late night bistro

Someone moved the ban on Asgard.

Jiang Qiubai was pointing Jiangshan here, talking dry-mouthed for a long time, when he turned around, he found that Mo Ying was looking at him with interest.

Immediately, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, subconsciously avoiding Mo Ying's gaze.

It's not that he wants to be shy, but he is afraid of shy.

More than half a month has passed, and there is not a single day of rest. Although there is an ointment produced by Medicine King for maintenance, it cannot be made so unrestrainedly.

"Why don't you continue?" Mo Ying's tone was gentle and doting.

Jiang Qiubai felt his scalp go numb, "Then, have you written down what I just said?"

Mo Ying still looked at him tenderly, and with a wave of his hand, the entire messy storage room was instantly summarized into order.

Jiang Qiubai swallowed, and murmured: "This spell is really convenient. When we buy a house in the future, we will save even the cost of decoration."

buy house?

Mo Ying quickly calculated his assets in Hyundai.

It may not be close to buying a luxury house, but he can still afford it in an ordinary residential area.

His current main source of income is incense sticks, and his daily expenses are completely sufficient, 200 million a month, which is considered a high-income group in modern times.

But now that he is with the little boss, he has to think more about the future.

Although the little boss now has a long lifespan, he can see that the little boss is unwilling to leave that world, at least not yet.

So he and the little boss must at least live in modern times for decades, until the little boss "ends his life."

Decades are nothing to him. He used to sleep for a hundred years when he was bored.

But everything in that world has a different meaning to the little boss.

That's where he was born and raised.

The matter of making money has to be carefully considered. He can't really make him eat the soft food of a small boss in modern times.

Although not impossible.

Jiang Qiubai didn't know what Mo Ying was slandering, he was now seriously visiting Mo Ying's storage room.

Many of the magical artifacts on the Bogu shelf, such as silkworms and earth treasures, were all Jiang Qiubai had heard of in fairy tales.

What binding demon lock, Donghuang bell and the like.

But there is still a big difference between the myth system of this world and the myth system of Jiang Qiubai's world.

What is the connection between this, Jiang Qiubai does not know.

He can only guess blindly, maybe the world was once a whole, but for some reason, it was separated by force majeure?

"Didn't you say you want to find something that I can use?" Jiang Qiubai asked.

Mo Ying nodded, took out a bracelet from the shelf, and put it directly on Jiang Qiubai's wrist.

The bracelet looks like it's made of metal, with its own cold light. When Mo Ying caressed it lightly, the cold light turned into a warm light.

"what is this?"

"Don't you want to learn spells?" Mo Ying said: "You want to learn spells, but you can only practice slowly step by step. You don't have the foundation, so it's very difficult to learn. It will take decades at least, but this magic weapon can Store my mana directly, and when you need it, just use it with a spell."

Jiang Qiubai's eyes lit up immediately, this is a good thing.

He also doesn't require himself to have such destructive magical powers as Mo Ying, he just wants to learn some small spells, such as invisibility, teleportation, teleportation and so on.

It's fun.

Mo Ying taught him how to use it, and taught him a little spell, "You try to recite the spell."

Jiang Qiubai was a little agitated, he tried it first but it didn't work, Mo Ying gave him guidance twice, and it was considered a success.

It's telekinesis!

A brewed grass jelly on the shelf fell directly into Jiang Qiubai's palm, his little face flushed with excitement, and he kissed Mo Ying's cheek.

"Hurry up, hurry up, teach me something else." He wanted to be invisible, and Mo Ying wanted to find him in the Immortal Palace, hahaha.

With a deep expression, Mo Ying put his arms around Jiang Qiubai's waist and brought him into his arms.

He didn't say anything, all he needed was a look, and Jiang Qiubai understood in an instant.

Mo Ying is not the only man who has just started meat, Jiang Qiubai himself is also included.

After more than half a month of being shameless, although he felt that he really couldn't bear it, the look in Mo Ying's eyes made him blush and heartbeat again.

He half pushed and put his arms around Mo Ying's neck: "Then, then you should be gentle this time."

As soon as the words were finished, Jiang Qiubai was picked up by Mo Ying, and went back to the bedroom in a flash.

