Legend of the Gu Demon

The silver moon is in the sky, the green light is like a veil,

The silvery moon's light fell on Ningchen, but it seemed to have covered Ningchen with a layer of gauze.

Ningchen walked slowly towards his home. A gust of evening wind blew, making his black hair dance wildly and his clothes rustling.

Although the evening breeze was puzzled, it unexpectedly curled up the corners of Ningchen's mouth.

"Although it cost nearly a hundred Yuan Stones, almost 30% of the market price, I finally got the bronze relic Gu!"

With a smile on his lips, his consciousness fell into the void, and the jade ball-like Gu worm was lying peacefully in the corner.

The ordinary market price of bronze relic Gu is several hundred Yuan stones, which is no more expensive than five hundred Yuan stones. The highest market price is about three hundred Yuan stones.

Three hundred and fifty Yuan Stones were already considered expensive, but Ningchen's move this time was extremely bold, and he offered a high price of four hundred Yuan Stones.

With such a high price, the Jia family naturally had no reason to refuse!

And this bronze relic Gu also fell into Ningchen's hands.

I walked back home slowly, stepped in the door, glanced slightly, and saw that the restaurant was filled with a table of delicacies.

"Young Master is back, please have a meal."

Cuichan stood aside with her eyes lowered, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, and performed a Wanfu salute, showing an extremely supple look.

"Um."

Ningchen remained calm and looked as normal as usual.

I walked to the restaurant and sat at the main seat. At a quick glance, I saw that there were five or six dishes on one table.

The golden mushrooms support the bacon like a canopy, adding a bit of freshness to the already attractive bacon.

The sapphire-like green jade vegetables are coiled on the plate, and are dotted with a few chicken feet on the side. From a distance, they look quite like dragons.

The plump white chicken lay quietly on the plate, in the center of the dining table, with a bulging abdomen, as if something had been stuffed...

"Cui Chan, the presentation is pretty good."

Ningchen took a quick glance and saw that the whole table of dishes not only looked good in appearance, but also sold well. Even if he could not be called a "god of chef", he could still be called a great chef.

"Young Master... As long as the Lord likes it."

Faced with Ningchen's sudden opening, Cuichan seemed a little cautious, and even had a slight stutter in her mouth.

Cui Chan was the domestic slave that Ningchuan bought to replace Ye Ling'er after Ye Ling'er's death. Cui Chan is roughly the same as Ye Ling'er.

But Cuichan doesn't think as much as Ye Ling'er...

"This little girl's worries are written all over her face."

Ningchen smiled faintly in his heart, but he didn't care what she was thinking. He picked up his chopsticks and started to enjoy his dinner.

He picked up a piece of dark red bacon and put it into his mouth. He chewed it lightly and the oil contained in it exploded in his mouth.

Surprisingly, it is not greasy at all, but adds a bit of meaty aroma.

He picked up a piece of white chopped chicken, dipped it in the soy sauce on the side, and put it into his mouth. The meat was extremely delicious, firm and smooth, and the soy sauce was the finishing touch.

One chopstick after another, Ningchen tasted the delicacies in front of him. The only sound left in the whole bamboo house was the sound of Ningchen chewing and the chopsticks clashing with each other.

Soon, most of the dishes on the table were finished, and Ningchen was seven-quarters full.

Ningchen picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped his lips, then looked at Ye Ling'er who never dared to speak.

"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Cuichan?"

"Ah? What? Can't you understand what you are saying?"

Cui Chan raised her head but met Ning Chen's calm gaze. Those eyes made her panic, so she had to refuse quickly.

"I'm in a good mood and I'm giving you a chance to speak. If you don't speak this time, you won't be able to tell me about this matter again."

Ningchen sat on the chair and talked eloquently, his eyes seemed to penetrate Cuichan's heart,

Cui Chan heard this and immediately became anxious, so she had to take the initiative to speak,

"Okay, Young Master, I do have something to do."

"What I want to say is, can you cancel this position as the leader of the domestic slaves? That Yilian is really... to us..."

"Are you questioning my decision, Cuichan?"

Before Cuichan could finish speaking, Ningchen interrupted her coldly.

Ningchen's voice was not loud, but it made Ye Ling'er dare not speak again.

"Really? Cuichan, answer me."

"No...no, young master."

Although there was no anger in Ningchen's words, the coldness behind them also made Cuichan swallow what she wanted to say.

"So, what do you mean?"

"that is..."

"Forget it if you can't tell me. Don't mention this to me again in the future."

"Also, Cui Chan, you're a little bit offended. You have to make it clear that you are my slave, and I will always be your master."

"You take care of me and my brother's daily life. I don't mind being more tolerant to you, but if you take the tolerance I give you as a tool to negotiate terms with me, I don't mind withdrawing your tolerance."

Ningchen stood up and walked to Cui Chan, gently holding Cui Chan's throat with one hand, his eyes were calm and cold, but it made Cui Chan even more frightened.

How could Cuichan resist Ningchen's huge strength? She held Ningchen's arms and wrists with both hands, trying to break them open, but she couldn't move even a little bit.

Cuichan's face turned a little red. Although Ningchen didn't exert any force, it still caused her great pain.

Ningchen's fingertips gently groped Cuichan's throat. Her delicate neck was like a swan, and Ningchen could easily twist it off.

Ningchen quietly looked at Cuichan struggling in her hands. Her face turned red and her eyes were a little blurry.

But Ningchen remained unmoved, his palms seemed to be made of steel and could not be shaken at all, his eyes remained calm,

When Cuichan's face almost turned the color of liver, he put her down.

Plop~ Cuichan fell to the ground, her mouth wide open, greedily breathing in the air.

"So, don't be so arrogant, okay? There are not many servants like you who are beautiful, sweet, and can do housework."

Ningchen squatted down and gently stroked Ye Ling'er's face with a smile on his lips.

"Well...Okay."

Cuichan looked up and saw Ningchen laughing. She was even more frightened. Her body trembled like a sieve. She didn't dare to say a word in response, for fear that she would not be able to leave the room if she said one more word.

"Well, this is good. Let's go."

Ningchen smiled even more happily when he saw this, and left the restaurant and walked into his own room.

After Cuichan took a break, she also stood up and walked back to the servant dormitory. She,

"Hey, do you think it will be useful to let Chan'er go and plead with the young master?"

"I don't know! You know our young master is moody and unpredictable."

"Yes, now we can only wait for Chan'er's news."

In the slave dormitory, a group of slaves gathered together, whispering, fearing that the new "head of the slaves" would hear them, and if she heard them, she would definitely scold them.

"I'm back..."

"How is it, how did the talk go?!"

Cui Chan raised her head and shook her head quietly, and everyone's face darkened when they saw this,

"It won't work after all..."