The Demon Lord Orders Rickoff [Traveling]

"Yeah." Unable to refuse, Mu Qingchi drank the wine in the bowl boldly, and then he felt dizzy, the sky and the earth were spinning, and the figure was shaking, "Oh no, I won't drink too much this time, if it happens What if I forgot something?"

"Qingchi, don't torture yourself." Shen Moli stopped the person who kept patting his head, and pulled him to the side of the bed, "Do you have a headache, why don't you lie down."

When Mu Qingchi collapsed on the bed, Shen Moli had already put them all into the mustard bag, stood unsteadily by the bed and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll pour you a cup of tea to soothe the hangover."

"Mo Li, don't go, I'm fine." Mu Qingchi grabbed the man who was staggering and almost fell, and said, "Come on, lie down with me, we haven't been lying down like this for a long time."

The two lay on the bed, watched the houses around the bed keep spinning, and then hugged each other tightly.

After a while, Mu Qingchi couldn't help but said: "Li Li, do you...do you want to..."

Shen Moli shook his head, "I don't want to, I said drink, just drink, I will do what I say."

"...Then don't touch me. If you touch me again, it will come out of your shirt."

"Nonsense, nonsense, where did I touch you? My legs are itchy, but I can't scratch them."

"Really?" Mu Qingchi put his hand back on his lap.

After a while, Mu Qingchi was held again, and he said helplessly, "Where is it itching again this time? Legs or waist?"

"waist."

Mu Qingchi grabbed his waist and stroked it gently along his waistline, teasing him to moan repeatedly.He propped up his upper body, covered him and said, "Wang, I've lost."

Before anyone could respond, he couldn't wait to kiss her down.The lips and tongues of the two were entangled, and their hearts seemed to be getting closer at this moment. The familiar smell of the other was like the most effective aphrodisiac in the world, making the two of them burn like a raging fire.

Move forward slowly, like exploring in a mine of rare treasures, carefully...

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, the skills are much more refined than before.After the matter was over, Shen Moli repeatedly praised and fell asleep.

Mu Qingchi was afraid that he would forget things after waking up. How long had it been since they were so sweetly lingering, and he had to record it.

Enduring the drowsiness and dizziness after drinking, he got up from the bed again, covered the quilt, pressed a light kiss on the forehead, and then came to the table, he wanted to draw everything that happened just now.

After drawing five pictures in total, and even writing what each person said on the top of the characters, I went back to bed with satisfaction and fell asleep.

After Shen Moli woke up, he found that his head hurt more than before, and he couldn't get out of bed holding his head for a long time.Sure enough, he lost his cultivation, and all life began to become difficult, and he couldn't even drink wine without scruples.

Mu Qingchi hurriedly handed over the cold, not hot water, "Mo Li, have a drink."

After Shen Moli finished drinking the water, he found that his headache stopped immediately, and looked at him strangely.Mu Qingchi said with a smile: "After letting go of the cultivation pill, you will have to take it every day from now on, and your cultivation will rise quickly."

"How much do you have to eat? Is it harmful to your body if you do this?"

"It's harmless but beneficial. This will make my cultivation more stable, and I can store it freely. Don't worry." Mu Qingchi took out a box and said, "This is a new one I made, you put it away."

Shen Moli lamented: "At first I wanted to practice hard and fight against fate with you, but I don't want to drag you down now that I have lost my magic power. I am really ashamed in my heart."

Mu Qingchi hugged him in his arms, "I don't care about whether it's calamity or not. As long as I can be with you day and night, then my life is worth it. Besides, you don't lose all your mana, you If you want to become stronger, no one can stop you."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know why the demons want to wake up the demon spirits? They just took a fancy to the power of the demon spirits. Now the demon spirits are in your body. If you can control and subdue it and use it for your own use, then you will be one of the six The most powerful existence in the world."

Shen Moli was startled when he heard that, he only hoped that the demon spirit would sleep obediently, he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if the demon spirit woke up, he didn't want to be a demon controlled by the demon spirit, and then destroy the world.

Control it and subdue it, can he?

"If I am controlled by the demon spirit, you will kill me immediately, I don't want to be the puppet of the demon spirit." Shen Moli's eyes were full of worry.

