[Yuanshen] Disrespectful Immortal Master

Look," Zhong Li paused, "living beings are a very relaxing thing. "

"Oh," I replied blankly, "You are also a very relaxing creature." The kind of elderly creature that slows down every time you follow.

If his face was not too young, what he did would be exactly the same as the old man I saw on the road. I said before that when I saw Zhongli, the familiarity was exactly the same as the old man I saw before.

"So, old man... no, Zhongli," I realized my slip of the tongue, but Zhongli didn't seem to be uncomfortable when someone suddenly called old man, "I heard that I'm going to invite Xian Dianyi for something recently. Want to see it?"

If a local from Liyue took me there, then of course I would be very happy. After all, I am not familiar with the place, so what if I ask Xian Dianyi to be arrested as a suspicious person.

"That..." After I reminded him, Zhongli seemed to have just remembered this incident. Following my gaze, he nodded affirmatively, "There is indeed such a incident."

...You bastard, even when holding such an event, do you have to say affirmative words in an unknown tone?

"You can come and take a look," Zhong Li said, "Emperor Yanwang should be happy to see you too."

Oh, speaking of his old man's token is still with me, I can take this opportunity to thank his old man in person.

Hmm... so old man, what do you like?

Morax, since it's Morax, I must like Mora, right? Just find some Mora from the Treasure Bandit, I'm such a genius.

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Lin, who still doesn't know that Morax is Zhongli, is very happy to prepare a gift for his old man.

9. The sun is shining brightly and the waves are gentle.

When I went back, it was almost evening, and the sun was setting. After a day of hard work, I couldn't help but ordered Shifen almond tofu at Wangshu Inn.

"It can be seen that you have worked very hard," Huai'an said with a smile, "but there is no rush in everything. There is a saying in Liyue that you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. You should not pursue speed, but pursue perfection."

"That's for sure." Listening to Huai'an's words, my gobbling speed quickly slowed down. Indeed, if the food in the world is too hot, it will hurt my tongue.

After I had eaten and drank enough, I slowly went upstairs. I opened the door, and the inside was deserted. It didn't look like someone lived there. Perhaps it was because Mandrill spent most of his time slaying demons. , Talking about the time for real rest, how much time does it have?

I went to the bed and lay on my stomach, buried my head in the pillow, I took a deep breath and sighed, it was full of the smell of fresh cotton pillows.

Last night, I talked with Mandrill about the beauty and food in this world, and I didn't pay attention to sleep for a while. It stands to reason that neither of us needs to sleep, but for him who has been troubled by karma for a long time, sleeping to relieve these pains is not unavoidable. a way.

I rubbed my chin, thinking about what reason I should use to persuade Mandrill to sleep.

Hit him with a stick to knock him out...?

Or put Jueyun pepper in almond tofu to make him dizzy...?

Or catch an abyss mage and force him to lock up Mandrill with bubbles?

...it doesn't feel like it's going to work.

Sensing the familiar atmosphere, I turned my head and smiled at the visitor, "Drill, welcome home."

Mandrill was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if he was not quite used to having one more person here, he walked towards me, looked at my thoughtful expression, and asked me a rare question.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about how to coax you into bed."

"……Um?"

Facing his puzzled expression, I affirmed my thoughts, "Why don't you pretend to be fainted by my paw?"

"You want to change back to..."

"Hey."

A loud voice sounded at this moment, I stretched out my hands, and gently patted Mandrill's cheek, to be precise, it looked more like pinching Mandrill's face.

It's quite soft.

"Change back to what?" I asked Mandrill what he hadn't finished speaking.

"No, it's nothing." Mandrill didn't slap my hand away, he seemed to condone my behavior from slapping my face to pinching it.

After pinching and being satisfied, I continued the topic just now.

"But I really want to coax him into bed." I said seriously.

Mandrill glanced at me, looked at my radiant expression, and finally sighed helplessly, "How do you know the word coaxing into bed?"

"I saw it in the human language book." I replied without hesitation, "Don't you really say it, the human language book has always been a good thing for me to pass the time."

