小说内容

“别摸我尾巴！蠢货！”一声娇嗔带着火气，林枫一把甩开试图抓他尾巴的手，疼得他隔壁的灰狼‘嗷呜’一声叫了起来，差点直接坐倒。 他缩了缩脖子，看着眼前这群炸街的‘小伙伴们’，心里那个叫苦不迭。 Signing contracts with demons wasn't hard. Hard was signing contracts with demons who thought 'flying lessons' meant stuffing him into a straightjacket before duct-taping him to a doorway and letting a crow take the lead. Hard was when 'protection' meant his own familiar, a hyperactive imps disguised as a talking teapot, kept trying to sell insurance to stray goblins. “我说，你们能不能消停点？”林枫揉着被摔到生疼的后脑勺，声音已经带了点哭腔。他环顾四周，试图找个地方躲起来，结果发现被挤在一个角落里。左边是两个正用算命水晶球斗法的吸血鬼， bits of glitter were already peppering the stone floor like someone had emptied a confetti cannon;右边，一个上百岁的小鬼正试图教他如何用意念控制一窝野猫，而野猫们……显然有自己的想法，几个已经爬上了他的裤腿，用毛茸茸的小脑袋顶着他 shinies。 “啧啧啧，看看我们的小恶魔 lord 多努力。”一个尖刻的声音在他头顶响起。林枫抬头，只见上个契约对象的‘导师’，一个长着蝙蝠翅膀的黑发美人，正懒洋洋地倒挂在横梁上，欣赏着自己的杰作。“才来半天就学不会低调是吧？” 林枫：“……我低调了，真的，我只是想先把自己藏好……”