The priest is a loser

"Hush!" Liu Qiu'an covered Mu Changxian's mouth, pressed him on the futon in the middle, and said earnestly, "I think this person has ulterior motives, and he must have ulterior motives in approaching you!"

Mu Changxian held his wrist and breathed again: "Did you know him a long time ago?"

"Ah?" Liu Qiu'an blinked, pretending to be confused, and said, "Yes, I know! The person who disturbed my dream yesterday! Those who spare me my dream are not good people!"

Mu Changxian looked at him for a while, then pulled him off his body, and said with a smile, "Okay, then you can't just stay hungry, right?"

Liu Qiuan opened the window frame, lifted his clothes and stepped on it, beckoning to him: "We can go out to eat!"

Mu Changxian had no choice but to stand up and ask, "Why are you hungry now after eating the snacks?"

Liu Qiu'an shook his head, and said with a serious look: "That's breakfast, breakfast and lunch are different!"

"..." Mu Changxian choked for a moment.

"Let's go!" Liu Qiuan shouted happily, ready to climb onto his back with ease.

Unexpectedly, Mu Changxian grabbed his hand, took him into the yard, and jumped onto the roof of the inn by stepping on the mulberry tree.

Liu Qiu'an didn't succeed, so he could only curl his lips.

The breeze blew across his cheeks, he glanced at Mu Changxian, and suddenly felt that his qinggong moves were very familiar, and he didn't realize it until he landed firmly on the ground, thinking: Isn't this my qinggong footwork! ?

So he turned around and grabbed Mu Changxian by the collar, and said, "You actually learned it secretly!" I only used it once, and he remembered it?Liu Qiu'an looked him up and down in a little surprise.

Since Mu Changxian was a head taller than him, he stood on tiptoe barely looking like he was hanging around someone's neck. Mu Changxian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "The teacher's lightness kung fu is erratic, blame me for being intoxicated for a while... ..."

"You can learn so thoroughly in a short time!?" Liu Qiu'an interrupted him, then blinked and hooked his chin, raised his eyebrows and said: "Call Master to listen? This way, the leader will not be held accountable."

Mu Changxian was thoughtful: "Learn to be a teacher and act as a model for the world. I called, and the leader can be a good example for me in the future."

Liu Qiuan felt regretful when he heard it, and immediately waved his hands: "That's all! I will teach you a few tricks when I have internal strength, but you must remember to prepare a lot of food and wine for me!"

Mu Changxian bent his starry eyes: "Really?"

"Gentleman one..." Liu Qiu'an bit his tongue, I am the leader of the Demon Cult now, so it is not appropriate to say that a gentleman is hard to follow?So he cleared his throat, and changed the way: "You eat with one hand and you fight with the other!"

Liu Qiuan glanced down, Mu Changxian smiled brightly, stretched out his arms consciously, and gave away his sleeves, Liu Qiuan hummed and accepted it happily.

They walked around the street, and Mu Changxian had already pushed a small mountain of snacks in his arms. Liu Qiuan picked up a small piece of conch cake by his side, sniffed it with his nose, sniffed it, and then touched it with the tip of his tongue. , and Mu Changxian next to him suddenly said: "Someone is following us."

"Huh?" Liu Qiu'an paused, and then took bite after bite of the little snail crisp that he still hated just now.

Taking time to glance at Mu Changxian, seeing his surprised face, Liu Qiuan sighed sadly:

"If there is a fight later, these things will fall to the ground. If they are taken away, they may only eat the cornbread!...Maybe there will be no cornbread!"

It was rare to see Master Liu speaking human words. Mu Changxian looked at his squirrel-like cheeks, resisted poking him, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "...Then why are you still picky eaters?"

When Liu Qiuan heard it, he suddenly choked, and his delicate face squeezed into the middle. Mu Changxian grabbed his shoulders to avoid the passers-by who were brushing shoulders, pressed him on the chair in the teahouse by the street, put down the snacks and poured them for him. Drinking a glass of water, I sat down in front of him, thinking: Is it true that he said that he was captured by bandits?

Mu Changxian suppressed this thought, covered it with a teacup, and glanced at the crowd behind Liu Qiuan: "Alone, but I can't see it because of his disguise."

Liu Qiu'an bit the mouth of the tea bowl, turned his eyes around, then looked at Mu Changxian in front of him, narrowed his eyes badly, and put down the tea bowl: "Whoever he is! There is an alley that few people pass by ahead, let's go there Counter him!"

Before Mu Changxian could say anything, Liu Qiuan took Mu Changxian's hand on the table, got up and pulled him into the bustling crowd like a fish.

The fingertips of the two were entangled, and Mu Changxian broke for a moment. He only felt his fingertips go numb, and his palms began to feel hot for no reason.