Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Bai Ju and Xiao Yao’s vacation basically came to an end on Friday night.
The group drove away from Haiyin Castle, and Qu Lang went to Shao Simiao’s residence first to pack up his gifts and take them away; after all, this was the third day since Shao Simiao entered the Tao. According to common calculations, Shao Simiao’s Yin-Yang eyes should be naturally closed tonight, so there would be no need for him to stay in one place to give him courage.
As for whether Shao Simiao agreed with this judgment or not, that was another matter. After all, most of the time, imagination was more terrifying than seeing, not to mention that a certain cowardly anchor also explored the thriller train and the vampire castle during the day.
Bai Ju and Xiao Yao returned to the viewing villa to rest and prepare for the next work.
The first batch of tourists would leave the island from Saturday night to Sunday morning, and the next batch of tourists would arrive from Sunday night to Monday afternoon. This season was the peak tourist season for Turtle Island, with more flights and ships, and tourists coming and going on the island.
The whole Saturday was basically the peak shopping time on the island. Many shops and restaurants would also launch promotional activities, and tourists would have more outdoor activities; this lively scene would continue until Saturday night, and Sunday was the vacuum period of the entire Turtle Island, and the staff on the island would also take this time to rest and recuperate. In general, the vacuum period Sunday was also the most suitable time for Bai Ju and others to take action; and Saturday could be used to mobilize personnel.
“You can’t do this.” Bai Ju stood in the small courtyard with his arms folded, frowning and looking at the red fox curled up in front of him, “Your combat effectiveness is too poor, let alone helping, if you really encounter something, it will be difficult for you to protect yourself, and you will be a drag.”
Qiu Ziran was staring at the same place, dazed: “Bai Wang, do I really have to practice like this?”
Bai Ju scratched his chin, sat cross-legged on the spot, and cast a Taoist spell on Qiu Ziran to help him recover: “Tell me first, what have you practiced in the temples in the mountains before, and what have your parents taught you.”
Xiao Yao was currently holding a video conference with the top executives of the Demon Management Bureau in the study, roughly deploying the plans for the next two days. By the way, he also arranged for a group of sorcerers and little demons to come to Turtle Island for practice.
This was also the first time that Old Dog Bai would officially come into contact with the business. So naturally, Bai Ju couldn’t be idle. In order to determine the difficulty of the training, he still had to find an experimental subject. So Qiu Ziran, the red fox who happened to be brought to Turtle Island by Captain Qu, became the first soldier in Old Dog Bai’s hands. It could be said that Bai Ju didn’t act too harshly. He created a mirror illusion for Qiu Ziran according to the red fox’s cultivation level and let Qiu Ziran fight against the illusion of the same level of cultivation as himself. He thought that even if he couldn’t win, the red fox could still fight a tug-of-war with equal strength. Unexpectedly, after a while, the red fox was… Beaten down by the mirror image.
Instant kill, complete defeat, no comparison.
Old Dog Bai didn’t quite understand this.
If this matchup was compared to a game, then Qiu Ziran should be a player who knows the skills of the character he uses very well, and fully understand the weaknesses of his own abilities, and can find breakthrough points in the mirror image in advance; and the mirror image fabricated by Bai Ju was just a machine with skills, without much thinking and adaptability, and only knew how to output in sequence. It was easy to defeat no matter how you looked at it.
Qiu Ziran secretly groaned in his heart. He probably also knew what Bai Ju meant, so he stood up and shook his fur. The red fox sat in front of Bai Ju obediently and said: “Bai Wang, I don’t understand my abilities… as deeply as you think.”
Bai Ju was very surprised: “How could it be? Isn’t this just like you eating and drinking water, isn’t it instinct?”
Qiu Ziran smiled bitterly: “Instincts will also degenerate.”
Old Dog Bai: “…”
Old Dog Bai doubted his life.
Although Qiu Ziran felt a little embarrassed, he still cleared his throat and explained to Bai Ju carefully; after a long speech, the simple summary was that it was extremely lacking in application.
He knew what he should be able to do, but those abilities were completely useless in his life, and gradually he had no idea about their power and how to control them.
For example, Qiu Ziran knew how his fox fire could produce sparks to ignite a gas stove, but he had no idea how to use the fox fire accurately to bypass obstacles and burn off a tuft of hair next to Old Dog Bai’s ear.
Bai Ju understood it now, so he stood up neatly and patted his pants: “Simply put, you just lack practice.”
In this way, since there was nothing wrong with his own abilities, what Qiu Ziran needed was adaptive practice; after that, it was targeted training related to skills.
Old Dog Bai went over Qiu Ziran’s abilities extracted from the illusion in his mind, thought about it, and asked again: “As far as you know, are the situations of other little demons similar to yours?”
The red fox hesitated, wagged its tail, and said carefully: “Not all the same… let’s split it 30% and 70%. 30% of the little demons are about the same as me, young, inexperienced, and having no practical experience at all. Rather than fighting, they may be better at moving bricks on construction sites or doing papers with a pen.”
“As for the other 70%, they may have lived longer, so at least they can use their abilities flexibly, but because they were later taken under the management of the Demon Management Bureau, they now gradually use their abilities in their positions and rarely fight and kill.”