Mu Qingchi comforted: "Don't worry too much. Do you know how many monks the demons sacrificed and how many formations they set up in order to wake it up? Without such formations, it would not wake up. Maybe it's because there are more demons in the human body. A sense of security, so it fell asleep again after boarding."

Feeling relieved, Shen Moli saw a few paintings on the table, with bright colors and white flowers, so he came closer to take a closer look curiously.

It's a good look, isn't this a erotic palace picture, and it's the two of them...

The people in the painting are stunningly beautiful, and they are concentratingly intoxicated, especially the one who enjoys it. His complexion is as beautiful as a peach blossom, his red lips are lightly parted, and his hands are hugging the person on his body. There is a line of petty print:

Blue Pond, ah, Blue Pond...

Like reciting a poem, the words are full of emotion.

Shen Moli blushed, turned to the second painting...it was still the same painting, he stammered, "What are you doing drawing this?"

Mu Qingchi was full of amusement, "Does it look good? I said that my painting skills are good. I drew it because I was afraid that I would forget. I also forget things after drinking. Who told you to force me yesterday."

"You burn this, it's too exciting to watch, and it would be embarrassing if someone sees it."

"Brother Mo Li, you bullied me again. Do you know how long I was dizzy drawing in order not to forget the spring night last night before I recorded it. Last night, brother, if you want to be energetic, I will satisfy you as much as you want. I just want not to forget, you are not willing to—”

Shen Moli hurriedly interrupted him, and questioned: "You, you, you, you say this, but there is evidence, I can still be strong..." Tongue tied, unable to speak.

Mu Qingchi didn't explain, but turned out the fourth painting, pointed to the human being on the painting, and said, "Fortunately, I recorded it. My brother usually looks at a very serious and abstinent person, but I didn't expect that he would be very good at hooking up when he was drunk." Man, seeing a brother like this, how can I hold back."

Shen Moli almost spat out old blood, and continued to retort: ​​"You drew this painting, and you wrote the words, it's not a proof. I forget things after drinking, so I can say whatever you want."

Mu Qingchi was quite aggrieved. Although he would forget things after drinking, but with his character, he would definitely not add oil and vinegar to this painting. His original intention in painting was to record the events in their entirety.

He clicked his lips, and a little anger floated on his cheeks, "Brother is too bullying, even if it doesn't count this time, it's still before, when I was a rice bag..."

Seeing that his eye circles were red, Shen Moli felt distressed, and hurriedly said softly: "I just believe you, be good, don't be angry about such a trivial matter, you see you are already 20 years old, and you still cry a lot It's not good."

Mu Qingchi's expression turned cloudy and he said: "Kiss me a few times, and I will forgive you."

"Okay, what are you talking about?"

"This...and this...here...and here...this...this...here...here we have to kiss too...not enough, let's do it again..."

The sunshine in this season is good enough, Shen Moli finished feeding the whole family, put the wall together to spread his wings in the air, then hugged Huaran, with little dewdrops on his shoulders, went to play with Mu Qingchi on the street.

Coming to this world, Shen Moli has never been so comfortable walking on the street as he is now, enjoying the ancient scenery leisurely and calmly.

All kinds of yelling sounds on the street, the busy guys in the store, the passers-by on horseback from time to time, and the juggling in the alley, are everywhere.

Seeing that he was new and curious about these things, Mu Qingchi accompanied him patiently, visiting every store and tasting the snacks on every stall.I bought a pack of thornless fish fillets for Xiaohuaran, and various fruits for Bihe to prepare, while Xiaoluzhu was a lion who opened his mouth and occupied a dozen jars of various wines.Zhuoguang didn't want anything, so he had to buy some new clothes for him.

"Unexpectedly, the life of wine and food is so comfortable."

"If brother likes it, I will accompany him to live such a life... Hey, don't go here."

Shen Moli asked strangely, "Why?"

"Here, this is the small hall."

"Oh," Shen Moli took another look at the three-story building. The plaque is elegant, and the door is not like a brothel. Said, "I've never been here before, and I don't know what it's like inside."

"Brother, do you want to go?"

"so so."

