Mo Ran quietly got out of bed, pushed the door open with a squeak, and saw that the firewood door of the yard was slightly open, the wooden door swayed lightly, and a white fat and soft upturned tail flashed by with a faint blue light.
For a moment, he thought that he was dazzled by the wrong view. After all, after staying in Nanping Mountain for so long, he had never seen anything like this.
What monster
He wanted to catch up to look, but before he stepped out, he noticed that a green lotus leaf was placed outside the threshold of the sleeping area, and in the center of the lotus leaf was a wooden box the size of a palm.
"This is… "
He picked up the lotus leaf hesitantly. For some reason, the lotus leaf exudes a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and there are a few words written crookedly in very chubby and childish calligraphy:
A birthday present for Immortal Shenmu.
Come on man, I can only help you here.
A rice cake essence with the hope of the whole village
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes and almost fell to the ground: "What? Is there really such a monster called rice cake essence in the world???"
Well, wasn't that what he made up to deceive Xue Meng many years ago? ! Does it really exist? ! !
He couldn't help touching his lips—did the Demon Venerable forget to tell him that their special beauty seat also had a hidden talent, such as an open mouth or something? Otherwise, how could there really be such a white and fat little monster dragging its tail with a small blue light burning on its tail!
The ink burned in the same place for a while, although the rice cake essence ran too fast, the ink burned did not see its whole body, but he had an intuition, its whole body should be the same as what he made up back then, round, soft Nuo Nuo's head is topped with a large lotus leaf...
After a while, he returned to the house with the box.
The house is very quiet, Chu nightning and dog head are still asleep, not disturbed by the sudden visitor at night. The ink burned to the side of Chu Wanning, who was curled up, and gently covered the quilt for him. Then he walked to the dog's kennel and touched it soothingly. Then he sat down at the table and began to look carefully at this. Only small wooden box.
No murderous, no evil.
The demon is quite heavy, but it is also the kind that is friendly.
He tried to open it, but unfortunately couldn't find any keyhole openings, and the rice cake essence didn't leave any hints telling him what to do.
The ink can't help frowning and thinking: What is this box used for? Is it just a decoration
The problem is that it's tattered, and it doesn't look good on display.
Just like responding to his inner question, as soon as he had this thought, two lines of golden characters in seal script appeared on the top of the small wooden box, shining brightly:
"Grandmaster is lucky to meet, I am a magic weapon in the demon world, and I make my thoughts come true."
The ink burned and almost fell off the chair.
What the hell is this! How can you have the ability to see people's hearts? !
"I'm not a ghost, I'm a good thing." New characters continued to appear in the box, and those flashing golden handwriting slowly covered the old characters, "Also, I can only glimpse the master's heart, other I can't see anyone."
Too, too creepy.
The ink burned the cheeks and exhaled a few breaths, barely stabilizing himself, looking back at Chu Wanning, who was sleeping with his face covered in the quilt, and the dog's head who was sleeping with his head under his claws, and after deliberation, he lowered his voice and carefully "So, I... I'm your master?"
"Yes master, I have been presented to you."
The ink burned for a while, but there was still some confusion: "Aren't you a gift from the little monster to the master?"
"That is to be transformed by you." The small wooden box continued to fade old handwriting and new handwriting appeared, "We feel your strong desire to give Shenmu Xianjun a birthday surprise, and also see that you are unable to due to many restrictions. Show your strength. But now you don't have to worry, as long as I'm here, your dreams will come true."
The ink burned and chewed its meaning, and slowly realized it—
Yes... It was his sincerity that moved the elves in the mountains, and they came to help him realize his wish? !
"Yes, that's it." The small wooden box took the opportunity to display two more lines of bright words, "Don't worry, Master, with me, you will definitely have a better birthday this year than last year, come on!"
The ink burned and remembered the nine baskets of gold last year, and I couldn't laugh or cry.
"... It's a bit promising, so don't compare it with last year."
