My wife is not a demon

That gorgeous and embarrassing scene unconsciously appeared in Chen Mu's mind. "No wonder it's called Ji Wuming, such a bad name."

Now that Ji Wuming is dead, the remaining person with the surname 'Ji' is Ji Dachun.

It seems that we need to investigate this person secretly.

While Chen Mu was thinking, he lifted the teapot to add water, but when he picked it up, he found that the tea inside was empty.

He looked up at the man opposite him with a speechless expression.

The iron cloth pile felt his swollen belly, and his originally depressed mood seemed to have regained some joy. He got up and said, "Let's go."

It’s okay, I drank at least 40 taels of tea for 39 taels.

Not a loss.

Throwing the silver in the purse on the counter angrily, the iron cloth pile patted Chen Mu on the shoulder: "Next time I invite you to the restaurant to drink good tea, this tea is too bad."

"...My lord, let me treat you next time."

Chen Mu sighed.

He finally understood that this guy really likes to pretend.

"Look down on people?" Tie Buzhuan looked at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not short of money."

Chen Mu nodded with a wry smile.

The two returned to the kneader's stall.

The craftsman handed the kneaded dough to the iron cloth pile, the corners of his eyes were deeply wrinkled, and his smile gradually rose: "Guest officer, I kneaded it according to your description, are you satisfied?"

The dough made out is a woman...

He has a slender figure, a slightly round face, a pair of staring eyes, and a bit of toughness between his brows, like a villain who has stepped out.

The iron cloth pile looked at it in a daze.

After a long time, he looked away, carefully put the masked doll in the box, thanked the old man, and left.

"Guest, this is yours."

The old man took out three kneaded dough figures and handed them to Chen Mu.

The mask in his hand was very similar to Chen Mu's appearance, with a handsome face and a bit of evil charm, as if it was really a shrunken version of Chen Mu.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. I'll bring my wife over to pinch another day."

Chen Mu laughed.

After wrapping up the three dough dolls carefully, Chen Mu went to the six doors.

After he left, the old man thought for a while, and made another puppet similar to Chen Mu, which was a little bigger in size, and placed it in front of the long wooden cabinet as a facade.

To be honest, it was the first time he saw such a handsome man as Chen Mu.

Putting it here will definitely attract many girls, after all, most of the people who come to knead dough are children and girls.

This is called a business mind.

Sure enough, soon a beautiful girl in a black dress came to the stall.

Looking at all kinds of delicate faces in front of her, her beautiful eyes gleamed, and there was deep curiosity in those pure baby-like eyes.

The old man smiled and said: "Little girl, are you a dough maker?"

The girl looked at it for a long time with her head tilted, and picked up the 'Chen Mu' mask. After all, he is the largest here, which is quite conspicuous.

"This is Wenquxing."

The old man made up a name and laughed. "One costs thirty Wen."

The girl in the black skirt caressed the face, looked at it, then opened her moist cherry lips, and bit off the head of 'Chen Mu'...

Unappetizing.

The girl frowned, turned and left.

The old man wanted to chase after him, but after only two steps, he found that the other party's figure had gone away, and he cursed out of breath, "It's too much for a young man to bully an old man like me."

Chapter 181 Top Asura Field?

Back to the six doors, a familiar figure came into Chen Mu's eyes.

It was Su Qiaoer.

The girl in the pink dress was sitting on a chair, eating a candied haws she bought from someone unknown, looking cute and cute.

The most eye-catching part of the small waist, against the background of the skirt, looks extraordinarily soft.

It really explains what a snake waist is.

"Snapped!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Mu directly locked the courtyard door.

Then rubbing her hands, like a big bad wolf with malicious intentions, she walked towards the pure little rabbit: "Sister Qiaoer, miss me again? Let's play a little applause game, shall we?"

The pretty young girl who looked young was biting a candied haws, squinting her almond eyes and said, "You are in danger."

Chen Mu was taken aback, frowned and said, "Someone wants to assassinate me?"

Last time, this girl gave information about the assassination of Da Siming. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but he didn't expect Zhiyue to replace him.

Thinking about it now is scary for a while.

At this moment, the girl sent another message, and Chen Mu had to take it seriously.

"There is news that someone has already offered to kill you."

The girl wrapped her jade feet with a pair of pearly white pointed boots, shaking slightly, making a rattling sound on the chair legs.

"Who killed me?"

"I don't know, anyway, the one who killed you was not the killer of the Heavenly Court organization, but other killer organizations."

"and then?"

Chen Mu noticed that the girl in front of him had changed her hairstyle.