004-Caring for the Empty Nest Elderly

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date="2021-01-17"

title="004-Caring for the Empty Nest Elderly "

weight="123587"

series = ["I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey"]

mode = "manual"

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In the rain, Ji Zhixu stopped.

But the old man who came across did not stop.

The two passed by.

Ji Zhixu didn't even have time to open the mechanism for switching the blade.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but the invisible power close at hand made her stiff and cold sweat slipped from her forehead.

The old man was wearing a dark black old suit and wearing a gentleman's hat. He paused beside her for a while, looked at the book in her hand with a little surprise, and muttered, "It turned out to be this one. What a lucky little guy."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, half of his face exposed under the umbrella was covered by an old black iron mask, only a pair of dark green snake-like eyes.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword's edge, and there was no turbidity that old people should have.

Ji Zhixu only had time to catch a glimpse of the name of the book with red stripes on the black background in the old man's hand-"Void Quiet", and the latter had already passed her and walked towards the dimly lit bookstore.

The cold damp of rain crawled along the bare skin, bringing a chill.

"call……"

Ji Zhixu breathed a sigh of relief.

Go back.

In the bookstore door that was slowly closed, a conversation came vaguely.

"Welcome... Huh? So it's Pharaoh. Has he come to return the book?"

"...Although you said this is a name for closeness, I always feel that something is wrong. Can I call my name? Mr. Lin."

"Of course, Mr. Wilde."

"Huh... It's really a relief, do you have new guests again?"

"Yes, Pharaoh."

"Name...Forget it, it seems that you like her a lot. You even borrowed the books that you read frequently-this is the book you borrowed last time."

"The book I read often is also a book, besides, I just think that book is suitable for her. It was only 20 days to pay it back. The last bet was within 30 days. You lost, haha, I just said you Such old people are not suitable for reading such books, lest you get dizzy, you still don't believe it."

"...I lost, sorry, this book is too esoteric, it looks like a complete and huge world, full of mystery and magical unknowns, beyond the limits of time and space, from birth to death, from From birth to death, with my superficial knowledge, some people who can hardly imagine writing such a great book must be a great person."

"Of course, that was a dead giant."

"Giant? No wonder..."

The sound gradually disappeared.

Ji Zhixu looked at the book and umbrella in his hand.

When talking to the old man who was obviously a regular customer, the bookstore owner had a much more relaxed and humorous attitude.

And the old man was equally cordial and friendly, as if it were a profound friendship.

However, when Ji Zhixu recalled the meeting, he felt cold sweat behind his back.

"The Faceless Man of Black Scales" Frank Wilde, a devastating black wizard.

The most iconic feature is the mask on his face, as well as the dark green snake pupils created by the half-snake blood.

The seemingly gentle old man was a well-known, fierce, cruel executioner, a butcher with blood on his hands.

He once fought with one of the ten glorious knights of Secret Tower, destroyed an area of ​​nearly 10,000 kilometers, and won the title of destruction class.

Later, don’t know why it disappeared from the public’s sight.

According to the regulations announced by the Truth Society in 1788, transcendents are divided into four levels, also called "adi classification method", and the Truth Society publishes a change list of registered transcendents at all levels this year.

abnorl (abnormal level).

anicky (panic level).

destructive (destructive level).

describable (god class).

Although Wilde's name has been marked with the two remarks of "Unaccounted for" and "Secret Tower Bounty", it has never been changed at the Destruction level.

You know, in the upper zone of Nogin Capital City, there are only less than ten destruction-class transcendents, and looking at the entire Azir, there are less than a hundred.

Such a brutal black wizard who has long since disappeared, would unexpectedly appear here? !

And it seems to be friends with that young man.

Ji Zhixu took a deep breath and left in a hurry, becoming more convinced in his heart.

The owner of this bookstore is indeed an extremely powerful mysterious wizard!

At least it is the same destruction class as Wilde!

She approached an amazing character...

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Lin Jie put the "One Hundred Years of Solitude" back on the shelf, turning his head and asking, "Pharaoh, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Wilde calculation

He is a frequent visitor to his bookstore.

——Although his broken bookstore has not many customers patronizing in total, he can count the regular customers with two hands after careful calculation, but thanks to his careful management, these customers have established a deep friendship with him. It was a habit to come to him.

Like Wilde, he came to the bookstore for the first time two years ago, and this time he came to borrow books five times.

Although it seems that the number of times is a little bit small, the borrowing cycle is about one month each time, which is equivalent to four months in two years and twenty-four months, which is a full one-sixth of Lin Jie!

Full of sincerity!

He opened this bookstore for three years, and there was no business in the first year, so Wilde can be said to be a senior customer.

At the same time, it is also the object of teacher Lin's life guidance and psychological counseling.

Ugh.

The elderly, especially the empty-nest elderly, are prone to physical and psychological problems.

And Comrade Wang is a very standard empty nest old man.

According to Lin Jie’s understanding, Old Wang had two children, but they were both very bad for him. His lover left him, his colleagues still excluded him, and even feared him because of his appearance, leaving him alone in Nogin. Living in the big city.

Although there is no shortage of money and food and clothing, but in terms of spiritual life, it is very scarce.

This lack is not only a lack of care from relatives and friends, but more importantly, a lack of identity.

Old Wang himself is an expert in linguistics, has in-depth research on various uncommon languages, and is a dedicated and highly accomplished scholar.

Such a person is easy to get used to being alone, but can't bear the loneliness of being high and widowed.

So Lin Jie started from this aspect!

When first met, exchanged an initial goodwill by facing up to and respecting each other's defects in appearance.

The identity information was inferred from the books that the other party had brought for sale.

Then he recommended a copy of "Wenzhou Dialect".

This is one of Huaxia's most difficult dialects known as "The Devil's Language".

In Wenzhou, there are as many as 12 languages that cannot be understood by each other.

During the war, the Wenzhou dialect was even used as a secret language, and the enemy could not crack it!

Lin Jie watched Lao Wang's eyes change from random, to doubt, to panic, and finally turned into ecstasy that reignited the hope of life. He yelled "Devil, this is the real devil", and felt that he was a master of chicken soup. significance.

Alas, the happiness of a life mentor is so unpretentious and boring.

Of course, there is no Wenzhou in this land called Azir, let alone China. Lin Jie can only interpret this book as coming from a remote relic that has disappeared. (m.kssw.net reading novels) The update is the fastest, remember to collect it!