Chu nightning was stunned, and his eyes widened: "Why don't you wear clothes?"
"Ah?" Mo Ran looked down, saw his naked upper body, raised his hand and touched himself, but didn't know how to explain it for a while, "Uh..."
Chu nightning looked at his guilty actions, and some felt the taste came, so he said seriously: "The ink burns."
The ink burned and raised his hand: "In!"
"... The dog's head is still small, and it may become a monster in the future. Didn't I say it before, do you have to set an example and not teach it bad?"
"Yes, yes."
Chu nightning narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Then what are you doing?"
"… "
"Words... it's right to say so." Mo Ran muttered in his heart, but can this fat dog really become a sperm? It may be useless to chant Buddha in its ear every day. Besides, what can a dog understand? Even if he sleeps in front of the dog's head every day, the dog's head probably can't understand the true meaning of the dog's life.
But it's not easy to refute what the master said, and the ink burned only euphemistically: "Wanning, listen to my explanation, things are not what you think. I didn't want to do anything secretly..."
Unexpectedly, the dog head was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and suddenly interrupted his words, looking up at the dog head and began to bark in the ink-burning arms.
Chu nightning frowned and gritted his teeth: "You let it go."
"Okay." Mo Ran let go of the dog's head, "Actually, I..."
"What it looks like naked, put on clothes and explain!"
The ink burned and froze.
Chu nightning saw that his expression was different, and his eyes looked around, and found that the ink burned was not undressed, but the inner shirt was gone at all, and he couldn't help but stunned: "...Where did your clothes go?"
In this embarrassing atmosphere, the yellow and white dog head squinted his eyes, and he began to look at the ink with that cheap expression again. That look seems to be laughing: hehe, stupid, right
I see how you explain it!
The ink burned and touched the nose, the Adam's apple moved, and he said: "Late, late, if... If I say that my clothes have become a sea of flowers, you... Will you believe it?"
Chu nightning: "..."
From the hut in Nanping Mountain came Master Chu's annoyed scolding: "Mo Weiyu, do you really think that your master hasn't been down the mountain for too long and is so stupid?!"
"No, no, you didn't, you didn't spread it! Master is the smartest, how can you spread it!!"
"Speak to me well! Learn what to do without distinction and stutter!"
Ink burning is actually really angry, really.
He felt that the dog always had some ideas that a dog should not have, especially when he squinted at people, it was more like a demonstration against him.
Alas, it wasn't like this when I picked it up from the haystack.
Now it's good, this five-month-old dog, Chu nightning likes it very much, and also said that it is not an adult, so it is forbidden for Mo Ran to do anything unethical and bad children in the last month.
Mo Ran asked himself, and felt that he had done enough in the state of Master Mo. It had been more than half a month since he adopted the dog's head. He had endured it, and even the state of stepping on Xianjun had converged a lot, at least once After the loss of control, Chu nightning taught him a severe lesson, and he did not act absurd anymore, nor did he quietly take the dog's head to the kitchen to stew it into dog meat soup.
But now it seems that he made a very unsuccessful choice.
-He should have strangled this bitch dog in the cradle from the beginning!
Qi returned to Qi, but Chu Wanning's birthday gift could not be delayed, so the next morning, Mo Ran decided to quickly collect some things and bring them to the box.
"Fresh fish, millet, sugar bowls... bamboo dragonflies, paper butterflies, satin handkerchiefs..."
While Chu nightning went out to pick fresh fruits in the depths of Nanping Mountain, the ink burned at home and searched for every inch of surplus grain and every inch of rags.
Dogtou looked at him with a horrified look on the side, as if not sure whether it was the owner or a thief pretending to be the owner. If it can speak at this moment, it will definitely scream: no brother, why don't you even let go of my dog bowl
what! wrong! Dog Bowl!
How can you grab its bowl!
The dog's head reacted suddenly, and a spirit rushed up, clenched the edge of his rice bowl, and started a class struggle with the shameless Mo Papi.
Don't grab my bowl! Wang Wang Wang!
The ink burned and didn't let go. Just kidding, this bowl was made by Kunlun Biliu Li, and the food was placed in it for three days as if it was fresh out of the pot. Before meeting the dog's head, Mo Ran originally planned to raise a cat, the kind of soft white, quiet and sensible white cat. The cat's appetite is small. He considered that he and Chu Wanning would sometimes travel with the sword and would not go home for two or three days. He wanted to let the cat eat fresh food, so he entrusted Mei Hanxue to find such a one. bowl.
Unexpectedly, the cat has not been raised yet, and this stupid dog is all cheap.
Is the effect of keeping the food fresh and tender in this glass bowl useful for the dog's head? Pour in the food, let alone three days, blink three times, it is guaranteed to eat to the bottom!
