[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Originally, the venue of the Demon Slayer Conference was set to be held in ghosts, which already made many monks feel dissatisfied.

If it was said that on the road before, the crowd was just resentful and uneasy, now when Qin Xu appeared, the shout of the monk in the blue and white robe instantly caused the crowd to completely panic.

"It's Qin Xu! It's Qin Xu! He will definitely not let us go!"

"Whoa, I shouldn't have come."

Scolding, crying, the scene became chaotic.

Qin Xu clenched his hands tightly into fists.

"What are you panicking about!" A voice suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, and the pain that almost ruptured the eardrums woke everyone up a lot.

A middle-aged man with beard and hair as if dyed with fire appeared, and the monks spontaneously made way for him.

"Isn't he just a running dog of the demon cultivator, I'm afraid!" As soon as he finished speaking, he swung a pair of golden scale-patterned double hammers and threw them at Qin Xu viciously.

A burst of mist dissipated, leaving only a cobweb-shaped crack on the ground. There was a raging fire in the crack, which made people have to take a few steps back.

A voice sounded.

"The right way is nothing more than that."

Everyone felt a burst of mist gushing out suddenly, but there was a light powder in it, so it couldn't be a normal mist no matter how you looked at it.

"Hold your breath!" the middle-aged monk shouted, but several people were still hit.

It's just that the scene of turning into pus and blood did not appear as expected, and the monks who fell to the ground just passed out, and there was nothing serious about it.

The fog cleared, and someone made a sound in doubt. "Huh? What is this?"

The monks looked down and found a human skull as small as a bead in the palm of their hand.

The timid one was about to shake his hand and throw something out, but the middle-aged monk immediately yelled to stop it. "This is most likely a token for going to the ghosts, so don't lose it!"

The portraits of those who were just about to throw were frozen, and their faces were awkward while maintaining that posture.

Although there was a farce that was not too big or small, the monks of the righteous way still entered the ghosts completely.

In the realm of Moxiu, it is not shameful to satisfy one's selfish desires, so the style of the inn and shop here is indeed a bit strange.

Most of the orthodox monks just glanced at the few nuns at the door who were almost only covered with tulle, and then they blushed and dared not enter again. They all waved their hands and said goodbye, ready to find another place to live.

However, there were also a few people who didn't care, took the key cards frankly, and set foot on the second floor.

A slender young man rushed in as if he was being chased by some ferocious beast.

Before people could react, they were not surprised when they saw the cursing monk with ragged clothes walking towards him.

The haggard-faced woman followed behind him, wearing white clothes and a bamboo hat, the white gauze was pulled up high, as if every step of the way exhausted her energy, she was so weak and pitiful.

If it weren't for the few wrinkles on her face and the bruises under her eyes, this woman should be very beautiful.But the way it looks now is really not very beautiful.

Others took a few glances at the two of them and gradually dispersed away.

The young man ran to the counter in a panic, grabbed the key of a room door and ran to the second floor, even ignoring the shout of the shopkeeper.

Following the guidance of the key plate, he came to a room in the far left corner, pushed open the door and threw himself on the bed.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, he sat up and clapped his hands, laughing so hard that he was about to roll: "It's so fun, look at the expressions of those people, hahaha, this time is so interesting."

The woman took off the bamboo hat, smiled gently, took out a tea set from the spirit storage ring, and put a few plates of snacks on the table without rushing or panicking.

The fragrance of tea filled the air, and the people in the mist completely changed.

A person dressed in white, with black hair like a waterfall, holding a cup like flowing water, is so beautiful.

A man in a black robe, with a handsome face, supported his head with one hand, and ate a piece of crystal clear green leaf cake with relish in the other.

The boy sitting on the bed had hair like crow feathers, and a pair of strange blue-green eyes, which looked like high-quality spirit stones in the water.

The boy tilted his head and thought for a while, with a regretful expression on his face. "I thought they would fight, but I didn't expect that Moxiu to run away."

Mo raised his hand, and there was a purple berry in his palm, and he threw it towards the bed without looking at it.

The boy happily took it, and the berries grew bigger in his hands, and when they stopped, they were already bigger than his head.

"This orthodox way is also interesting. Asking for help one by one, but now they are putting on airs when they reach the boundary of others. What do you think they are trying to do?" the boy said while chewing.

The outer skin of this fruit is dark purple, but the flesh is pink. With the bright red juice, no matter how you look at it, it looks like eating the back of a human head.

Right now, he was chewing, and fibrous tissue like blood vessels was exposed in his mouth, which seemed a little disgusting at first glance.

Noticing that Mo Bai's movements froze for a moment, Mo threw another milky fruit over, just hitting Lin Yuan on the head. "Don't talk while you're eating."

Lin Yuan immediately shut up and ate, one mouthful with the left hand and the other with the right, eating happily.

Mo Bai didn't like to talk, so he made tea quietly, and when Mo finished eating a plate of dim sum, he took back the empty plate, and took out another plate of other flavors to put away.

Lin Yuan became sleepy when he was full, and unconsciously turned into a half-beast, half-human appearance, with his two paws hanging in the air, his arms turned into wings spread out, and his white belly that was not transformed into a beast was exposed, sleeping soundly.

It was getting late, and the moon outside rose, and the moonlight shed was a faint pink.

After a pot of tea was brewed, Mo Bai moved to a corner where the moonlight could not be seen, picked up a book on the shelf, and flipped through it.

Mo Ben was squatting on the chair, twisting the Zhang talisman in his hand, looking left and right, stretching out his hand to pinch it from time to time.

Suddenly he said "Oops", the sound was so small that the sleeping Lin Yuan couldn't hear it, but Mo Bai noticed it almost instantly.

Mo Bai just raised his head to ask what's the matter, when he saw a person squatting in front of him.

The chair he was sitting in could only accommodate one person, so Mo squatted on the ground, with his left hand on Mo Bai's leg, and his right hand held the yellow thing in Zhang Bai's face, and shook it in front of Mo Bai's eyes.

"Look, look!" Mo's eyes flickered, making Mo Bai's heart itch.

Mo Bai took the thing and found that the touch in his hands was soft but resilient, a bit like animal skin.

He looked at Mo and asked, "What is this?"

"This is what I just made. The camouflage completed by talismans before is too incomplete, it can only last for ten days, and during this period, if it is subjected to a large amount of spiritual power in an instant, it will lose its effect. But this is different .”

He put his chin in the palm of his hand, propped it up and looked at the curious Mo Bai.

"Now just write on it what you want to become, unless you take the initiative to remove it, no one will recognize it, and no matter how much you fight, it will not be invalidated by the impact of spiritual power."