"If brother wants to go, I won't stop him, but brother don't want to find a young lady, let's go and listen to the music and drink tea."

Seeing that Shen Moli trusted him so much, a sliver of interest arose in his heart, and he thought it would be nothing to go and have a look.

The two of them went upstairs and told the old bustard inside that they would simply drink tea and listen to music, find someone with a good voice, and put a piece of silver on them. up.

The tea in the cup was the best Longjing tea. Shen Moli tasted the fragrance of the genuine tea. He saw a man holding a qin coming in from the side door. He saluted them, then put the qin away, and asked with a smile: "Two Honorable guest, what song would you like to hear?"

The man has clear and handsome features, without any sense of enchantment or vulgarity. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his smile is more like the younger brother next door, which makes people feel kind.

"Brother, what are you listening to?" Mu Qingchi asked obediently.

Shen Moli didn't know what songs were popular at the moment, so he said lightly: "Just sing what you are best at. If you sing well, you will be rewarded."

"Thank you, young master, Yun'er is showing timidity, if there is something wrong with singing, please point it out, young master."

The slender fingers tuned carefully, took another sip of tea, moistened his throat, plucked the strings and sang slowly.

The singing voice is as soft and clear as his personality, with frowns and frowns, eye movements, fingers and singing form a perfect coordination, adding a beautiful tone to the song.

Suddenly, a hand covered Shen Moli's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother, are you stunned by the beauty?"

Shen Moli replied softly: "I'm just listening to the music, besides, you are the most beautiful, no one can compare to you."

Mu Qingchi was very useful, put down his hand happily, then took out an ingot of gold, put it beside Yun'er, and continued to appreciate it.

After singing a song, the lingering sound lingered in my ears, Shen Moli praised it without hesitation, Yun'er poured hot tea for the two of them, and said with a smile: "I made the two young masters laugh, but there are still songs to listen to, young masters. Once the cloud is clicked, there is no time limit for listening to the music.”

Shen Moli said: "Take a break first, your voice needs maintenance, you can't sing continuously."

In the 20 years of training, in addition to all kinds of hard and painful training, there are also various physical training, including voice expression. What the country needs is a stunning killer with high ability and tenacity.

After all, no one is sure what will happen after time travel, but not bad looks can make everything go smoothly.

Several of Shen Moli's comrades-in-arms can be said to be the strongest killers, and they can also be said to be the most handsome stars.

In the voice training class, the teacher said that speaking should not be too loud, singing should not be continuous, smoking should not be allowed, and drinking should be small, no more than six glasses...

Usually come to listen to Yun'er singing, no one really understands the music.

It’s the kind of people who can’t afford money, who are lustful and poor, whose pockets are so dry that they can’t find anything to sell, so they spend less to listen to music, but want to take advantage of it with their hands and feet, and their mouths are full of filthy words. Slut, prudish, coquettish, dirty|dirty... No one has ever respected him.

Yun'er looked at these two sons differently today.

"Brother, you still don't admit that you are a brother-in-law. Why do I feel that you are very considerate to young men?"

"Is there?" Shen Moli recalled what he said just now, and he was indeed a little considerate. In fact, he just said it casually based on his previous knowledge.Wen Wen said: "Okay, I won't be like this in the future."

Yun'er looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Although you see that you are called brothers, but your actual relationship is not like that?"

Mu Qingchi said: "Good eyesight."

Yun'er said: "Although I'm only eighteen, I've seen all kinds of people here. If I didn't have this kind of vision, I would have stayed here for a few years. Both of you have the same looks and demeanor. It’s wonderful, it’s the first time I’ve seen it in my life, it’s really a match made in heaven, a match made in heaven.”

Shen Moli was happy to hear that, and put down another ingot of silver.

Yun'er smiled and shook her head, "Yun'er's words are from the heart, no rewards are needed, if you don't dislike Yun'er, Yun'er wants to serve the two young masters."

Mu Qingchi spat out a mouthful of tea, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Shen Moli refused gracefully, "We're just here to listen to the music, and I understand your difficulties here, if it's too little, I'll give you some more, and you'll be free for a while."

"Yun'er definitely doesn't mean to be too little, Yun'er just really wants to serve you two," he knelt down, and said in a sincere tone: "Thank you for your reward."