"The words in the world are all fabricated and imagined things," Mandrill said lightly, "you can't learn them easily."

"That's true," I nodded in agreement, "After all, although there are many stories written about you, they are not at all different from you."

"That's natural," Mandrill paused, "Many words in the world have a tendency to beautify, but in fact they are not as beautiful as they imagined."

"No, I don't think so." I denied Mandrill's point of view.

Mandrill looked up at me, and I met his gaze and said to him with a smile.

"You are more beautiful than what is in the script and what I imagined."

His eyes widened, and he seemed a little at a loss. He opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"The mandrill described in their scriptures is not the real mandrill." I reached out to hold his hand and carried out the daily cleaning work. A faint golden light appeared on his body. "The mandrill I saw before my eyes is the real It is the real mandrill, you are more beautiful than those fabricated mandrills."

"... Whatever you say." In the end, Mandrill only said this.

I made the bed for him and lay in it first as a demonstration. Although I haven't slept before, I feel that I have read thousands of scripts, and the relationship between the male and female protagonists is often warmed up when they sleep. The best time, then I should at least be more proficient in business than Mandrill.

My body is warm, and I can definitely melt the cold ice of Mandrill, and the temperature will definitely rise when the two of us sleep together!

I patted the spacious place on the other side and shouted to Mandrill to come up quickly.

Mandrill lowered his head to look at my happy hand, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, walked to me, and grabbed my hand. I was wondering why he was looking at my hand, when his brows suddenly frowned, and his tone sounded like It's still a little cold.

"What's the matter with these injuries on your hands?"

Ah, forgot to cover it, thought he wouldn't see it.

I blinked, not knowing whether to tell him about cooking for him or to keep him secret.

He stared at me, as if he could see my hesitation, his expression looked colder.

"Honestly, Lin."

"Hmm..." I paused, and after thinking about it, I still told the truth, "I want to make the most delicious almond tofu for you, so I went to Master Mao in Wanmintang to learn the craft."

Mandrill didn't seem to have thought of this reason, and after a while, he said, "You don't need to do these things."

"It is necessary." I refuted him in a rare serious manner, "Because I like Mandrill, so I want to make the most delicious almond tofu for Mandrill myself."

"You...forget it." Mandrill probably felt that he couldn't speak to me, so he sat up, took off his shoes, sat next to me as I wanted, and met my gaze, "Lin, you said that you want to give luck to me." I, I am not such a casual person. On the contrary, I will kill all the demons in the world for you, and I will make almond tofu... Be careful, just don't hurt yourself, don't force yourself. "

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"..."

"If you don't speak, it's you."

"..."

"Drill, I really like you, so let's go to bed quickly."

"...disrespect the immortal master."

"Hey."

Even in my sleep, I can get rid of Mandrill's fatigue. The karma on his body doesn't disappear in a short while.

Seeing his brows gradually ease, I gently kissed his forehead, I hope you will also have beautiful things to accompany you in your dreams, those undead under your hands are not killed by you, but liberated .

That way, the pain will be less.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that Mandrill hadn't woken up yet, so I went downstairs to ask for breakfast.

Huai'an saw that I asked for two copies, and asked me curiously, "Dharma protector Yasha hasn't left yet?"

"Ah, yes." I nodded and put away my breakfast. "We had an in-depth communication yesterday, and he slept very well yesterday."

Huai'an's expression became indescribable for a moment, he said hesitantly, "You... put the immortal to sleep?"

"Yeah." He was just talking about sleeping, "I spent a lot of talking and talking to coax him into bed yesterday."

"Coaxing...to go to bed?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Is it possible for an immortal to coax...to go to bed...? Wait, tongue, could it be that you are... strong...?"

"Huai'an, you can write a book out of your imagination." Seeing his disbelieving expression, I knew he was thinking something wrong, and I explained, "I just told him to sleep!"

"Oh, that's right." Huai'an scratched his head in embarrassment when he learned that his thoughts were wrong, "I'm sorry, little guest, cough, but I can't write a book. It's too little."

"That's not a compliment, thank you." I said to him expressionlessly.

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