DNDAS

Chapter 31: Good Temper

Seeing that everyone was silent, Fu Li looked down at the Suanyu sprawled on the floor playing dead. He beckoned to Zhuang Qing.

Everyone simultaneously turned to look at Zhuang Qing, the word 'minor' inadvertently surfacing in their minds.

Pretending not to have seen his colleagues' gazes, Zhuang Qing strode over to Fu Li with his long legs and asked expressionlessly, "What?"

"Your dragon clan lives in the water all year round, so you should be very good at catching fish?"

"I live in the human world most of the time," Zhuang Qing kept his divine sword. He reached out and caught a feather fluttering in the sky. The feather in his palm very quickly turned into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing into nothingness. As the fated dragon of the nation, Zhuang Qing possessed virtuous and auspicious qi, and was the nemesis of evil beasts like the Suanyu.

"Forget it then," Fu Li looked at the Suanyu's teary and snot-filled face and turned his head in disgust. With a wave of a hand, all the fluttering feathers gathered in his palm as if they had grown eyes. As Fu Li was stuffing the feathers into a sackcloth bag, he noticed that everyone was still looking at him. He paused. "Can I take these?"

"Yes yes yes," Everyone nodded in unison. They wouldn't have any objections even if he said that this Suanyu was his pet, much less him gathering a few feathers.

"That's good then." Fu Li joyfully placed the sackcloth bag into his Qiankun Pouch before turning and speaking to the Suanyu, "Change into your human form, I'll take you out to eat."

The Suanyu's tail trembled. Tears overflowed from his six large eyes as he remained motionless.

Fu Li asked, "You can't change into a human form? Or do you want me to help you?"

The Suanyu's body shook and he rolled on the ground, turning into a simple-looking bald man. The wound on his face made him appear a little pitiful. The clothes he was wearing were identical to those on Fu Li. With a plop, he kneeled in front of Fu Li and offered Fu Li a Qiankun Pouch. "King!"

In the yao world, those who lost to other yao would either have their yao core taken or have to obediently offer up all their treasures and respectfully address the other party as boss. A bad life was better than a good death; for the sake of protecting his little life, the Suanyu was extremely tactful.

"What are you kneeling for? It's not fashionable in this new society to kneel here and there," Fu Li pulled the Suanyu up from the ground.

"Got it, boss," The Suanyu obediently stood behind Fu Li, looking exactly like a junior who obeyed whatever his boss said.

In the bureau's staff canteen, the Suanyu sobbed while holding up the rice bowl and digging into the food as if his life depended on it. Everyone in the bureau silently watched this legendary evil yao eat pitifully, suddenly feeling as if the mysterious veil surrounding the ancient great yao had been torn apart.

The person in charge of managing their meals was a ghost cultivator. In the past, he was the top chef in the imperial palace's kitchen. After his death, he became a ghost cultivator through a fortuitous opportunity. He had been with the bureau these few years and was most dissatisfied with the cultivators' tendency of not eating their meals on time just because they could abstain from food.

After several tens of bowls of rice had entered his stomach, the Suanyu looked timidly at Fu Li and put down the large scoop.

"Full?" Fu Li asked.

The Suanyu touched his stomach. "Not as hungry now."

Fu Li, "..."

"I've already informed the security department about the Suanyu. He'll live at the bureau for now." Zhuang Qing asked the Suanyu, "Do you have any objections?"