The bedroom is no longer as empty and desolate as it was before, and now it has a lot of life.

Jiang Qiubai also specially asked Mo Ying to build a cloakroom, which was filled with his and Mo Ying's clothes, and there was a huge full-length mirror.

There is also the bathroom for daily washing, which is also made by Moying mana, which is almost very similar to the modern bedroom decoration.

Jiang Qiubai likes this place, there are traces of his life with Mo Ying.

The big nephrite bed, as the name suggests, even if Jiang Qiubai knelt for half an hour, there would be no bruises on his knees, let alone pain.

The wind was clear and cloudless, Jiang Qiubai fell asleep again without accident, he was thinking in his mind in a daze, he had to find a way to return to modern times quickly, or he would have to die on Mo Ying's bed.

Through the brocade quilt, Mo Ying rubbed his jade-bone soft waist, helping him relieve the soreness in his waist.

In fact, he knows that he is really not very restrained, but there is no way, the one he loves is right in front of him, one look can set his old house on fire, how can he bear it?

Just as he was about to kiss his little boss again, the restriction outside the fairy palace was touched.

Mo Ying frowned slightly, glanced at the little boss who was still sleeping, and stepped out of the bedroom.

He wants to see who dares to disturb him and the little boss.

At the gate of the Immortal Palace, stood a man dressed in black with red borders. He had an extraordinary masculinity. When he saw Mo Ying, he had a smile on his lips.

"It's you?" Mo Ying was a little surprised, "Didn't you stay out of the mansion for thousands of years?"

The man in black looked at Mo Ying with a teasing face: "I just heard that Mo Ying Shangshen, who does not eat human fireworks, took a mortal to Xianjing and flaunted it around. I felt a little curious, so I came out to have a look."

Speaking of Jiang Qiubai, Mo Ying's expression instantly softened a bit, "You are unlucky to come, he is sleeping."

The man in black smiled jokingly, "Even so, wouldn't you invite me, an old friend, to have a cup of tea?"

"Please!"

The man in black raised his eyebrows, followed Mo Ying's footsteps, and stepped into the gate of the Immortal Palace together.

"How many years have you been out of the mansion?" Mo Ying asked.

The man in black seemed to be lost in thought, "Since that battle between immortals and demons, no, to be precise, after you got drunk with me, I have never been out of the God of War Palace."

That's right, this man in black is the fool god who was deceived by a "mortal" back then, and he is also Linyuan, the god of war who is in charge of millions of immortal soldiers in the fairy world.

At the same time, she is also one of the few friends that Mo Ying has made good friends with sincerity.

In the tea room, the fairy mist is lingering, and the tea is fragrant.

Lin Yuan took a sip of tea, "Your tea is better."

"Take some back if you like it." Mo Ying was still very generous to his friends.

Lin Yuan smiled and refused, "No, I will come to you when I want to drink."

"You are willing to walk out of the Palace of the God of War, the deity is also happy." Mo Ying said: "It's just that if you want to come to drink tea, it depends on whether I am in the Immortal Palace or not."

"Oh?" Lin Yuan was also a little surprised, "So, you don't have much time in Immortal Palace?"

Mo Ying nodded, and added another cup of tea to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan teased, "Is it because of that mortal?"

"Yes!" Mo Ying thought of Jiang Qiubai who was still sleeping soundly on his nephrite bed, and unconsciously showed a three-point smile, "His world is very beautiful, and he is also sentimentally attached to everything in the world. willing to accompany him."

"It seems you love him very much."

"Of course!" Mo Ying replied without the slightest hesitation.

A sincere smile appeared on Lin Yuan's face, and suddenly he felt like his old father saw that his pig would finally give cabbage.

He said, "won't you talk to me about him?"

Mo Ying didn't refuse, and with a wave of one hand, the black clothes on him that hadn't changed for almost ten thousand years changed into a different style in an instant.

It was the modern clothes Jiang Qiubai gave him, that is, the red coat, "He gave it to me."

Lin Yuan became a little interested, "Is the dressing style so different in today's mortal world?"

"The world he lives in is not the lower realm, and it cannot be compared with it." Mo Ying said, "It was just a coincidence that brought me to his world."

Each of the three thousand worlds is different, and Lin Yuan has also heard of it.