"Songkou, this is the bowl I bought!"
"Wow!" But you gave it to me!
"I borrowed it from you! Now it's due and I have to take it back!"
"Wow!" You fart!
"Relax!"
"Wang Wang!" Not loose!
"loose!"
"Wang!" Go!
One person and one dog were struggling to see, when the courtyard door creaked.
Chu nightning held a basket of sweet and fresh fruits, maintained the posture of pushing the door, and stood at the door condescendingly looking at Master Mo, who was kneeling in the yard and grabbing the bowl with the dog's head.
"..." After a long silence, Chu nightning put the bamboo basket on the stone table in the courtyard, took a fruit, thought about it, and took a few more.
Xianjun Baiyi lowered his eyes and said to the ink burning words: "You don't move here, I will wash two oranges for you."
At the moment when he turned around and entered the kitchen, he heard Chu Wanning sigh and muttered to himself: "Oh... the porridge I cooked for him in the morning was too unpalatable... He was so hungry and robbed the dog. food?"
Ink burning: "... ???"
"Master! Wait! It's not what you think it is - ouch!"
While he was in a hurry to explain, the dog's head squeaked and bit the back of his hand, and the ink burned and screamed and suddenly let go, and the yellow and white earth dog slammed out of the courtyard with its glass bowl in his mouth, and flew away.
The ink burned his teeth and covered his hands and scolded: "This stupid dog..."
The chickens and dogs danced for a whole day. After lunch, Mo Ran put down his chopsticks and said that he wanted to go to the nearby Lin'an City to buy some wound medicine, so he went out the door with his thoughts in the box.
As soon as he got out of the yard, he quickly found a place where no one was around, recited the mantra "It's too stupid to send gold", and entered the box again.
Cake Batian was basking in the sun by the flower field yesterday, and when he saw the ink burning, he hummed and said, "Come, come, come - come?"
"Wait."
Cake Batian waved his hand to show that he didn't care, but his eyes glanced at the ink-burning universe: "Did you bring some, some forest?"
The ink is not in a hurry, first hand it a fresh peach with a smile: "This is for you, I will pick it late."
Kubatian Mungdou's small eyes suddenly lit up, one claw waving, turning his head away, and refusing with integrity: "I can't die, I can't die!" A small claw pulled the pocket in front of his stomach. open.
The ink burned and smiled: "Why can't it be used, just a fresh peach."
Said and stuffed it into its pocket.
Kuibatian, who was bribed by the peach, coughed a few times, and his expression softened: "Hey, you, if you see you, come and come, and then, why are you polite!"
After speaking, he coughed a few more times, moved his little butt to the stump, and sat up straight.
"Come on, let me, Kangkang, you have brought some forest stuff."
The witty Master Mo said with a smile: "Okay, please change some materials, Mr. Cake."
"No, no problem!"
The ink burned and handed the bits and pieces that had been collected all day to its small claws. Cake Batian opened the kit, roughly flipped through it, and sighed.
The burning heart is tight: "What's wrong?"
Cake Batian raised his eyes and said, "Sao Nian, you four are really poor."
The ink burned down the eyelashes, and said helplessly: "...I don't know what you want, although there are better things, but those are what we use every day... If you don't think it's appropriate, then I... "
"Forget it, forget it." Cake Batian interrupted him, "Zi Dao, you are usually spending money to help the world, so let's make do with it first."
But he said in his heart: For the sake of the peach you gave me, let’s make do with it first!
"The things I give and give to you won't be the best, because you can only give me so much. But our demon clan's utensils are very magical! Even if they are broken or broken, Zi will use your imagination. And hard work, and also, can produce very satisfying results!"
The ink burned from worry to joy, and smiled: "Really? Then thank you."
Cake Batian waved his hand again, and then began to replace the things brought by Mo Ran into the demon utensils in the box one by one.
"Fresh fish - this can be exchanged!"
Cake Batian took out a pile of soft felt cloth from his pocket.
"what is this?"
"This four, four cloth made of cat hair!"
Mo Ran opened his eyes in amazement and took the bundle of cloth: "Can cat hair still weave cloth?"
"Nine-tailed cat demon." Kubatian explained, and then took out another thing from his pocket, "Bamboo dragonfly can be replaced!"
Mo Ran looked at the pile of unremarkable little wooden sticks: "What is this?"
"Take one, stick it in the ground, spit it, and it will turn into the best wood. It's not the best, but it's pretty good."
Afterwards, Kui Batian gave him a bunch of strange things one after another, including shells bigger than humans, bells that fell snow when the wind blew, and a group of swallows who were good at building nests, who would pave the way by themselves. of blue bricks, a fire that understands human speech... and so on.