After the doubts were dispelled, the ink burned and started to use this wish. According to the requirements of the box, in order to prevent it from being accidentally activated by Chu Wanning or others before its birthday, Mo Ran needs to set a password for it, and it will respond when the password is read correctly. At other times, it will be like a most ordinary box. , will not attract much attention.
"Let's set it as 'Master'."
"No, it's too simple, it will be touched by mistake."
The small wooden box paused: "I suggest you set five to ten words here."
"This way..." The ink burned for a while and said, "Then set it to 'It's too stupid to send gold'."
"Okay." The small wooden box said, "I have remembered that 'giving gold is too stupid' is the password to open the box. Does Master Mo want to use it now?"
The ink burned naturally couldn't wait to nod and agreed.
The moment he agreed, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, causing him to close his eyes instantly. When he opened it again, he found that he had come to a vast new world.
This is a place similar to a wonderland.
In the mountains, there are flowing water and secluded springs. He was in a large open space with some wood piled up. In addition, it is the cloudy sky, the light red and the smoke, the prosperous begonia flowers are light and ethereal, and the flying flowers are red and chasing the flowing water, which is quiet and beautiful.
A round rice cake essence sat on a wooden stake, swept the blue fireball's jumping tail, and was playing with its soft left paw and right paw. Unexpectedly, it was playing too hard, and accidentally stuck its two claws together and couldn't separate it. It couldn't help but panic. The two fat claws pulled hard in opposite directions, and only pulled out a piece of glutinous rice cake. go.
Mo Ran walked over, cast a separation spell, and with a "boom" sound, the two claws of the rice cake essence were freed again.
It swayed its round and tender belly, and heaved a sigh of relief, then raised a pair of mung bean eyes from under the lotus leaf: "Huh... I'm saved! Thank you, thank you!"
"No thanks. Is this the inside of the box? You are in charge of the box... er..." He wanted to say monsters, but thought it was too rude, so he laughed, "Butler?"
"I'm not the fourth housekeeper." The rice cake jingle's voice was soft and glutinous, but what he said were domineering words that were extremely disproportionate to him, "I'm the four landlords, you... Sa, Sa melon!"
"?" Mo Ran stunned, "How do you scold people?"
"Me, me, four, the most dangling, dangling, dipping... rice cakes in our village! If I want to scold people, I will scold them, and if I want to, I will ask you to take care of them!"
"… "
A good rice cake, not only swearing, but also articulate, plus flat tongue indistinguishable.
This product is not at all different from the shy and cute rice cake essence that sneaked to deliver the box before. It seems that it is indeed a cake in the village. No wonder it was sealed in the box by the compatriots, and other rice cakes do not play with it. .
The lonely cake Batian stubbornly raised his head and akimbo, staring at the ink burning, and seemed to be ready to meet his counterattack at any time.
It was a very bluffing posture, but Mo Ran looked at its small arms and legs, soft and white, and after a while, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahahaha!" Mo Ran reached out and touched its little head, "You are too cute, hahahaha!"
Kui Batian straightened the lotus leaf on his head that he stabbed crookedly, and became even more angry: "Don't laugh! Be serious! You are making money!!"
"What did you say? I'm sorry hahaha—"
"No... don't laugh anymore, laugh! I warn you! Your fate is now in my search!"
Ink burning: "..."
He really didn't know that his fate was actually held in the palm of a rice cake. It takes all the self-control he has to keep himself from laughing again.
"Okay okay... cough... poof."
"Do not laugh!"
After some difficult negotiations, Kubatian and Mo Ran finally reached a consensus.
Mo Ran doesn't laugh at it anymore, and it must talk to Mo Ran about the current situation.
Kubatian emphasized in the dialogue that there are many rice cake essences in their rice cake village, with different personalities, but it is definitely not locked in a box because of its arrogant character, but because—
"I, in our village, are the best rice cakes spoken by human beings in Mandarin. The words are clear, and the points of death and death are marked! So, I am the death and the dead that everyone chooses to communicate with the human race!"
