Mo Xi was staring at him nakedly with such a half-smile, which gave birth to a long-lost embarrassment. He pursed his lips and turned his face away.
Naturally, Murong Chuyi would not really take the initiative to help Gu Mang to ask the other two people. But since he had already nodded and agreed to Gu Mang, that is to say, he had stated his position, it was indeed worth considering for Mo Xi and Jiang Yexue.
Gu Mang folded his arms with one hand, leaning against the stone wall and turning the bayonet: "How is it? Do you want to cooperate?"
Helping criminals hide the situation is a serious crime of deceiving the king. But Gu Mang's proposal at the moment was right. They were indeed grasshoppers on a boat.
Jiang Yexue glanced at Murong Chuyi and said, "Since my uncle is willing... then I won't say anything. As long as you don't do anything embarrassing, I will help you keep it a secret."
Gu Mang smiled and cupped his hands at him: "I know you. Thank you."
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Mo Xi, and the smile faded.
"What did Xihe-jun say?"
Mo Xi was silent for a while: "...I won't hand you over to the Lord."
"That's good." Gu Mang smiled lazily, "All of you are gentlemen, and a man and a man can't be chased after a word, I help you do things, you help me keep secrets, and you don't owe each other."
Murong Chuyi asked, "Are you planning to go to the island to arrest people now?"
Gu Mang sat down and said, "Don't worry, in order to escape from Wuyan's hands, I used up too much spiritual energy. You can introduce my brother to me for a meal."
After he finished speaking, he turned over the barbecued meat skewered on the branches twice. Only then did Mo Xi realize that what he was roasting on the bonfire was a plump goose.
Although Mo Xi was arrogant, he saw Gu Mang's pain in the past, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He still wanted to make peace with Gu Mang, so he asked in a low voice, "...Where did you come from."
Gu Mang ignored him.
Mo Xi: "..."
Seeing this, Jiang Yexue was embarrassed, and said in a warm voice, "This is stored on my nuclear boat." After that, she took out the nuclear boat that the group had taken when they came to the island.
He put the nuclear boat on the ground, and a little on his fingertips, the boat immediately stretched ten percent from the size of the thumb cover, like a wooden tub.
Jiang Yexue's voice was gentle: "Boatman, please bring some more refreshments."
"Come on!" A crisp and melodious voice came from the large nuclear boat with a large wooden basin, with a soft tone of Wu Nong, and giggled, "There are fresh fruits and cakes, and there are still Lingshan Miaoyu and black tea in our house. Dongdancong, which ones do you want?"
"Take a few of each."
The silver bell laughed crisply: "Okay, here we go."
After all, the cabin curtain of the nuclear boat was lifted and dropped, and behind the bamboo curtain turned out a lifelike clay figurine boatgirl. When she was on the boat, she was only half the size of a palm. A mud maid, holding a wooden tray full of berry snacks and two pots of hot tea.
Mo Xi watched Mud Boat Lady put the tray by the fire pit with a smile, and asked, "Why didn't I see this puppet when I was on the boat?"
"She is smarter than the other puppets. It took me a lot of work to make it. When we were on the nuclear boat, she was responsible for driving the boat and flying without showing up."
Mu Chuanniang raised a face with Liu Meifeng's eyes, and she could indeed see that she was Jiang Yexue's intentional work. She was obviously just a clay man, but she had a delicate face that was very similar to a real person. It is very meticulous, and its actions are more flexible than other clay figures.
Chuan Niang bowed to everyone, and said pretty lively: "If there is nothing else, I will go back to the boat first."
"Hey, girl, don't be in a hurry to come back." Gu Mang looked interesting, stopped her, and tried to ask with a smile, "Do you have lychee wood on your boat?"
"The mast is made of lychee wood, but unfortunately I can't give it to you."
Gu Mang asked curiously, "Do you know what I want lychee wood for?"
Chuan Niang giggled and pointed to the crackling bonfire: "The lychee wood barbecue is the most unique taste. I'm afraid the young master is not playing that greedy idea."
"..." Gu Mang turned his head to look at Jiang Yexue in surprise, "How could she even know this?"