But Mo Ying didn't say much about the situation in Jiang Qiubai's world, he just summed it up in a few words.

He can step through the void, and Lin Yuan can do it too. Apart from Lin Yuan, there are not a few gods in this fairy world who can do this.

It's not that he doesn't trust Lin Yuan, but that he can't let any slightest uncertainties hurt the little boss's world.

Mo Ying is confident in his own strength, anyone who dares to offend the little boss's territory, he will hit back unceremoniously.

But these are two different things. He wants to prevent such things from happening at the root.

Lin Yuan still knew Mo Ying well, so he didn't ask any more questions, but just chatted about Jiang Qiubai.

Jiang Qiubai just took a nap on the nephrite bed for a while, and he woke up after a while, and his physical condition was adjusted.

Here I would like to thank Yaowang again for the plaster.

Jiang Qiubai didn't see Mo Ying when he got up, so he was not in a hurry, he knew that Mo Ying would go to the tea room to make a pot of tea and read books in his free time.

He simply put on a suit of clothes, and went to find Mo Ying with his bare feet.

It's just that he had just reached the gate when he heard a stranger's voice.

who is it?

Jiang Qiubai's footsteps paused, and he listened carefully for a while with his ears closed. Hearing the familiar conversation between the two, he probably guessed that it must be Mo Ying's friend who came.

He didn't bother, he has been in Xiangong for so long, and this is the first time Mo Ying's friends have come to visit, let them catch up on the old days, and his attire is not suitable for entertaining boyfriends friend.

Then he turned around and went back to the bedroom, and took out a piece of carved wood and a few small carving knives from a small compartment in the cloakroom.

This piece of wood is a piece of peach wood, not ordinary peach wood, but the peach wood of the legendary flat peach tree.

Mo Ying has done so many things for him, he knows that feelings are not measured by how much someone pays, but he wants to carve a hairpin for Mo Ying himself.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

It's just that he doesn't seem to be good at his hands. He can cut a fruit plate and carve a flower. Why is it so difficult to replace it with wood?

He has been carving secretly for several days, but this wooden hairpin can only be regarded as a prototype, no, it is not even a prototype, he thinks it is just a mallet now.

Obviously, he had designed the shape on the peach wood with a pencil before, but when he cut it with the knife, something was wrong.

Holding a mallet in one hand and a carving knife in the other, Jiang Qiubai fell into deep thought again.

Or give this mallet to Mo Ying?

He shouldn't mind, right?

Jiang Qiubai was amused by his own thoughts, he really couldn't imagine what kind of visual effect it would be if a mallet was stuck in Mo Ying's head?

But having said that, with Mo Ying's good looks, wearing a sack is also good-looking.

After careful consideration, he gave up the cumbersome pattern design and changed it to the most basic auspicious cloud pattern.

Jiang Qiubai had never done this kind of delicate manual work. This experience was really difficult for him, but he did not give up. He didn't put down the carving knife in his hand until the sun slanted towards the west.

Looking at it now, this auspicious cloud hairpin has really taken shape, and it should be finished after some modification and polishing.

Jiang Qiubai was not in a hurry, Mo Ying didn't come to him all afternoon, it was obvious, Mo Ying must still be chatting with that friend and couldn't leave.

It was almost time for him to look, and it was time for dinner.

He is a mortal, so it is better to eat three meals a day at regular intervals, and Mo Ying has formed such a good habit together with him during this time.

If there is a friend here today, let's add two more dishes, although he doesn't know if that friend will like to eat?He didn't even know whether that friend needed to eat or not.

But as the other master of the Immortal Palace, as Mo Ying's boyfriend, he should show hospitality like a master's family.

Just thinking of this, I immediately took a pen and paper and simply wrote down the recipes of a few dishes.

After finishing writing, he put the recipe outside the window, and the recipe quickly disappeared, and it was taken by the chef god's disciple.

Speaking of this disciple of the God of Cooking, he has already eaten other people's meals for so long, and he has never seen what that disciple looks like, and he doesn't even know whether he has lived in the Immortal Palace.

They come and go without a trace all day long.

But it didn't matter, he knew that it was Mo Ying who didn't want others to disturb their world of two.