"...is the messenger?"
"Yes! You're right! It's the dead!"
The ink burned and stared at it with its head held high and proud, and after a while, I couldn't help but come out again hahahaha.
"Ah!!!" Kui Batian stomped its little feet angrily, "Why are you laughing again!!! Don't laugh at me!!! I've been learning the human race for one or a hundred years! Don't laugh! Then, laugh again and throw you away!"
In order not to let Gu Batian kill himself, Mo Ran took out the perseverance that resisted the interrogation of Tianwen, and once again forcibly endured the smile.
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore, then the messenger will tell me, how should I use this box?"
Cake Batian giggled twice, clasped his arms, mung bean eyes slanted and burned for a while, and when he saw that he really stopped smiling, he opened his mouth and said: "It's simple, just the space in this box and the It's different outside, don't you want to build a bigger house for Immortal Shenmu and take care of some beautiful flowers and plants?"
Mo Ran nodded: "Yeah, but my master thinks that it is too extravagant and noisy, so I am not happy."
"It doesn't matter." Ku Batian waved his little white claw, "In this box, you, you won't occupy the outside space, and you won't fuck, fuck your master..."
The ink burned immediately interrupted it, and said solemnly: "It doesn't matter if you say it is not standard, the word must be pronounced correctly."
Cake Batian rolled his eyes and said with all his might, "Fuck—"
"Quarrel."
"Hold… "
"You roll up your tongue and make a noise."
Kui Batian's face turned pale, he raised his head, and tried his best to spit out a twists and turns: "Grass—"
The ink burned the forehead: "Forget it, you continue to say."
Cake Batian: "Where did I go?"
"Say that I will not occupy space or disturb the master if I toss in this box." Mo Ran said, "But if I want to quietly prepare a birthday banquet for the master here, and repair the house and pastoral, I also need it. Those precious seeds, flowers, ingredients, utensils."
He smiled bitterly and said, "I was told by Master, I'm afraid I'm wasted again."
"Don't worry." Kuba Tian said, "The things here are different from those outside. You can build a house, dig a pond, grow flowers and plants, and prepare ingredients... You don't need money to buy them. I changed it!"
The ink burned and opened his eyes in surprise: "Change?"
"Yeah." Cake Batian pointed to his belly, and the ink burned to find that there was actually a natural pocket on its rolling white belly, but because the bag and belly were too white, it was not noticeable.
"The flowers and plants in your human race's houses are not good, but they look good! Immortal Monarch Shenmu flutters with immortal energy, and even fits the utensils of our demon race! You bring in the things from outside and give them to me, such as cloth, Xiaohuahua, and little clay figurines. … I will exchange, exchange for you with the corresponding things.”
"But how do I know what to get?"
"Then, it depends on your luck." Cake Batian said, "But I'm very, very generous, and generally I won't treat you badly. If you don't believe me, you can die and watch."
Just try it.
However, when the ink burned into this box, it was unprepared, and it was wearing an inner shirt, and there was nothing outside the body. After thinking about it, he simply took off his inner shirt and handed it to him.
"That's all I have, what can you give me in exchange?"
Cake Batian took over the ink-burning clothes, and the small claw claws looked at it: "The four have old clothes, it has experienced a lot."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the upper body that was burning red with ink, and watched it back and forth several times. Needless to say, the figure of the ink burning is naturally excellent, the back is tall and straight, the waist is thin, and the strong chest has an old scar that will never disappear, but the lines of the muscles contain a very wild tension, which is accompanied by breathing. A volt is like suppressing the lava that is ready to go out in the body.
Cake Batian said, "Your wood is good."
After he finished speaking, he raised his inner shirt and looked at it: "Mozongsi's clothes are good, I think it can be changed..." It muttered, and the voice gradually softened, and it tucked the clothes into its own white. pocket, and digging and digging in the white pocket, "Ah! I have it! Only four!"
