After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"Hey, you can't eat that stuff."

The seal talisman master next to him subconsciously reminded him.

"I know." Song Xi nodded with a smile, and explained in a friendly voice to the dumbfounded talisman master, "I'm worried that the speed of grinding ink won't keep up with my speed of drawing talismans."

"???"

The talisman seal master's eyes widened, and he looked at the ink on his desk that had not been used up, which made him even more confused.

No, can there still be such troubles?

Shouldn't you first consider whether your mental power recovery can keep up with the speed of drawing talismans? !

Song Xi reckoned that the heat was almost ready, so he reached out Shi Shiran to open the alchemy furnace, wanting to take a look at the pot of ink that he had carefully prepared.

As soon as one of the lids was lifted, a strange smell wafted out.

"..."

Song Xi's hands froze.

Oh, the car overturned.

She forgot one very serious thing.

——The ink itself has a smell when its fragrance fades away, and the ink from the inferior ink stick of Langqi is even more smelly.

Song Xi's reaction was extremely quick, and she wanted to snap back the lid of the alchemy furnace in an instant, but her doggy behavior obviously caught the attention of Mo Qi, who had always been sullen.

He thought Song Xi was up to something.

Mo Qi stretched out his hand in an instant, wanting to lift the lid of the alchemy furnace that Song Xi had already covered.

Song Xi raised her eyebrows. Mo Qi was a stubborn and rebellious person. She changed her mind and reached out her hand to stop him symbolically. On the contrary, it strengthened Mo Qi's determination to lift the lid of the alchemy furnace.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Song Xi withdrew his hand obediently, and quickly took out a breath-holding talisman with his backhand and stuck it on his body, holding his breath.

She sighed sadly, put her palms up on her knees sitting cross-legged, pinched her thumbs and middle fingers together, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes in pity, and couldn't bear to look any further.

Witnessed by gods and Buddhas.

It was Mo Qi who insisted on opening it, and it was definitely not her fault.

"???"

Mo Qi squinted his eyes, glanced at Song Xi who was hanging high up like an old monk who was usually nothing to do with himself, and paused slightly. The man's sixth sense always gave him an ominous premonition.

But before he had time to think about it, his hand was already one step ahead of his brain, and he lifted the lid of the alchemy furnace first.

"……vomit."

An indescribable stench instantly filled the entire yard.

Originally, when Song Xi climbed on the table, he only attracted a small number of talisman masters around who were not strong enough to eat melons, but when Mo Qi lifted the lid, all the talisman masters in the audience subconsciously looked back.

——Everyone tacitly wants to see who is openly shitting in the yard.

It also smells so bad.

Mo Qi maintained the posture of lifting the lid with one hand, and froze in place: "..."

"Song, Xi." Mo Qi's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he paused every word, and two words popped out from between his teeth.

He turned his head sullenly, and warned the culprit who was sitting there with an innocent face and pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, "You are a sign of disturbing others, don't blame my ruthless subordinates."

"It's wrong, Lord Wolf Rider."

Song Xi didn't panic at all, opened his eyes calmly, his eyes fell on Mo Qi's hand that was still holding the lid of the alchemy furnace, and he raised his chin, "The little one has already discovered the problem and made a remedy in time, obviously you didn't care about it. The villain wished to open it forcibly."

"What should I do?" Song Xi tilted his head pretending to be distressed, and asked tentatively, "Why don't you commit suicide?"

Mo Qi: "???"

How does this person manage to throw the pot away with justification.

He squeezed the lid of the alchemy furnace in his hand, thought about the weak and unreliable alliance between the two, and forcibly resisted the urge to fall directly on Song Xi's face, "What the hell are you doing? !"

Song Xi coughed lightly, taking Versailles as a matter of course, "I draw talismans very quickly."

She seemed to be indifferent to the scene of extreme social death and disintegration facing Mo Qi in front of her. She pointed to a small puddle of ink on someone else's inkstone with a calm expression, "Grinding ink is too slow, which delays my development."

Mo Qi: "..."

He recalled the scene where Song Xi performed a talisman technique for him, and he was strangely convinced.

"I'm asking." Mo Qi was trembling with anger, "What did you add in it?"

As the person closest to the alchemy furnace other than Song Xi, he was the first to bear the brunt of being dizzy from the smell.

Mo Qi was smothered until his expression collapsed, "Why is it so stinky?!"

"You can't blame me, the ink stick you gave is too low-quality." Song Xi stretched out his hand and pressed the breath-closing amulet on his body worriedly, making sure that it was firmly attached and that he was not in the risk of being smelly, so he looked up at Mo Qi .