After making arrangements, Jiang Qiubai went to the cloakroom to change into decent clothes, put on his shoes, cut a fruit plate himself, and then went back to the tea room.

Mo Ying and Lin Yuan haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and they did chat a little more today.

But the main thing is that Lin Yuan listened to Mo Ying's non-stop talking about Jiang Qiubai's various advantages.

Lin Yuan, who hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, suddenly felt a little full, and was really happy for Mo Ying.

"Can I come in?" Jiang Qiubai knocked on the door very politely.

"This is your home, so you can come in if you want." Mo Ying opened the door himself, put his arms around his waist, and led him to the seat where he was sitting just now.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Qiubai." Jiang Qiubai took the initiative to introduce himself: "I'm the Taoist partner of Moying Shangshen. What's your name?"

Has Lin Yuan ever seen Mo Ying so gentle?

I can't help but sigh in my heart, love is an event, and the world is unpredictable.

He imitated Jiang Qiubai's way of greeting, "Hi, I'm Linyuan, a good friend of Moying's, so I'm sorry to bother you today."

Jiang Qiubai nodded with a smile, and secretly observed Lin Yuan again.

Lin Yuan's stature was actually about the same as Mo Ying's, and he looked like a general at first glance, and his evil spirit was too heavy.

Sure enough, Mo Ying added a few words in the next second, "He is the god of war in the fairy world."

Lin Yuan joked, "In front of Mo Ying, I dare not call myself the God of War."

Jiang Qiubai understood what he meant, and couldn't help being a little proud, puffing up his small chest slightly.

With a very bright smile, he said: "I knew that Mo Ying of our family is the most powerful fairy."

Neither Mo Ying nor Lin Yuan could hold back their smiles.

Especially Linyuan, he has not been in contact with others for a long time, it is rare to come to the Immortal Palace to meet his old friend and his Taoist companion, and his old friend's Taoist companion has such a cute personality.

It's hard not to want to be close to him.

He thought for a while, and between his hands, an exquisite box fell into his palm, "It's the first time we meet, a small gift is not a respect."

Jiang Qiubai looked at Mo Ying, Mo Ying nodded, and he accepted the gift properly.

He said again: "I've already made arrangements in the kitchen, God Lin Yuan will stay and have a meal together tonight."

"Respect is worse than obedience."

The dinner was well prepared. What Jiang Qiubai had written before were all modern dishes, and the seasonings he brought were also sufficient, so the Master of Cooking disciples could use them with ease.

The food was delivered by that disciple of God of Cooking using magic, without showing his face at all.

Jiang Qiubai had no choice but to suspect that the Master of Cooking disciple might be a social terror.

Lin Yuan looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh again in his heart. Sure enough, once a person is emotional, he will change into a different look.

It's unbelievable that Mo Ying would deal with God of Cooking for the sake of mortals.

Does this mean that hundreds of steel refinements have also turned into soft fingers?

Lin Yuan was originally a talkative fairy, otherwise it would not have been possible to make friends with Mo Ying back then.

They didn't pay much attention to the rules of eating without talking, and the three of them chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

At the end of the chat, Jiang Qiubai even took the initiative to talk about his tavern.

"Oh, you actually run a tavern?" Lin Yuan looked at Jiang Qiubai again.

Thousands of years ago, he also wandered in the mortal world, but after a long time, he didn't have a deep understanding of taverns.

It's just that he subconsciously felt that the owner of the tavern should not be a young man with red lips and white teeth like Jiang Qiubai.

Perhaps it is because the world is different and the customs are different?

Seeing that he was interested, Jiang Qiubai chatted about the wine in the tavern, what kind of foreign wine, cocktails made with red wine and beer, he picked some of them and told Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan became more and more interested the more he listened, "It would be great if there was wine here, I really want to get drunk tonight."

"It's easy!" Jiang Qiubai took out two bottles of red wine from his Qiankun bag.

He originally prepared this red wine for himself and Mo Ying, but Mo Ying's appearance after drinking the wine last time was really scary, anyway, he dare not let Mo Ying drink again.

Today I happened to use this wine to entertain my friends, otherwise he would have to take these two bottles of red wine home.

Mo Ying took the initiative to take over the job of serving red wine. Although he doesn't drink, he always learned something after seeing the little boss serving wine to the queen and Xu Ruoqing so many times.