"No need." Shen Moli refused again, but heard the sound of drawing a sword, Mu Qingchi was already in front of him, pointing the sword at Yun'er, his legs were so frightened that his legs were weak and trembling.

"Qingchi, forget it, let's go."

Yun'er knelt on the ground, begging for mercy again and again, expecting to be pitiful for Ai Ai.

There were several knocks on the door, and then a few thugs with sticks came in, all of them seemed to be ruthless, and Mu Qingchi pointed his sword at them again, and they retreated again and again.

The old bustard ran in, first smiled and apologized, and repeatedly explained that these people did not come in to deal with them, but to teach the disobedient young men a lesson, to appease their anger, and let them show them tea.

With her fat body, she walked up to Yun'er twisting and turning, grabbed Yun'er by the collar, and dragged him up. Her thick and powerful arms were raised high and fell heavily, and Yun'er fell down on the ground with a slap. on the ground.

A sharp and mean voice called out: "Call me."

Yun'er was so frightened that his face turned pale. Several strong men pulled his arms up and threw them flat on the ground. They stepped on his shoulders and ankles respectively. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, swung their sticks at Yun'er's buttocks. .

In ancient times, there was almost such a rule in the hostels: if the hostess offended the guests, he would be beaten in front of the guests, and some guests would ask to take off the beating.In this way, these guests will not be offended, and it is possible to gain the mercy of the guests, so that he will be appointed to accompany him again next time.

In fact, most of the guests saw that they were beaten pitifully, and then their anger dissipated, and they said forget it.Even if I won't order him again next time, I will give him some rewards before leaving, and ask him to buy some medicine to improve his health.

Because of this, it is profitable to flatter the guests, so this kind of torture has gradually become a rule, and it is regarded as the best way to make money in various restaurants.

If you can't sell your lust, you can sell your bitterness, and there will always be people who will accept this.

Yun'er was weak and was beaten so painfully, his slender fingers were clenched tightly, tears flowed down his face, but he didn't dare to shout out loud, he just kept saying that he was wrong, wrong.

Shen Moli stopped them a few times, and even Mu Qingchi let go, but the bustard still wouldn't let them stop.Seeing the two of them frown and couldn't bear it, the old bustard's big face was covered with two catties of white | powder, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, thinking about the money he was going to get next.

The old bustard smiled and said: "Yun'er is actually quite strong. He never accompanied the guests, but he is innocent. Today, it may be because of the good appearance of the two of you. Maybe it's because of your heart that such a big incident happened. Please ask the two Don't blame me, I will ask Yun'er to sing for you two later, sorry for that."

I don't know if it's the thugs here, who are skilled in hitting and deliberately lift up and fall lightly, or if the stick is not made of solid wood, they hit it hundreds of times, but they didn't bleed.

After the fight, they left quickly, making the atmosphere in the room extremely awkward.

With Mu Qingchi's personality, it would be easy to stop these thugs, but if they act recklessly, it may make Yun'er's life more difficult in the future. He was beaten, and after those people left, he would heal Yun'er's wounds and relieve pain, give him a few words of comfort, and leave some belongings and the like.

Although Yun'er was not seriously injured, the stick actually fell on him. He got up, limped a few steps, knelt down in front of them to apologize, and wanted to sing a song to make amends.

Mu Qingchi cured him of his pain, and the two comforted him repeatedly, seeing that he finally stopped talking, they left a few ingots of gold for him to rest.

It was just a matter of drinking tea and listening to music, but I didn't expect to get beaten up in the end. In fact, I didn't blame them, but they still felt guilty in their hearts.

When the old bustard sent them out, she said kindly, "I'm afraid this is the first time for you two to come here. In fact, they are often beaten, and it's nothing. Don't take it to heart."

It seemed to be consoling, but the real intention was to make them feel sorry for Yun'er again, so that they would come to see him next time and order him.

The old bustard's many years of experience have thoroughly grasped the thoughts of these young masters.

The two of them sighed and walked away slowly, when they suddenly heard the sound of panic from upstairs, that room was the room where they had just listened to Yun'er singing, and they heard the old bustard screaming, "Look, is there any more?" angry."