Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 249 The Double Strategy of Little Cutie and Little Cruelty ([-])
Chapter 275 Tea is Good Tea
When the four of them came to the study room, the little nurse looked around all the way, and she was all curious: "An M—Master!"

She wanted to call An Mo's name casually, but was stopped by her father's warning eyes, and changed her words abruptly: "...Master An, if you find that bad guy, can you kill him from such a distance?"

An Mo paused while holding the pen and glanced at the little nurse. The nurse's eyes were full of curiosity, doubts and admiration that was about to emerge, but there was no life-threatening worry or fear. She was surprised by the nurse's absence. He joked: "Aren't you afraid that I might make a mistake and cause your death?"

The little nurse shook her head repeatedly, her tone full of determination: "No, I think the two of us are destined. You will definitely succeed, but my life should not be cut off."

After finishing speaking, seeing that An Mo was still joking, he added, "My intuition is right!"

An Mo burst out laughing. This was the first time she met such an interesting person. She believed in her intuition when she was about to die, and even explained it in a serious manner. This may be the unique personality of the female protagonist that attracts the male protagonist in the novel, otherwise There will be no noble people in your life.

"What else do you feel, tell me?" An Mo asked, pretending to be serious.

Musize on the side saw the two chatting again and again, so he didn't stop him anymore. After all, the parties involved were not in a hurry, so why did he worry about it? Besides, he also believed that An Mo didn't understand Those who prioritized things went into the kitchen to make tea with peace of mind.

When he returned to the study with the tea tray, he saw the anxious look of the middle-aged man who hesitated to speak. He poured a cup of tea and handed it over, pointing to the chair behind him: "Drink tea first."

The man had no choice but to be afraid of being under such tyrannical coercion again, so he had to sit down obediently, sipping his tea, his expression became even uglier after he drank it.

The tea is not good tea, and the person who makes the tea is not good enough, it is even more difficult to drink. The man only thinks that the process of taking this small sip of tea into his stomach is comparable to drinking traditional Chinese medicine. The fragrance of tea still leaves endless bitterness echoed for a long time.

Musize picked up a cup of tea and put it to his mouth. Seeing the man's expression, he stopped immediately. After thinking for a while, he put down the teacup, picked up another cup and handed it to the little nurse: "Drink tea."

The little nurse was still eloquently explaining to An Mo about her supernatural intuition, when she said that she didn't feel thirsty when she was excited, but when she saw tea, her brain sent out information reflexively, and her mouth immediately became parched. .

She took it and took a big sip without any image. She didn't taste the taste and quenched her thirst: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Musizer looked at the other party's sincere smile, and smiled himself. He picked up the teapot at hand and put it on the table: "Drink slowly, if it's not enough, I can brew more. There are plenty of tea leaves."

He never drank his cup of tea, nor gave his girlfriend a cup, but he thought he had discovered a new talent: tea ceremony.

No one expected that this conversation, which was purely small talk, continued from the setting sun until it was dark. The little nurse had already drank all the tea in the teapot, and was drinking with relish in the second pot made by Musizer.

The middle-aged man looked at Master An and his daughter, who had not done anything serious for two hours, and sighed sadly, feeling that his few hairs were about to fall out...

Musizer should be the most irrelevant existence in the whole room. He is reading a book of psychology by the window with great concentration, and above his head is a floor lamp with a fashionable and trendy shape. Wrapped inside, it softened the originally cold and hard facial lines.

A strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, and the yellow leaves that were so dry that they were crumbling finally returned to the earth, protecting their roots and soil.

Musize buckled the book and glanced at An Mo.

The four eyes met, and before An Mo could say anything, he immediately walked over, keeping his body very close, looking around, and asked in a low voice, "He's here?"

"Yeah." An Mo responded softly, picked up the magic weapon on the shelf behind him and put it in front of his chest, "If you dare to come here, some accident must have happened."

While talking, a boy entered through the wall and stood at the door of the study.

Looking at the black air that was enough to reach the ceiling, An Mo frowned fiercely, winked at the uncle and the little nurse and ordered them to retreat behind him, and then reminded Musize in a low voice: "There is something wrong with that child, the last time I saw him, he will return." It's just that the somewhat turbid soul body has completely turned black this time, and the facial features are blurred."

"Have you become a fierce ghost... the speed is a bit fast..." Musize murmured, and also grabbed a magic weapon.

Although he couldn't see it, he could faintly feel the trend of the "momentum" flowing around him. Generally speaking, it could be compared to: he could feel a strong evil spirit at the door of the study.

"Sister, you are so guarded against me, it really chills me..." The boy completely ignored the man and the little nurse who retreated quickly, as if his target was An Mo, and stared at her.

Hearing this, An Mo put down the magic weapon and spread his arms out, "Then why don't we hug each other?"

Standing beside her is a myth of golden luck, which is simply the way of heaven to walk, and I am afraid that no ghost would dare to approach it.

The boy sneered, and looked at Musize again: "Beautiful brother, it's no wonder I like you so much, and you don't look at me..."

After An Mo acted as a translator, Musize raised his eyebrows: "You want to hug me too?"

The boy sneered again, and opened his mouth to say something, but An Mo interrupted: "Stop thinking about chanting the mantra, I won't give you that long, your procrastination skills are really bad enough. "

As she said, she waved her right hand towards the boy, and a ray of light yellow light hit the boy. It was not a powerful spell, but a simple blessing spell.

However, it is precisely this simple technique that is fatal to ghosts and black air.

The boy's erratic soul dodged as fast as he could, and the black energy was still churning in place. The soul was already two meters away, and at the same time it let out a piercing cry, directly hitting An Mo's soul.

An Mo resisted his headache and turned around to see the condition of the two ordinary people behind him, only to find that they were staring at each other with their big eyes unscathed. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he shouted: "Tea, give me a cup of tea quickly! "

Musize hurriedly poured a cup of tea for An Mo and handed it over. One cup was not enough and he drank another cup, then the third cup, and the fourth cup...

With each cup of tea entering the intestines and stomach, An Mo's headache symptoms will be relieved a little until finally disappearing.

Unexpectedly, the tea brewed by people with golden luck has buffs. An Mo thought, and his movements became more and more agile. With the help of magic weapons and the bonus of golden luck, blessing spells were used to attack the boy one by one. The opponent fled in panic.

　Thanks to book friends 150712145703493, Xiao Guoguo and Xiao Guagua, Pingyan, ♂ Put Down ♀, Shirley Li 19, thank you.

　　
　
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