Fast time travel: My host always wants to be a villain

Chapter 18 The Evil Spirit Strikes (18)

【.】Host, I didn’t say that, this thing looks really ugly, and the wings are different in length.Moreover, the head is the soul part of the paper crane, and it is squeezed into a strange shape. Don't blame him for using this idiom. I really can't find words to describe this paper crane.The proportions of the body are extremely uncoordinated, and I really don't know how it was pinched.Of course, I don't dare to say this in front of the host, it's fine to complain a little in my heart, no one knows anyway.

The despised paper crane was flying conscientiously, and Mo Shang leaned comfortably on the paper crane's neck, holding the still steaming coffee in his hand.

[Host, where does your coffee come from? 】I didn't see it when I was in the room.

"Oh, I can't help it. I have to work overtime in the evening, and I can only drink coffee to refresh myself. Why do you always squeeze me? The current workers are in a difficult situation."

I didn't, you are talking nonsense, I almost got on my knees and begged you to do the task.

[Host, do you have space on your body? 】

The sound of the Mir sounded in the depths of my mind, and the surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment.

"That's right." Mo Shang admitted generously.

Fuck, you just admit it like that, you can cover it up a little bit, what if that stinky man asks me to search and reclaim your space?
In all fairness, no matter whose side he is on, he will not want to fight against the host, it is too dangerous, and he does not want to die. Although he does not know why he has such an idea, it is almost an instinct.

"The person behind you should know me very well, so you don't have to be so surprised, otherwise how could they plot against me and send you here to watch me." Damn, if you let me know which grandson plotted against her, I will definitely hit you Blow his head off.

[Haha, host, you really love to joke. ] Mir smiled with a guilty face. He did have such an extra task. In addition to issuing tasks as a system, he was also responsible for observing and recording the host.Although I don't know what the use of this data is, that person can only do as he wants.

"Cuckoo." Master, we will be there soon.

"Okay, find a hidden place to put me down, and I'll walk up the rest of the way by myself."

After the paper crane flew a little higher, it inspected and found a place to put Mo Shang down.

"Zoom down a bit."

Zhihe immediately shrunk his body to the size of a fist when he heard that, and looked at her obediently.

"Peck my fingertips with your beak until it bleeds."

The paper crane obediently obeyed, and its beak, which was originally pure white, gradually became brightly colored.

Mo Shang saw that his fingertip had opened a small opening, and bright red blood dripped out.

"It's cheaper for you." In order to make it easier for me to travel in the future, I can only reluctantly bleed.

Mo Shang began to draw again with his fingertips. The pattern drawn by the thin red lines was mixed with black runes, as if melting into the depths of the paper crane, making it even more weird.

"Okay, now you can inhale aura. Inhale more, you know? Also, don't eat other things indiscriminately, it will hurt your stomach. You will be my private jet in the future, and I will pay you."

"Cuckoo." Got it, Master, I will definitely work hard and help Master wholeheartedly.

After hearing this, Mo Shang nodded in satisfaction, finally looking a little better.

"Go, eat more, the aura here doesn't cost money."

(End of this chapter)