Jiang Yexue lowered her eyes and smiled, "When I refined her, I fused a copy of "Kyushu Foods" into her skull."
"Okay." Gu Mang couldn't help but clapped his hands twice, "I haven't seen him for a few years. Brother Jiang's craftsmanship is getting better and better. Not to mention the vividness of what he does, he's still very smart."
Jiang Yexue glanced at Murong Chuyi: "It's still worse than my uncle."
Murong Chuyi turned a deaf ear to Jiang Yexue's compliments, leaning against the rock wall with her arms folded and silent.
With his attitude, Jiang Yexue still smiled slightly. He ordered Chuan Niang to go back to the cabin, re-turn the boat into the size of a walnut, and put it back into the universe. Afterwards, he praised Murong Chuyi warmly and said, "My uncle is the most amazing master of craftsmanship. He can turn flowers into boats and make buildings from rain."
There was some coaxing in the words.
But Murong Chuyi didn't eat this set, he simply closed his phoenix eyes, which seemed disgusting.
Mo Xi: "..."
Gu Mang: "…"
Mo Xi thought to himself, this idiot doesn't know what kind of abilities this idiot has. The two nephews are all rushing to support him, but Yue Chenqing is so enthusiastic that he will blow it when he meets everyone. Jiang Yexue and outsiders didn't mention his uncle very much, but he didn't expect that when they were really dragged together for comparison, Jiang Yexue, as the first elder of the academy, did not hesitate to offer Murong Chuyi to him. high.
However, Jiang Yexue's self-imposed figure was different from Yue Chenqing's bullshit. Yue Chenqing was ignored by Murong Chuyi, which only made people think that Yue Chenqing was funny.
But Jiang Yexue was so sincere and did not hesitate to offer her own compliment and was ignored by Murong Chuyi, but it would make people feel that Jiang Yexue was pitiful.
Gu Mang also felt this awkward atmosphere, Gu Mang said: "Mr. Murong is an elder anyway, Brother Jiang, you can't compare to normal. Come on, the roast goose is almost ready, let's eat first. I haven't eaten my crispy skin before. Goose? Try it."
Although Gu Mang had a grudge against Chonghua, Jiang Yexue couldn't hate Gu Mang, and Murong Chuyi had no sense of belonging to the country. Besides, they all had a common goal at present, so no one went to him. Calculate some and not.
The roast goose was cooked, dripping with grease. Gu Mang took it off the shelf, picked the goose breast with the most fleshy flesh, and rubbed it with a knife to slice it into thin slices. The crispy skin was placed on the banana leaf, and Gu Mang sprinkled a little coarse salt on top, exactly two servings, and handed them to Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue respectively.
Jiang Yexue took a sip, Gu Mang smiled and said, "How is it?"
"I didn't expect you to have this skill."
Gu Mang laughed and said, "It would be even better if it was roasted with lychee wood. When roasting, it would be filled with some berries. The taste is absolutely nothing to say."
Jiang Yexue asked, "When did you learn it?"
"Self-taught without a teacher, self-taught." Gu Mang said, and went to prepare to slice some new roast goose, "Enjoy yourself."
Jiang Yexue said, "Why didn't you do it before?"
Mo Xi looked at the warm bonfire, and suddenly said in a low voice, "He has done it before."
Jiang Yexue was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "That's right, you two were on good terms at that time. I remember that Gu Mang really always took care of you..."
Gu Mang didn't seem to want to have too much to do with Mo Xi, so he immediately shook his hand and said, "It's a lot of work, there's nothing to take care of."
After speaking, he smiled at Mo Xi, but that smile was a bit perfunctory.
"How long has it been since you remembered that roast goose. In my impression, the roasted goose was not well controlled when it was heated, and it tasted like chewing wax. Even if you hate me again, Xihejun, don't expose me at this time. Short." After saying that, he touched his nose, leaving a pinch of gray on the tip of his nose unintentionally, "I want a face too."
Through the firelight, Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang, who seemed to be laughing and ruthless.
There are too many words stuck, but it is doomed to have no results when asked.
