Waimen Mountain.

It was completely quiet.

Fang Mo also got the peace and tranquility that he had not seen for a long time.

Then, suddenly, he understood a truth.

That is, he understood why his predecessor wanted to plant flowers and plants.

There's really not much to do.

Of course.

He still has something to do.

He wasn't as lonely as his predecessor.

"A few of you, go out and search for all kinds of news on the mountain for me, and see what these guys who are suppressing cultivation are going to do. ”

"Also, let me be clear about what they have in mind. ”

"If you can help me ask for this information, you'll be in a good place. ”

Fang Mo didn't care about Yang Shu's words, and directly blasted a few people out.

Those who suppress cultivation must have a purpose.

Otherwise, how panicked it would be.

But they didn't feel it.

What does this mean?

Explanation, there must be something in it.

As for what it is, then Mo Ke can't say.

It may be a little trivial, or it may be a big big event, but what the specifics are, Fang Mo still doesn't know how to make trouble.

However, Poplar knows for sure.

"Lao Tzu won't let you say, if you don't leave, how can Lao Tzu do whatever he wants here?" Fang Mo muttered, and went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Above the attic.

A little girl sat there, and when she saw him come up, the girl's face was full of excitement, her mouth was wide open, and she kept observing Fang Mo's back, as if she wanted to see something.

"Don't look at it, there's nothing for you to eat, you said that you eat so many things every day, it's all a wine bag and a rice bag!" Fang Mo said angrily.

A dragon.

It's also a dragon that has become a spirit.

If you don't go to the end of the world, forget it.

After all, there must be a conscience among the dragons.

But the point is.

This Jiaolong is a big foodie at home every day, he doesn't do anything at all, and he is very greedy.

When I say it, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Who would believe that a dragon would become a foodie?

Besides, even if they become a foodie, they don't think that the other party can eat the same as most people.

That's simply not possible.

Jiaolong.

At least can't you eat 10,000 a day and swallow 8,000 a night?

But on the contrary, the Jiaolong girl that Fang Mo knew, that is, a relatively unreliable guy, sat at the table every day, either dozing off or waiting for food.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Jiaolong was still quite uncomfortable, lying on the table, pouting and looking at Fang Mo pitifully.

"It's useless to look at me, you've eaten so much, it's almost enough, if you eat more, can your stomach stand it?" Fang Mo muttered.

However, as soon as this sentence fell, he waved his hand again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, just think that I owe you a good thing?" Auntie, don't cry, when you cry, the ground will shake, and I won't be able to use the excuse to relieve boredom at that time. ”

Helpless, he looked at Jiaolong who was holding back tears and laughed out loud.

Cute and sensible, it's just a little bit, eating too much.

If it weren't for that, it would be a perfect cutie.

Of course, in Fang Mo's place, there are actually other things that are not very good, such as the fact that she can't speak, which is the most uncomfortable.

On weekdays, Fang Mo can only find those guys to relieve his boredom.

But they were all rough men, and when they spoke, they cut people's ears like knives.

The girl is different, especially such a cute girl, she must be soft and soft, soft, and the words she says must be very good......

"Forget it, I'm cooking. However, when he saw Jiaolong open his mouth to reveal the white of his eyes, he shook his head suddenly.

She spoke?

That's a roar.

And it's a terrifying roar.

Basically, every time she called out, she had to make the mountain tremble three times.

It's horrible.

It's not soft and soft at all.

......

In the kitchen.

Fang Mo held a kitchen knife and chopped the green onions into powder one by one.

Jiaolong looked at him suspiciously, as if to say, don't lie to me, I know how to make delicious food.

"Dumplings, dumplings, do you understand?"

When Fang Mo saw this look, he couldn't get angry: "In my hometown, this is the best thing to eat, only during the New Year's holidays, you can eat a little bit, of course, it was in the era when the materials were not abundant, and then we basically ate every day, but sometimes, the price of pork would rise very high, at that time, no one generally ate too much meat......

"Huh?!"

Jiaolong tilted his head, staring at the green onions with a pair of big eyes, and then suddenly took advantage of Fang Mo's inattention, stretched his hand forward, grabbed a small half handful of green onions and threw them into his mouth.

And then.

Fang Mo saw it.

This dragon may still be a super terrifying species that may extinct the world, and his face has changed.

That's called a red.

Inside the eyes, there were tears constantly flowing.

The next moment.

Fang Mo didn't comfort him, but picked up a jar in an instant, put it on her chin, ticked and followed those tears, and smiled: "Shed more tears, I heard that Jiaolong's tears can treat many incurable diseases, even if we can't mix here in the future, we can still find a safer place to be a miracle doctor." ”

"Suck!"

Jiaolong's eyes were like mouths, and after sucking it out, the tears that had fallen back were gone.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mo's kitchen knife almost didn't fly out.

He said to himself, "It's terrible."

But then, he became angry: "You eat me, you drink mine, even the clothes on your body, it's mine, what's wrong with giving me some tears? What do you say...... Forget it, don't, don't howl loudly, aren't we making dumplings for you?"

Seeing that she not only wanted to shed tears, but also roared, Fang Mo hurriedly admitted defeat.

Then, Jiaolong pointed to a piece of meat on the board next to him, swallowed his saliva, and stretched out his hand, which means, quickly give me some meat.

"Don't even think about it, even if you make a fuss, Lao Tzu won't let you get your wish, this is what I'm going to make meat filling, if you eat it, then what are we going to eat at night? Dumplings with green onion filling? I'm afraid I'm crazy!" Fang Mo wouldn't be fooled at all.

Jiaolong pretends to be pitiful, plays treasure, and attracts attention......

However, since Fang Mo had already been deceived many times before, he was not fooled this time.

The dumplings stuffed with green onions sound so spicy and unpalatable, so he doesn't want them.

Seeing that Fang Mo didn't care about her anymore, Jiaolong became quiet and well-behaved.

"Whew!"

Fang Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy can mess around more than him.

It's hard to do.