"But I heard that the ink is not completely stinky." Song Xi hesitated for a moment, and seriously suggested, "Why don't you smell it carefully, maybe there is a fragrance?"

"..."

"Are you trying to kill me and inherit my position as wolf rider?" Mo Qi took a deep breath.

Facing the gazes of many talisman masters, he could only try to maintain his superficial calm.

Mo Qi put the lid back on pretending to be calm, pasted a closed breath talisman on himself as if nothing had happened, and said coldly to the other talisman masters, "Stop watching the fun, and continue drawing talisman seals for me."

Other talisman masters: "..."

You are noble, you are amazing.

If you can't handle a little girl, you take it out on us.

Just as Mo Qi took a step and prepared to quickly retreat to Song Xi's side, the surrounding talisman seal masters also obediently turned their heads one after another, preparing to continue their infighting for the only spot.

Song Xi's urging voice sounded behind Mo Qi, "Dear Lord Wolf Rider."

Mo Qi paused, suppressing the conditioned urge to turn back, without stopping, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and continued walking.

"You have delayed for too long, this pot of ink has dried up." Song Xi continued to throw the bombshell calmly, "Look, should I boil the pot again or...can you think of a way for me?"

There are only two kinds of talismans for her, one is the best blind box talisman produced by herself, and the other is the talisman drawn by her elder brother.

Although the elder brother's talisman is not so exaggerated that Zhang Zhang can make a talisman, but the probability of producing the best talisman is very high, and the effect is very good.

Just now, in order to get the ink out of the pot quickly, she used a superb flame talisman produced by Xie Yue.

When Mo Qi forced Lai Lai just now, no one picked the talisman to control the heat, the ink in the alchemy furnace was overheated, and the water was dried up.

Mo Qi successfully stopped.

what to cook

Still fucking boil shit? !

"I will grind the ink for you personally." Mo Qi gritted his teeth, desperately building himself up.

He quickly turned around and returned to Song Xi's side, snatched an ink stick from the talisman seal teacher's desk next to him, and began to frantically rub the ink stick against the inkstone as if venting his anger.

Mo Qi has made up his mind, he insists on proving today that he can grind ink faster than Song Xi can draw talismans.

The talisman master who reached out for the ink stick next to him shrank his neck and pursed his mouth in grievance.

"..."

What did he do wrong?

"What are you looking at?" Mo Qizheng was furious, and had already begun to attack everyone except Song Xi indiscriminately.

The young man kept moving his hands, and took the time to look at him coldly, "You can't use up all the ink sticks on the table."

Not everyone is as talented as Song Xi.

Mo Qi quickly shook his head, throwing away the terrible thoughts in his mind.

If it's all Song Xi, it's okay, he might as well commit suicide.

"It's embarrassing for Mr. Wolf Rider to serve me personally." Song Xi said embarrassingly, and honestly picked up the Langhao pen in his hand, which was naturally full of ink.

Mo Qi: "..."

Whenever Song Xi hesitated for a second, he was willing to believe that Song Xi was really embarrassed.

He now feels like Song Xi's bookboy.

Song Xi was still sitting cross-legged on the table, looking like he had no bones, but his expression obviously became a little more serious. Song Xi blew on the tip of the Langhao brush, and confirmed it to Mo Qi one last time, "Master Wolf Rider, as long as the golden light appears, you will be fine." Effective talismans, right?"

Mo Qi was a little confused, but he still showed full trust in this established rule.

"Yes." Mo Qi frowned impatiently, "Is there any problem?"

Didn't you see that he was concentrating on grinding ink?

"No no."

Song Xi was relieved. She recalled the talisman seals she had drawn under the supervision of the head of Yuhe before, dipped in the ink, and wrote quickly.

As a knife repairer, she has a lot of strength, so she subconsciously strikes harder, and the flaws on the surface of the inferior paper have no effect on the fluency of her writing.

Song Xi's speed was really fast. After one painting was finished, the runes hadn't completely turned into gold, and the second finished talisman had already been stacked up.

The golden light flashed repeatedly, and Zhang Zhang made a talisman.

Soon, a small stack of talisman seals was piled up on Song Xi's table.

"???"

The seal talisman master sitting next to Song Xi stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Even the speed of his hands became an afterimage, the inkstone was splashed with water, and Mo Qi, who was about to grind the inkstone to sparks, looked straight at him, and the movements of his hands involuntarily slowed down.

Hiss, he looks small.

*****Off topic*****

This chapter is to make up for yesterday's pinch.

I went to have a meal, and then started to update today's~