And at the moment, he himself couldn't handle the tone of speaking to Gu Mang. He felt that he would do something very impulsive with just a little push. As long as you open your mouth, as long as you release your emotions, it is doomed to be difficult to take back.
So he simply stopped talking.
Whether Gu Mang deliberately ignored him, or really wanted to continue to be hostile to him, he thought that if he could bear it, he would endure it first.
The crispy, tender and fragrant goose meat had another banana leaf. Gu Mang put away the knife and sat down to eat with the leaf in his hands.
Jiang Yexue was as careful as a hair and felt the subtlety of it, and stopped eating the roast goose—Gu Mang sliced meat for him and Murong Chuyi, but he didn't plan to help Mo Xi too. Some, this is a little embarrassing. In addition, Mo Xi is a young master whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and it is impossible to handle sliced roast goose, and the atmosphere is embarrassing and embarrassing.
Just as he was about to say something and bring it over, Gu Mang raised his head: "I remember, I forgot about you, Xihe-Jun."
Mo Xi: "..."
"Do you want me to cut it for you?"
Without waiting for Mo Xi to say anything, he held the banana leaf with a smile, and said insincerely, "Oh, forget it, what I cut out with a bloody hand, Xi Hejun is so pure and noble, where would you like to eat it? Ah, come on by yourself."
Mo Xi said, "...No need. I'm not hungry."
Jiang Yexue knew Mo Xi's stubborn temperament, so she couldn't bear to say: "Xihe-Jun, your body has just recovered, so you should put some pads on it—"
"It's alright." Mo Xi got up and said, "You guys can eat. I can count my own body."
"But… "
"He said that there are numbers." Gu Mang grabbed Jiang Yexue and smiled, "Xi He-jun is no longer a little guy who has just entered the military camp at the age of fifteen or six. You can believe him when he says it. By the way, brother Jiang, you Do you want another leg?"
Jiang Yexue: "..."
After eating the roast goose and having some refreshments, Gu Mang called Mowu Yongye and prepared to set off after a little preparation.
"You all meditate in the cave to restore your spiritual power. Wait for an hour. If I still can't find a suitable monster to catch back after an hour, I will tell you in the old way. Are you clear?"
The old method he said was the voice transmission of spirit butterflies. In the past, when they were on the battlefield, the person who was the scout would pass on the situation on the front line to the comrades in the rear.
Jiang Yexue said, "Okay, don't worry."
Gu Mang hid the bayonet in his sleeve and said, "Then I'm leaving."
After saying that, the figure swept away and quickly escaped into the night.
Mo Xi stood at the entrance of the cave, and when Gu Mang left, he passed him by, and neither of them turned to look at each other, but when Gu Mang was far away, he immediately turned his eyes to the direction where Gu Mang's back disappeared.
Jiang Yexue came to Mo Xi and asked, "What happened to you?"
"..." Mo Xi's fluffy eyelashes drooped down, but he didn't answer.
"You've been acting weird since you came out of the time mirror. I just asked Gu Mang why, he only said that he was stimulated by the mirror and recovered most of his memories, and he didn't say much about the rest. I don't think he can be forced. , so I didn't ask more." Jiang Yexue paused, "Now that he's gone, can you tell me what you saw in the mirror?"
Mo Xi said, "...We went back to eight years ago."
Jiang Yexue opened her eyes slightly: "After Gu Mang's betrayal?"
"No. Before." Mo Xi said, "I went back to the eve of his mutiny."
Jiang Yexue said hesitantly when he mentioned this matter with a pale face, "You are in the time mirror, are you trying to persuade Gu Mang?"
"Yeah. Persuaded, but it's useless." Mo Xi said wearily, "This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is... I saw some things that we didn't know in the past."
Jiang Yexue's hand on the armrest of the wooden wheelchair was slightly curled up, and she was also concerned: "What's the matter?"
Mo Xi was silent for a while: "I can't say yet, I can't figure out a clear context right now, and in many cases, I can only see the tip of the iceberg. So I want to wait until I return to the city and re-investigate the old case from eight years ago. "
Jiang Yexue was about to say something else, when she heard deep in the cave, Yue Chenqing's weak voice with a weeping tone, murmured, "Fourth Uncle..."