The ink burned and looked at it, and saw that there was a particle of light golden light shining in its small soft paws.
"what is this?"
"The birthday flower of the demon clan." Kuba Tian said, "I think you can exchange your clothes for these seeds with the flower demon little color embryo. Here it is, you can take it to death and watch it."
"… "
Although Cake Batian will let himself die at every turn, but Mo Ran doesn't plan to laugh at him. He was very curious, so he went to the open space in front of him with these seeds in his hand, and Kui Batian followed behind him.
"How?"
"Just casually, go to the ground to mourn!"
The ink burned according to what it said, and the demon flower was really extraordinary in the demon territory. As soon as he sprinkled the seeds, before blinking, the open space gave birth to a large sea of pale gold and silver flowers. Those flowers are golden like peony, silver like lilac, rich and prosperous and elegant and gentle blend into waves, fluttering into the night with a little bit of brilliance.
What is even more surprising is that in the center of each peony sits a female flower demon holding a golden pipa, and between the stamens of each lilac is a boy flower girl playing a silver flute. These little monsters, who are not as big as fingernails, all have crystal clear wings, and they lightly fan their wings when they play, dyeing this flower field with melodious odes with a dream-like color and streamer.
"One, can you change these with one piece of clothes?" Mo Ran was shocked.
"Fourth, it's all embarrassing me, I'm very generous." Kuba Tian pushed the big lotus leaf on his forehead proudly, "I'm the most beautiful and pretty cub in our rice cake village!"
Mo Ran only felt a ray of hope shined into his heart, and he immediately said excitedly: "Then you wait! I will come often these days, I will go out and think about what I can exchange with you."
Saying so, I can't wait to go back.
But then I realized that I didn't know where the exit was.
Cake Batian rolled his eyes, and his little paw pointed to the path he came from: "Run there, run for a while, don't stop, you'll be rough, but four—"
The ink burned did not finish listening.
He was really too happy, eager to go out and quietly think of what he could bring in and replace it with Cake Batian. On the other hand, Kui Batian is the kind of person who stutters more and more when he is in a hurry. After "Dan Si" for a long time, he is actually stuck there and can't say a word. After holding back for a long time, he held his breath and struggled to say the second half of the sentence:
"But four! Not every exchange is so cost-effective... You, you pick something better and send it in! Our rice cake village especially likes the items used by Shenmu Xianjun, I just gave you four use, and it's a loss. Next time I don't, I won't be picking up such a big bargain, and I won't, I won't sell it!"
Hu Chi breathed hard to say so many words, and looked up.
The ink burned has long since disappeared.
"..." Kui Batian stood in the middle of the flower field, stayed for a while, scratching his head, "How to run, run so fast! I don't think he will bring Sen next time! Sa, Sa Zi!"
When Mo Ran opened his eyes, he found himself bounced back to the table.
But he couldn't sit still for a while, and his mind was agitated, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
"what!"
This movement immediately woke the dog head lying beside the hearth. It stood up abruptly, and regardless of the situation, it began to raise its head and bark: "Wang Wang Wang!!"
"Shh! Don't make trouble with the dog's head!" Mo Ran quickly crawled over to hold the dog's head and touched its head, "Don't make a noise, it will wake up Wanning if you make any noise."
"Wow... wang wang wang!!"
"… "
Mo Ran was trying hard to close the dog's mouth, when he heard a rustling sound behind him, and then a slightly tired and impatient voice rang lazily in this quiet and silent night.
Chu nightning was lying between the pillows and mattresses, half-closed phoenix eyes, frowned at him, and his voice was hoarse when he just woke up: "... I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"
The ink burned and turned back: "Night Ning..."
Chu nightning was lying sleepily, looking at him from the slightly messy forehead, without saying a word, as if he was completely awake.
But looking at it, a bright light suddenly fell in those misty eyes. Chu nightning was stunned, and his eyes widened: "Why don't you wear clothes?"