Jiang Qiubai also let Mo Ying play freely, but couldn't help telling, "You are not allowed to drink."

Before Mo Ying could say anything, Lin Yuan who was opposite him laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, have you seen him drinking?"

Jiang Qiubai nodded in confusion, "Is there any problem? I know he doesn't drink very well."

Lin Yuan smiled and said nothing, as a qualified friend, he would not demolish his friend in front of his lover.

Jiang Qiubai felt a little weird, he had already guessed about the things discussed by those little gods when he went to Xianjing before joining forces.

It was nothing more than the fact that Mo Ying had been drinking thousands of years ago and made a joke.

As for the specific joke, he is not very sure.

Maybe he was really drunk and thought he was a virgin?

But it shouldn't be that simple.

Jiang Qiubai didn't bother to think about it anymore, so he drank first.

Not every kind of red wine needs to be decanted in advance.

The two bottles in front of him are unnecessary, they can be drunk directly after opening the bottle.

Jiang Qiubai took out two red wine glasses with a sense of ritual, first poured one and handed it to Lin Yuan, "Try it, although this wine is called red wine, it is actually made from grapes."

The image of the red liquid shaking in the crystal glass is really charming.

Even before Lin Yuan drank, he was already attracted by the red wine, and the goblet was also very delicate and beautiful.

He is a general and rough, but it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate beautiful things.

This ink shadow is really lucky, to find a Taoist companion, and the Taoist companion has so many good things in his hands.

Real name envy.

Lin Yuan took a sip, and he immediately narrowed his eyes comfortably, showing a look of great enjoyment.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and he yelled a good word.

He is different from Mo Ying, Mo Ying can't drink, but he can drink well, and he used to go to Du Kang's place to fool around with good wine.

Jiang Qiubai smiled, "As long as you like it."

"Is there more of this wine? Can you sell me some?"

Jiang Qiubai got stuck, and subconsciously looked at Mo Ying, why did he suddenly start doing business?

Mo Ying thought about it, "Take your good things in exchange for as much wine as you want."

He was still thinking about how to accumulate his own capital in modern times, so wouldn't this business just come to him?

He is a god, reselling materials from the two worlds. Although it is not nice to say this kind of thing, he has money to make.

What kind of shameful thing is it to make money to support a Taoist couple?

Lin Yuan punched Mo Ying from the air, and accepted the matter.

Anyway, apart from a few old servants, he was the only one in his God of War mansion. There were indeed many good things that he had looted on the battlefield, but he didn't need them either.

It's better to use him as wine money and exchange some wine to go back and drink.

In this way, the business can be regarded as a preliminary negotiation.

After dinner, Lin Yuan took the initiative to leave in a very measured manner, but when he left, he took away another unopened bottle of red wine.

Mo Ying laughed at him and packed it after eating, Lin Yuan didn't care, and Teng Yun left.

In the evening, after Jiang Qiubai took a bath, Mo Ying was drying his hair, and then he took out the gift from Lin Yuan.

"Open it and have a look." Mo Ying could feel that there should be first-grade spiritual energy inside, but he didn't know what it was.

Jiang Qiubai hummed and opened the box, "Huh, it's also a bracelet?"

Mo Ying's face darkened instantly.

What does it mean that Linyuan gave jewelry to his friend's Taoist companion?

In fact, this is not an ordinary bracelet. It is a weapon. There is a whip full of aura hidden in the bracelet, which can be summoned when needed.

If this whip hits a mortal, it will die immediately!

The lethality is still great.

Mo Ying subconsciously didn't want his little boss to touch such a dangerous thing.

His little boss is enough to be guarded by him.

He covered the box calmly, cast a spell and sent it back to the storage room.

Then he said sanctimoniously: "You already have a bracelet now. This bracelet is a must-have for you to learn spells. It is inconvenient and not good-looking to wear two bracelets."

Jiang Qiubai pursed his lips and didn't laugh out loud, but there was no way to hide the embarrassment on his face, "Hey, Mo Ying, you must be jealous, right?"

Mo Ying paused for combing his hair, neither admitting nor denying it.

The author says:

Happy 520 everyone.