The red fox spoke truthfully, he was not ignorant of the times, and seeing that Bai Ju had listened, he continued: “Bai Wang may not be familiar with the other little demons, but you can refer to Brother Bear for the situation of the 70% of demons.”
Mr. Xiong He, the agent who managed the three little demon artists of Hanhai Entertainment, belonged to the latter.
He could fight, knew how to fight, and had strong combat effectiveness. Although he may not have learned any secret techniques, he had a certain degree of control over his own abilities. The speed of combat recovery would be much faster than the former. He could thus quickly engage in combat and develop combat skills and his own potential.
But relatively speaking, these little demons were more likely to be disobedient; the characters who were half-baked, with some talent, some strength, and some ideas were often troublemakers.
After Bai Ju understood the general situation, he had roughly planned a training plan in his mind. He waved his hand to send Qiu Ziran back to the illusion, extracted an illusion that only accounted for about half of his own ability, and said: “You practice first today, I’ve set up a formation for you, and you can rest when you are tired; today’s practice goal is to kill the illusion within three minutes… ten minutes.”
Old Dog Bai handed Qiu Ziran a few talismans: “The illusion in the courtyard can last for more than forty minutes, and then you should go back. Some common illusions have been reproduced before and stored in here. You can take them back and use them yourself. Come to me tomorrow afternoon for inspection.”
After a pause, Bai Ju reminded again: “Don’t rush. It doesn’t matter if you miss the opportunity to play this time. It’s more important to play steadily.”
Qiu Ziran took the talisman paper and bowed his head obediently: “Thank you, Bai Wang.”
Bai Ju smiled: “No need.”
This was his responsibility; in addition, if the little demons in the Demon Management Bureau could unite, Xiao Yao’s environment would be safer in the future.
Old Dog Bai left the courtyard, leaving the space for Qiu Ziran to experience by himself, and then went back to the house.
He felt that this kind of training was actually a little tricky. The red fox Qiu Ziran was willing to cooperate, but other little demons might not; as a demon king, he would be a deterrent, but he couldn’t really hurt these little demons, otherwise it would inevitably make it difficult for Xiao Yao.
Maybe he needed to find some warlocks to help.
After calculating how many martial arts manuals he had hidden at the bottom of the box, Old Dog Bai calmed down a little and tiptoed towards Xiao Yao’s study.
Then he put his ear to the crack of the door.
The young man’s cold voice briefly and quickly explained the affairs, occasionally dropping a few faint words, as if he could not be refuted, and making a quick decision.
To Bai Ju, this sound was more beautiful and attractive than the knocking of top-grade pearls and jade.
During the few days of vacation with Xiao Yao, it seemed that he had experienced a lot of things. Obviously, the two of them were only alone for less than a week, but it felt like a long time. Every minute and every second could be recalled and savored frame by frame…
He almost forgot that when he first met Xiao Yao, he had an aura like a chill in spring. It was really cold.
Bai Ju touched the door panel as if to comfort him, turned around, and relaxed his back against the door, one leg straight and the other half bent, feeling the slightly cool temperature on his back, squinting his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.
The training plan of the red fox, the concealment and pursuit of the little mermaid, the submission and value of the vampire.
Bits and pieces of events swirled around one after another, but none of them could arouse his empathy; Bai Ju drooped his eyelashes, thinking that he was probably thinking about his boyfriend.
The boyfriend who hadn’t been seen for almost an hour across a door panel; the boyfriend with a faint lemon scent and an infatuated body temperature.
But the boyfriend was in a meeting.
Bai Ju touched his pocket but didn’t feel any paper; he pursed his lips, touched the top of his head, and pulled out five hairs with a little force.
The ivory-white fingers were slender and flexible, and the spiritual power that was hooked was like a fish swimming in the air. In a few seconds, the five hairs were tied into a small bunch; Bai Ju put his fingers together and wiped them, and the five hairs that exploded in five directions changed their appearance, and soon white light wrapped around the hair and spread, turning this “skeleton” into a white little man.
With long curly hair and a face as big as a fingernail, little Bai Ju was wrapped in a fat white fur coat, with two thin legs sticking out from the bottom, just like a mini version of the paper Bai Ju.
Old Dog Bai held the little man and squatted down, stuffing it into the gap under the door.
The miniature man flattened his body and crawled into Director Xiao’s study. He stood up with great effort, patted the dust on his body with a very image burden, then spread his two thin legs and ran to Director Xiao’s desk quietly.
The big boyfriend is so handsome.
Through the eyes of the little man, Bai Ju stood in front of the desk, raised his head to admire the decisive and cold little boyfriend for a while, then rolled up his sleeves and climbed up holding the table legs.
Lurking behind the computer… Success.
The dog poked half of his head out from the edge of the display screen.
Xiao Yao’s eyes immediately swept over, as if he was carrying a knife; then he was suddenly stunned.
Little Old Dog Bai bent his eyes, and with his thin arms and legs, he clung to the edge of the display screen, pouting his lips and blowing a kiss.
A small light blue arc silently drew four words in the air: “Missing my boyfriend.”
The dignified and cold Director Xiao suddenly interrupted the video conference, clenched his fist and pressed it against his lips, and a low laugh rang through the microphone in the ears of all the high-level officials of the Demon Management Bureau.
… It gave them countless goose bumps.
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