The most valuable of them is a bag of coke made by Chu Wanning. Cake Batian couldn't put it down, saying that this is the favorite food of the little rice cakes, and the ink burns are both surprised and funny.
He thought to himself, if it wasn't for Wanning who wouldn't cook every day, and if you wanted to eat coke, I could bring you a lot.
He asked, "What can I exchange for the coke?"
"Wait and see." Kubatian Gaba Gaba chewed one of the pieces of coke and waved his small claws.
Soon, the ink burned to see a golden lotus pond next to the flower field. The flowing water in the lotus pond was like melted gold, and there were blooming snow lotus flowers one after another.
"Whatever you think will come true." Kuba Tian snorted and said, "If you think about the forest again, go to the river and read it twice, and there will be lotus leaves floating for you, and fresh lotus root. Ah, Nen Ling, you can ask it for anything. It's enough, enough for you to prepare a birthday feast... How about it, it's amazing!"
Mo Ran stared at the pond in silence for a moment, then turned to Kui Batian and said decisively: "I will carry a sack of coke for you next time!"
"Zeng, Zeng's!" Gu Batian stammered with excitement, "You're awesome!"
The ink burned sincerely: "No, you are the best."
With the materials Kubatian gave him, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and started to work.
Master's birthday is the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is the character of the immortal lord. He must work faster. As long as he is busy in this box all day today, plus the daytime of the day after tomorrow, he should be able to do it at night the day after tomorrow. To be able to lead the master in after eating the longevity noodles is a surprise for the master.
While thinking about it like this, he quickly arranged the cloth, play, and wood of those monsters... and set out to build a pastoral fairyland beyond the world for Master. It is neither extravagant nor wasteful, nor disturbing others, and it is quite gratifying to move the wooden rafters swiftly with ink burning hands and feet:
Hard work pays off, this year's birthday banquet, Master will definitely be happier than last year!
However, Master Mo was still too naive.
He has no intention to compete with himself for favor, but Ta Xianjun is different. Ta Xianjun is a person who can kill himself by himself. How could he be willing to be crushed by him
You must know that after Nanping Mountain returned to seclusion, Ta Xianjun was always arguing with himself, and he had to fight with himself from time to time.
The daily memories of the two personalities are not completely common, but only shared by chance. This kind of situation is actually worse than complete knowledge and complete ignorance. It is like scratching people's hearts through a layer of veil, and it is easier to provoke moths.
For example, a few days ago, Ta Xianjun stared at Chu Wanning cooking porridge, stared at it, and suddenly said: "This seat remembers, you were not cooking porridge yesterday."
"Yeah." Chu nightning lightly, "What's wrong?"
"But I don't remember what you did yesterday."
"I didn't cook, so I went to the village to buy some steamed buns."
Stepping Xianjun quit, stared at black and purple eyes, and said with force: "I also want to eat steamed buns!"
"...Didn't you get up in the morning and say you want porridge?"
"No." Ta Xianjun is unreasonable, "I also want to eat steamed buns, you can't just buy it for him and not for me."
"... You might as well take medicine."
"I want buns!!!"
"Only porridge."
"Both porridge and steamed buns!"
Chu nightning was too lazy to pay attention to him: "You can eat it if you like it, forget it if you don't eat it."
Stepping Xianjun was so angry that he almost fainted, he grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist, brought the person over, pressed it against the edge of the stove, lowered his eyelashes and looked down: "What's your attitude? Why can he eat solid big steamed buns? , this seat can only drink porridge? You say, do you think he is better than this seat?"
"...I just think that you were less ill yesterday than you are today."
Stepping Xianjun was silent for a while, and seemed to want to be angry, but in the end he still said: "Okay... very good. Chu nightning, what you said in the past was really a lie, what I have always been a person - you are like this. Treat the same person? You can't even cook the same dishes, how are you partial to him!"
Chu nightning was speechless: "The same person will not eat the same meal every morning, you should stop making trouble, the porridge will be cold for a while."
Stepping on Xianjun said: "Don't drink!"
"You really don't drink anymore?"
"Don't drink!"
Chu night Ning decapitated: "Okay, then I'll give it to the dog. It's just a pity that the cloud legs in it are your favorite last time."
"… "
That's it, Stepping Immortal Monarch is always in this state of himself and himself competing for favor and favor.
As a light-hearted master Mo, who has experienced two worlds and has an old god, he can't understand this stupid behavior at all.
At this moment, Mo Ran, who is working hard, doesn't know at all. In a few hours, if he switches to the personality of stepping on the fairy, what kind of crazy actions will he make...