The girl noticed they were too close and subconsciously retreated, pressing the graphics tablet in her hand directly against the water ghost's face, flattening his left cheek and pushing him away from her. Her face flushed red, "Y-you, I'm a ghost, what I said was ghost talk, okay? Can you trust ghost talk?!"

"I'm also a ghost..."

"Bullshit, you're a god now!"

"Isn't what gods say even more bullshit?"

"Ah, this... you seem to have a point?"

The two ghosts pondered, then turned their heads and saw a commotion on the street ahead. A bald man nearly two meters tall, incredibly muscular, wearing sunglasses and a black suit, strode over, looking like a classic character from video game history except for the 47 barcode on the back of his head.

"Holy shit... Yuan Jue?!"

The water ghost's scalp tingled.

The two ghosts directly pulled the big monk over.

"What's going on with you?"

The big monk put his hands together, his expression sincere, "This poor monk originally came out to buy groceries."

"And then?"

"And then I encountered Curator Wei and the others. This poor monk, this poor monk felt that if I didn't come and see, my heart wouldn't be at peace." The monk's eyes were bright.

The water ghost pondered, seemingly understanding something, "Then this outfit of yours..."

A moment of silence.

"This poor monk felt that if I didn't come and see, my heart wouldn't be at peace!"

The big monk's eyes were bright.

The water ghost gave up, covering his face and saying, "Although I don't know where you learned about this outfit from, Yuan Jue, games and reality are different. Oh right, although you have Buddhist magical powers so basically no one else can see you, the boss can see you..."

"Come here, stay behind me."

The two ghosts and one monk secretly moved forward.

They looked up and saw the water god Chang Cheng standing in front of the milk tea shop.

In the end, the team expanded to a group of five.

Chang Cheng: "That's Her Majesty of Kunlun. With such a big event, even if the other mountain gods aren't here, I have to fulfill my duty as a member of the Kunlun god system!"

"Tell the truth."

"Since none of you are here, I'm afraid that water monkey will cause trouble..."

The War Soul: "I was worried that you would mess things up, so I came to take a look."

"Hahaha, someone definitely has to keep an eye on you."

Water ghost: "............"

"Alright, let's go together then."

The girl painter in a detective hat and silver-rimmed glasses adjusted her glasses with a paintbrush: "Our principle is not to interfere or disturb, just to observe from a distance. Water ghost, if you cause any trouble, I'll fill you with cement and sink you in the Huangpu River."

So, today's records are as follows.

First of all, Curator Wei actually took Miss Jue to a milk tea shop to drink milk tea. It was a regrettable and disappointing choice. When it comes to milk tea, or drinks, there's nowhere in the world that has a more complete selection of Happy Water, stronger spirits, more choices of milk tea ratios than Feng Siyu, or the honey wine, honey tea, and honey grapefruit tea of Qin Yuan.

But considering it's the curator's first time, it can be forgiven, a rookie mistake.

Mr. Painter's evaluation is passable.

Vodka N娘 drank her milk tea and gave a score.

And the second choice.

Curator Wei, Curator Wei actually took the goddess to the snack street!

Ahhh, it's such a common choice, the kind that straight men like. In fact, taking a beautiful woman with makeup to a snack street full of oily smoke is a terrible idea. The oily and cumin smells floating in the air will ruin the girl's carefully prepared makeup.

After a stroll around, the fragrant girl... is still fragrant.

It's just that the floral, milky, and cosmetic fragrances have turned into the fragrance of cumin and chili powder.

After coming out, they don't look like a couple.

They look like a pair of little fragrant pigs that have been marinated.

If a girl is willing to go to the snack street with you, eating and strolling around, this isn't your girlfriend, this is your bro. Why not just become sworn siblings?

The painter girl regretfully said that Curator Wei's choice was a terrible one.

Then, she took the mutton kebab handed over by the water ghost and devoured it in one bite.

And the third date location...

Heavens, my old friend! For the sake of Nuwa, why not make more choices? Oh, I mean, Curator, you're so good at fighting, how did you become so stupid when you first started dating? It's so unbelievable! Damn it, it's terrible, I swear I really think so.

You actually chose a movie theater?

The painter girl recorded it in a translation tone that made people want to kick her in the butt with a pointed leather boot.

A movie theater, of course, is a problem-free choice, but being problem-free made the painter very regretful. Problem-free means bland, means unable to advance the relationship, no feedback, just ordinary. In painting and creating, stories must be magnificent.

If it's a movie theater, it's best if all the movie theaters are spies, no, I mean, our own people. Then, after the movie ends, take advantage of the romantic atmosphere of the love movie and confess directly. If it's eating, there will definitely be all kinds of accidents and changes.

Being ordinary can't advance the relationship, Curator.

Why can't you understand?

Whether male or female, taking someone you like to eat is far less effective than suddenly showing up with their favorite food. The nature of people is to seek novelty, strangeness, and change. Hmph, it seems that Curator Wei will have to undergo special training later.

Naive, naive, so naive.

These two guys are so naive that they're like monsters.

The painter girl bit her pen, thinking about how to push forward the training course for the two people's relationship. What's this called? This is called professionalism. Then the two ghosts, one monk, War Soul, and water god lined up and took 3D glasses, walking into the movie theater, looking at the two of them with bright eyes.

And the painter recorded it in the movie theater.

The water ghost's body suddenly stiffened.

The painter curiously glanced at him, but before she could ask, her phone buzzed and vibrated.

She opened it, and it was a message from someone whose contact name was Boss.

Tu Shan Shi Nujiao.

There was only a classic smiling emoji.

!!!!!!

