"Guo Guo, are you also from the Demon Suppression Department?" The fat boy, who was as tall as Gu Yuan's waist, asked with a smile.

Gu Yuan looked at his wrist and his expression changed. He looked at Li Siming, but Li Siming was focused on the chess game.

"I...? Yes." He said.

What's the accent of Guo Guo...

"Then are you a swordsman?"

Gu Yuan shook his head.

He knows a little about sword cultivation. He can be considered a warrior, but he cultivates his natal sword. Those who are just beginning to cultivate will nourish the sword with objects, those who enter the palace will nourish the sword with their bodies, and those who reach the top will nourish the sword with their souls.

However, Gu Yuan's understanding of sword cultivation was limited to this.

After getting a negative answer, the little fat man was obviously a little disappointed. He pulled Gu Yuan to the eaves, and then brought out a small bench.

"Guo Guo, sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea."

"Well... don't bother."

"It's okay!"

Not long after, the little fat man came back humming. In addition to pouring a cup of tea for Gu Yuan, he also held an iron box in his arms.

Seeing his mysterious look, Gu Yuan felt curious.

"what is this?"

"Hey, Guo Guo, these are all my treasures!"

"Um?"

The little fat man struggled to open the lid of the iron box, and some cards flew out. In addition, there were glass beads rolling around in the iron box, two small plastic swords with long fingers, and a crumpled elementary school student's homework book.

.

"Is this book also a treasure?" Gu Yuan asked doubtfully.

The little fat man had a proud smile on his face, looked around nervously, and then whispered: "Guo Guo, don't tell anyone else, this is a secret book!"

"Secrets?"

"Look!" The little fat man generously handed over the notebook.

Gu Yuan took the crumpled homework book, which still had traces left after being soaked in tea. He opened the homework book and saw that there were little figures painted on it. The painter was a mess, on the same level as Gu Yuan, and every little figure had something in his hand.

Holding a sword is more realistic.

"Is this the secret book?"

"Yes!" the little fat man said with joy, "This is a profound swordsmanship secret book! If you master the sword, you will become a swordsman!"

Gu Yuan was in awe: "Whose hand did it come from?"

"It's me who is a young student but has no talent." The little fat man raised his eyebrows.

Gu Yuan laughed.

Suddenly, the little fat man held the secret book and stopped talking. He just raised his head and looked straight at the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Yuan asked doubtfully.

"I'm waiting for the Sword Fairy to fly with his sword and fly over my head!" The little fat man's face was full of yearning.

Gu Yuan couldn't understand why this little fat man had such a deep obsession with the Sword Immortal.

I must have watched too much TV, and I will have to talk to the old man about it later.

But then I thought about it.

When I was young, I seemed to have a dream of a fairy. At that age, let alone a wooden sword, even if it was a relatively straight piece of wood, the rape flowers in the countryside would suffer. "Is there really a sword fairy?

"Gu Yuan said softly.

"Of course! I sit in the yard and look at the sky every day. Maybe one day, a sword fairy will step on his sword and fly over my head!"

"Oh... Then don't open your mouth."

"Why? Are you afraid of disturbing the Sword Immortal?"

"No, I'm afraid he'll spit."

The little fat man's dream of being a swordsman was about to be shattered on the spot.

Gu Yuan laughed and patted the little fat man on the back: "I'm just kidding you, by the way, what's your name?"

"Just call me Little Fatty Ball!"

"Little fat ball?"

"Anyway, Grandpa and Uncle Li both call me that." The little fat man explained.

It's just that this sounds a little strange.

Under the tree, the chess game is stalemate.

Li Siming took a sip of tea, raised his head and glanced at the old man, and said, "You are a little absent-minded."

From time to time, the old man would glance in the direction of Gu Yuan and Little Fatty Ball, and when he heard this, he smiled bitterly.

"I'm just a little nervous."

"Why?"

"I don't know, seeing this young man makes me feel a little... uncomfortable."

Li Siming held a chess piece in his hand, tapped the chessboard gently, and pondered for a moment before saying, "How uncomfortable is it?"

This time, the old man was silent.

After playing three moves of chess, he slowly let out a breath.

"It seems...scared."

Li Siming was a little shocked.

He did not continue to ask, but changed his tone and said: "Do you have enough food? If you need anything, just tell me and I will have it delivered."

The old man smiled and shook his head and said: "Look at this yard. There are so many vegetables grown, as well as chickens, ducks and fish. There is no shortage of food. Sir, it was already a great kindness for you to tolerate our grandsons. I dare not

Wish for more.”

Li Siming turned his face and glanced at the little chubby ball holding the wooden sword tightly in his arms. Immediately, he said softly: "Sorry, I didn't find that thing."

The old man's hand that was about to make the move suddenly froze for two seconds, and his eyes kept changing. After exhaling a breath, he dropped the move and smiled bitterly.

"Your Excellency has helped us enough over the years. Besides, that thing may not exist at all, so why do we need to apologize?" The old man's eyes were a little cloudy, "We have always owed you to Your Excellency, and everything is just our lives."

"I will continue to pay attention."

"Thank you, sir." The old man raised his head and looked at the little fat ball, with deep sorrow and uneasiness in his eyes.

After a game of chess was played, Li Siming stood up.

"That's it for today."

"Yes... I would like to send you my best regards."

Li Siming walked under the eaves and looked at Gu Yuan.

"It's time to go back."

"Oh...ah?" Gu Yuan was incredulous.

Li Siming brought himself here, as if he had done nothing, just played a game of chess, and now he is leaving?

The little fat ball was a little reluctant to leave. He took Gu Yuan's hand and said, "Guo Guo, come see me when you have time!" "Definitely." Gu Yuan touched the little fat ball's head and touched it briefly.

, Gu Yuan has a good impression of this fat little guy with a tiger-like head and a tough brain.

Pure, innocent, brilliant, and with a pure heart.

only……

After walking out of the yard and getting into the car, Gu Yuan just closed the car door and looked at Li Siming.

"Uncle Li, that child..."

"It's a demon." Li Siming nodded lightly.

Gu Yuan's guess was confirmed, but it was still unbelievable.

"If that's the case, then why can they live here?"

"Why not?" Li Siming started the engine, turned the steering wheel on the narrow road, and started to return. "They don't do bad things. You have seen the little fat ball. They are simple-minded and will not harm the human race."

Gu Yuan was deeply touched in his heart.

He really didn't expect that Li Siming, as a member of the Demon Suppression Department, could turn a blind eye to the existence of demons.

"Gu Yuan, do you remember what I told you before I came here?" Li Siming looked at him.

"Looking for answers?"
To be continued...