After watching it, she even imagined the scene of the emperor's absolute hairpin.

Sighing again, he carefully put the hairpin back into the box, and the more he saw things, the more he thought about it.

Or don't look at it...

It's now more than one o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Yurou has a baby who is particularly sleepy, and is currently taking a nap, Mo Ling can't accompany Ling Yurou, so he thinks it's better to go to a hot pot restaurant to eat hot pot, it's better than nesting in the house and thinking about someone.

got up and changed into men's clothes, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw the phantom stone wind and the two of them carrying a black round unknown object falling from the sky!

That's right, it just fell from the sky!

Mo Ling was startled, her brain was a little messy these days, and she often hallucinated.

Is it a hallucination?

Rubbing her eyes, she saw Phantom Shi Feng standing on the ground and smiling at her, and the corners of Mo Ling's mouth twitched.

Resisting the urge to scold his mother, he said speechlessly: "What are you two doing, carrying things down from the sky without leaving the gate?"

I don't know that I thought that the two of them were carrying a black unknown object and descended from the sky to fire a black unknown object cannon to murder her!

Shi Feng touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Hehe... We don't have the habit of walking through the door, we are used to working lightly..."

Mo Ling glanced at him with disdain, it was simple!

Looking at the rocks, he wondered, "What the hell is this?"

"County Lord, this is the black stone that the Xuancang Protector obtained, isn't it what you want?"

Mo Ling's eyes lit up after hearing this, Emma, graphite is here!

Hurriedly squatted down and looked at the graphite.

Graphite is irregularly circular, more than one meter wide and dozens of centimeters high, uneven on top, no different from ordinary stone, that is, the whole is black.

Mo Ling dragged her chin and pondered, she hadn't actually seen graphite, but she had heard that graphite was black and not slippery, I don't know if this piece is.

Reached out and touched a handful of graphite, and the next second, the white palm became black, and excitement appeared in his eyes.

"The Phantom helped me chop a small piece, about the length of a finger, in the shape of a long strip. ”

The phantom nodded after listening, raised his sword and pointed directly at the graphite, "swish" twice, and a long strip fell to the ground, the whole process did not exceed three seconds, and it was cut with edges and corners, very straight.

Mo Ling gave a thumbs up in admiration, picked up graphite, trotted to the desk, and couldn't wait to write down the three big characters "Emperor Tianjue", trying to see if he could write it.

In the next second, when he saw a few big black characters on the paper, Mo Ling couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh three times!

It's really graphite!

Holding graphite and smiling from ear to ear, with graphite, you can draw sketches, you can write hot pot restaurant menus and let customers do their own dishes!

Phantom Shi Feng looked at the happy Mo Ling, and wondered a little, how could the county lord be so happy with a black thing?

Suspiciously, he entered the house and asked suspiciously, "County Lord, what do you want this stone to do?"

"Hey, hey... It can write!"

"Writing?"

"Yes, come on, try it!" Moling handed the graphite to the Phantom.

The Phantom took it, holding the black thing, and looked at it in a daze, just this strange thing can write?

Tentatively holding the graphite in the posture of holding the brush, I wanted to try it, but the graphite was too short to hold at all, "This... It's too short!"

"Poof..."Mo Lingle is happy, you hold it with a brush, it's not short.

The ancients had never seen a pencil, they didn't use a hard-tipped pen, they used a soft-tipped brush, and they didn't blame the phantom.

After taking the graphite, Mo Ling demonstrated: "This is called a pencil, hold it like this, and then write with your head." ”

After writing, he handed it to the Phantom, who followed her example and held the pen in both hands, and reluctantly wrote the word "shadow" on the paper.

It's just that it's crooked and ugly...

A look of disgust: "It's not easy to use, but the brush is easy to use." ”

I really don't know how the county lord likes to write with this kind of pen!

Shi Feng glanced at Mo Ling's words, and then looked at the words for phantom, and laughed mercilessly: "Hahaha, phantom, your words are too ugly, like earthworms crawling!"

"Then you come!"

"I'll come, I'll come!" Shi Feng raised his eyebrows, and confidently wrote the word "shadow" on the paper.

Although it is not as good-looking as the Moling Spirit, it is much better than the Phantom.

The Phantom was a little frustrated: "How is it possible... It's the same pose!"

"Hehe, you didn't hold it right, hold it like that..."Shi Feng said as he handed the graphite to the Phantom, standing next to him and holding his hand, writing with him.

Mo Ling stood next to him and looked at the two of them with a rotten girl's smile, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The first time I saw a real person, Emma! Nosebleeds are coming out!

Mo Ling's little eyes were too hot, and it was difficult for the two of them to ignore them.

When Shi Feng came back to his senses, he found that the posture of the two of them was extremely ambiguous, his little face turned red, and he hurriedly moved to the side.

"Keep writing, keep writing, ignore me, just treat me like air. Otherwise, kiss a little mouth... I really want to see it. ”

Shi Feng spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and looked at Mo Ling as if he was petrified, his eyes widening at the appearance of a ghost.

Did he have a hearing problem, and what did the county lord ask them to do?

Kiss the little mouth?!

Two men kissing in front of her?

I know that she doesn't despise broken sleeves, but this is also... It's too tough, isn't it?