The painter's expression froze. The big monk and Chang Cheng were really seriously watching the movie. Suddenly, they realized something was wrong and turned their heads, noticing that the water ghost and the painter were minding their own business, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, like being caught in bed or exposing a double agent on the spot.

What's going on?

The sound seemed to be stripped away.

There was a soft sound of sucking on a straw.

In the last row of the movie theater, a lazy beauty with white hair rested her elbow on the armrest of the seat, leaning her chin on her hand.

She held a cup of pearl milk tea in her hand.

Her red lips and white teeth gently bit the straw.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, with a teasing smile.

Behind her stood a fox girl, wearing a bronze Shang Dynasty short sword on her waist. Her eyes were gentle and beautiful, but her temperament had a hint of heroism. She also had a trace of the divinity of the nine-tailed fox. The big monk had seen her before. She was one of the three fox girls who lived in the bookstore next to the museum.

Cold sweat dripped down the water ghost's forehead.

They were negligent.

The painter girl's mouth twitched.

They were careless.

Next to the double agent, there were still three real Tu Shan fox spirits.

What is this? In addition to the double agent, there are real supervisors.

One set after another.

The moment Curator Wei came out must have been transmitted to Tu Shan.

They couldn't help but come to the same conclusion in their hearts.

And the second thought.

Poor Curator Wei, always being played by his sister.jpg

After the movie ended, the two ghosts turned their heads stiffly. The white-haired beauty smiled and nodded, her lips parted, and she said three words that were like a bolt from the blue for the water ghost and the painter. Those were the three words that office workers hated the most -

Wage deduction.

No, don't, ahhhhh!

Wuwuwuwu...

The water ghost and Vodka were dizzy, but when they turned their heads, they found that Curator Wei and Miss Jue had also disappeared. Nujiao waved her hand and smiled, "Don't worry about it. I'm just here to stop you this time."

The white-haired beauty smiled, her eyes gentle, "Now that it's on the right track."

"Next, we just need to wait quietly."

"So... you're fired."

"Eh?"

"Eh, eh, eh, eh?!!!"

..................

Wei Yuan grabbed Jue's wrist and quickly left.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

More than anger, it was more like wanting to cry but having no tears.

I thought it was just one double agent.

In fact, everyone was.

When playing Werewolf, everyone around is a werewolf. In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, everyone is a traitor.

Their veins were full of vodka, not a drop of blood.

When everyone around you is a double agent, you better consider it, because in that case, you might be the double agent yourself.jpg

Who is the double agent?!

I'm the double agent!

He ran out in one breath and came to the seaside. A feeling of frustration rose in Wei Yuan's heart, not just because of those guys' interference. In fact, it was because he himself felt that his arrangements were too common and clichéd. This frustration was even heavier.

"I'm sorry."

After holding it in for a long time, he only said this sentence, scratching his head awkwardly, "Today doesn't seem so good."

The girl smiled and said, "I think it's very good."

The two sat on the rocks in front of the sea, listening to the sound of the sea breeze blowing and the waves lapping. Wei Yuan's mood gradually calmed down. Being able to play with Jue for a day was already rare, but there was still a feeling of frustration.

Now that he was quiet, the unwillingness in his heart was restless along with the deer in his heart.

Such a rare date!

Are you just going to give up like this? Can you stand it? How can you stand it?

You have to break through at least one step, damn it!

On a dark and windy night, Curator Wei's evil intentions rose, and his eyes stared straight ahead. Otherwise, with such a good atmosphere, should he try holding hands? Although there had been contact before, it was just holding her wrist or grabbing her forearm. Holding hands, holding hands is different.

Wei Yuan was a little nervous, a little uneasy.

He didn't change his expression.

He exerted strength in his wrist, and his right hand, pressing on the rock, stood up and walked over there with two fingers as feet. He was nervous in his heart, and the thoughts in his mind flew around, like those soccer commercials he had seen before.

Very good, Curator Wei has set off.

We see Curator Wei's right hand comrade launching an attack without fear.

He has crossed one-fifth of the distance.

Can he break through Player Jue's defense with the ball? Let's wait and see. Very good, he's about to break through one-fifth of the distance. Where's the applause? Let's cheer for Curator Wei's right hand. The next step is...

With a tap, just as he was about to cross one-fifth of the distance, Wei Yuan's finger touched a delicate, slightly cool feeling. The voice-over in his mind stopped abruptly. The girl's left hand was also coming towards him. The two subconsciously turned their heads, and their fingers touched.

In Wei Yuan's heart, the five-thousand-year-old deer snuffed out its cigarette.

It returned to its youth, frantically hitting its heart.

Little deer jumping around?

No, it's an old deer raving.

Under the starlight, the girl's face was slightly red, their fingers touched, and their eyes met.

Jue stammered, "I just, just wanted to see your hand, your palmistry?"

"Yes, palmistry!"

Wei Yuan's brain seemed to stop thinking, "Me, me too."

In the end, their atmosphere turned strangely to the matter of studying palmistry, and Wei Yuan was actually very curious. Did goddesses have palmistry? He seemed to have become a Kunlun mountain god now. Did he have palmistry too?

The two began to study this very seriously.

In the end, they discussed each other, very seriously. The atmosphere gradually ran wildly towards a weird and wrong place, the kind that couldn't be pulled back. The girl looked at Wei Yuan's palmistry and smiled softly, "As expected, your hand is much bigger than mine."

"Look, you'll know when you compare."

They raised their palms, and their two hands touched together.

"Actually, I still like it very much, Yuan, your hand."

"Me too."

"I like it very much."

"Yeah."

Time seemed like flowing water, peaceful and gentle.

Under the starlight, the two hands touched like they were comparing sizes.

Then their fingers separated subconsciously.

They naturally intertwined their fingers.

PS: Today's first update............