Sora, who secretly followed and stood outside the window, and Mandrill, who were waiting behind the screen, were stunned.

Zhongli repeated the previous question again: "What do you want?"

"A contract, Mr. Zhongli." Wutong lowered his eyes, then raised his head and looked over firmly: "I only want this contract."

The two of them were in a silent confrontation, reaching a stalemate for a long time.

When the tea on the table was almost cold, Zhongli looked away, but still did not speak.

Wutong looked at the bright white moonlight shining on the window lattice and remembered what Mr. Yao once said.

The road is difficult to walk, so you should find a way to walk on it instead of not walking on it.

So he made up his mind to speak again for further persuasion: "I will take him away, Mr. Zhongli, and I will show everyone this road."

Sustained silence.

Just when Wutong had given up hope and planned to draw a hoeing route overnight and feed Qingqiu bit by bit along the way.

"...I will ask for you." Zhongli finally turned his head, the white mist no longer rising from the tea in his hand, and said, "But I won't interfere, I will only inform him of the matter. "

at last! !

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, and softened his tense body. He smiled and drank the tea aside: "You are willing to tell him, which is a huge help to me. It is really very important." Thank you very, very much, Mr. Zhongli."

Now that the most important things have been discussed, I checked the time and it seemed that I could still catch up with dinner time at Wangshu Inn. I casually chatted about future plans and soon said goodbye to Zhongli and left. After all, she usually said there was no need to wait for dinner, and Paimon and Kong claimed they knew it, but they always waited until the end before ordering.

After Kongya left, Mandrill walked out from behind the screen and stood next to Zhongli.

The emperor acquiesced to Kong's hiding, so he didn't do anything unnecessary.

"Do you want to sign that contract with her?"

"It all depends on the emperor."

Zhongli shook his head and looked at the empty cup with no water left: "I only tell you, not make a decision."

"..."

However, before the two of them could say anything else, suddenly, energetic shouts sounded from far to near, and no one heard them before they could see them.

Mandrill frowned slightly, lowered his head, and took a step back.

Zhongli sighed, drank all the tea in the cup, and stood up.

If that child doesn't go out in time, he won't be able to see anyone, and all the neighbors will probably know that the master of the Hall of Rebirth paid a lot of money to find a guest.

However, before going out, Zhongli stopped before stepping out of the room, and said to Mandrill, who was standing in the shadow with his hands behind his back, about to teleport away: "Haha. Speaking of which, recently, people at Wangshu Inn may have There will be a lot, but don’t be nervous, you know them all.”

"...?"

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Sir, I seem to have experienced the feeling of negotiating a big deal worth hundreds of millions and just getting off the negotiating table.

If this matter is negotiated, it will be a sure profit! Sustainable development!

I just feel a little sorry...

I have a bad conscience, so I go to my parents or my immediate boss or something...

Mainly, they say they are helping, but in fact they are not helping thoroughly. Even the King of Rocks cannot eradicate the karma. How could she do it? Even if she could do it, she would not dare to do it. This is equivalent to tampering, and the butterfly effect world explodes. It's not just talk.

The thing that tortured the other person for thousands of years and made him lose everything might be just a meal for Qingqiu. A meal can change nothing, but nothing can be changed. The fate of those Yashas who died before and whose whereabouts are unknown will still happen to Mandrill. In the future, when demons are eliminated, the pain will still be painful, and the loneliness will still be lonely.

What seems like giving is actually just a brief lucid dream and counts as nothing?

So cruel, I suddenly felt that Qingqiu was really not a human being...

It feels like collecting a lot of money on a regular basis, but squeezing out the hard work of the people...

Let her think of another way! ! She is the red rabbit raised by her husband, and the blue rabbit is going to be hung from the street!

However, it is true that it has not yet been confirmed whether a large amount of karma will affect her.

This is not important for now, what is important is that the plan has taken a big step forward! Talking is useful! When she got back, she asked Sora to help her and talk to Mandrill. If it doesn't work, go to Jueyunjian and find other immortals. Let's all work together, please help and "inform" Mandrill.

as long as you try very hard, you can achieve anything!

The stinky thing in the abyss, wait, she is bound to get that memory fragment. So far, she has not seen anything that can block her way home.

What's more, you are someone with a grudge. She hasn't settled the matter yet for falling down the stairs. If I don't strip you of your identity as a shameless bad thing, you'll have to wrap your clothes tightly.

wait.

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"You're back? How did things go?" Kong unpacked the snacks he bought at Liyue Port, put them on the table, and asked knowingly while holding his hands.

Wutong picked up the fragrant grilled tiger fish and nodded while sipping the thorn: "It's settled. Speaking of which, how do you feel about your relationship with Mandrill?"

"Why did you suddenly mention mandrills? Is there something wrong?" Paimeng held up the Zhongyuan offal and blew on it because it burned his mouth.

I just had an excuse to go to Liyue Port to buy mung bean cakes, so I left Paimon alone at the inn to see what to eat tonight, and then ordered dinner by the way. I would bring more snacks to reward her when I come back. Therefore, only Kong knew the content of the conversation between Wutong and Zhongli, and only he knew why Mandrill was mentioned.

"...Actually, it's not bad. The mandrill is not as scary and difficult to touch as rumored." Sora picked up the mung bean cake and bit off half of it.

Wutong once said that the highest evaluation of a dessert is that it is not sweet.

It tastes really good, no wonder the other person can finish a box in just a short time.

"Really..."

Paimon looked left and right, feeling that the atmosphere was strange, and his chewing movements unconsciously slowed down.

"I want to sign a contract with Mandrill." Wutong swallowed the meat in his mouth and dropped a bombshell in a tone of talking about the weather today.

"Huh?" Paimeng stopped eating completely, with a look of shock on his face, and began to frown and think for a long time, but Nai He couldn't figure it out at all.

Kong sighed: "Does this contract have to be signed?"

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