The phantom was also shocked by Mo Ling's shameless words, and the black line on his forehead couldn't stop sliding downward, he really couldn't stand Mo Ling's ambiguous little eyes, and hugged his fists and said, "My subordinates still have something... The subordinates retired..."

As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled the stunned Shi Feng and flew away.

He was afraid that if he stayed, he would hear more brazen and shameless words.

Mo Ling pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and shouted at the two of them: "What are you doing! Don't go! What are you shy! It's not like you haven't kissed... You can't satisfy me..."

These words were like magic sounds, and the corners of their mouths twitched when they heard them, and their feet shook and almost fell off the tree.

looked at each other, and each other's eyes were filled with: cherish life and stay away from the county lord.

Mo Ling didn't care about the two of them, and called the little servant to carry the graphite into the room, and took a knife to cut the graphite little by little.

I have the urge to scold my mother when I cut it, this graphite is too hard, and I only scratched a mark after cutting it for a long time.

In desperation, I had to ask the Phantom to come down and help.

The Phantom cut more than fifty, and Mo Ling told him to stop, saying that enough was enough.

The Phantom put away his sword, returned his fist, and immediately fled... It's like a pig chasing him from behind.

Mo Ling: "......" Is she so scary?

Smacking his lips, he picked up the graphite and put it on the dwarf.

But the next second, I looked at the black little hand, and I was a little speechless, this graphite is too powerful, and it will be dark when I touch the palm.

When you can't let the guests hook the dishes, each one gets a stain, right?

After thinking about it, I went to the embroidery pavilion to ask the embroidery girl for some cloth, and then went back to the spiritual garden.

Zhu'er had just come back from the Huanyi room, and saw Mo Ling carrying a pile of big cloths into the room, and asked curiously: "County Lord, what are you doing?"

"Pearls are here to help with the cloth set, and I'll take you out to play when I'm done. ”

"Uh-huh. Zhu'er nodded happily, and the county lord was finally going to take her out.

Mo Ling cut the cloth into long strips, wrapped around the head of the graphite strip, wrapped around the head of the graphite strip, only about one centimeter, and then tied a knot and it was finished.

After finishing it, I felt that the shape of this long strip was a bit ugly, and it was not easy to write, so I brought two whetstones, sat at the door with Zhu'er, sharpened graphite, and sharpened the head into a pointed shape.

This graphite was cut into long strips, and without the previous hardness, it was easy for the two of them to grind.

In a short time, more than 50 graphite strips were completed.

Then he changed into men's clothes and walked towards the hot pot restaurant with Zhu'er carrying graphite.

The business of the hot pot restaurant is still hot, Aunt Feng was settling the accounts in front of the counter, and when she saw Mo Ling saying hello to her, she went to work again.

Mo Ling took some rice paper from the counter and went directly to the second floor, whether it was a roast duck restaurant or a hot pot restaurant, she had people prepare a room for her to rest.

Cutting the rice paper into a rectangular shape, Mo Ling picked up the graphite and wrote the menu, and each time she wrote the name of a dish, she drew a horizontal line at the back for the guests to hook the dishes, or if there were guests who wanted to double the dishes, they could write numbers on the back.

Now there is a menu, and there are many vegetables and meats added without remembering the names of the dishes.

Zhu'er saw that the paper cutting was much worse, so she picked up the graphite and wrote it according to Mo Ling's menu, but she only felt difficult to use after writing a few words, so she simply changed the brush.

The two of them kept writing and writing, and the speed was very fast, but there were too many words to write on the paper, and it took half an hour to write less than fifty chapters.

Mo Ling's writing hand is about to cramp, how can this Nima look like he was writing homework when he was a child?

I felt the same way I feel now, tired as a dog...

There are 30 tables on the first floor and 10 private rooms on the second floor, and according to the popularity of the hot pot restaurant, at least 500 menus are used a day.

If you write at this rate, you have to write until when it will be the end!

After thinking about it, isn't the Phantom Stone Wind there, with the psychology that the two of them are idle and idle, Mo Ling directly asked the two of them to appear and joined the "homework" team together.

There were four people at a table, silently burying their heads in writing, Mo Ling felt that the atmosphere was too quiet, so he had nothing to say: "What about the sassy man, why didn't you see him?"

Shi Feng understood who the "sao man" was, and said while writing: "The young owner has something to do and went back to Jianzhuang." ”

While speaking, he silently groaned in his heart: The county lord's ability to give people nicknames is really high.

The lord is sullen, and the young master is a man... It's really apt...

But it's also the county lord, who dares to give the two of them such a "good-sounding" nickname.

"Whew..."Mo Ling nodded, and asked again, "Is there anyone else looking for fault?"

The phantom said: "Since the master left, they have disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the world. ”

Mo Ling stopped writing, doubts appeared in his eyes, and he disappeared? Didn't you try to make trouble before? How could it suddenly disappear?

I couldn't figure it out, and said in disgust: "Zhen Nyima is a convulsive organization, isn't this a neurosis!"

Phantom Shifeng nodded very approvingly, it is indeed a neurotic organization!

Zhu'er has been writing the menu carefully, listening to the conversations of several people, and listening to it in a daze.

Don't ask more about the county lord.

After an hour, Phantom Shifeng wanted to scold his mother a little, and they only had cramps in their handwriting.

looked at the lazy Mo Ling with resentment, let them kill them, they would definitely readily agree, but let them pick up the pen and dance the ink.

It's so hard for them!