One day, Jiuxiao Mengze.

"Oops!" Ling Yi suddenly slapped her thigh.

"What's wrong with it?" Chongmao and Lu Wu said together, for fear that it would be a bad thing for the spirit weapon to be stolen again.

"Mugui has been in the business of cutting hair in Wangxiangtai for thousands of years, right? I forgot about it for a while, and I don't know if he will be driven crazy by those little ghosts. Ling Yi turned her head and asked Yeqing.

Yeqing stretched out his hands and shrugged: "I don't know if he's crazy or not, but His Highness the Elder Right of the Underworld is probably about to be driven crazy by him." ”

The Six Realms all know that His Royal Highness, the head of the underworld, is the most workaholic, and at the beginning of the year, he must formulate a plan for the reincarnation of the whole year, and each quarter has its own quarterly indicators and implementation rules, and there can be no mistakes in every month, every day, and every hour, and at the end of the year, it is necessary to review and summarize.

Everything is in order.

But there's a twist in this.

This variable is our lazy Mugui Immortal Monarch, and his subordinates have an excellent appetite and are not picky eaters, and even the water of the Lechuan River is quick to drink to the bottom.

Mugui Xianjun was like an uncle, and he put a wide soft couch on the Wangxiang platform, leaning casually, supporting himself with one hand and holding a big scissors in the other hand, to remove a mess of troubles for the ghosts who were lined up in a long line to be reincarnated.

On the first day of Mu Gui's post, he said bluntly: in order not to affect his appetite, he did not accept business for an hour before and after breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, smoked tobacco leaves for an hour in the morning and afternoon, bathed and woke up for an hour, and slept at irregular times. In this way, I only have half an hour a day to cut my hair.

Despite this, Mugui Immortal Monarch is an Immortal Monarch after all, and he still has the ability, otherwise he would not be the only mortal who has had an epiphany and become an immortal in 10,000 years.

With a few clicks of his big scissors, the ghosts in the queue instantly disappeared by half. As soon as he saw it, he was a little proud, and thought to himself, let's smoke a bag of cigarettes!

Therefore, do not be complacent.

Chang You looked at it, and he was not happy, so he also nested on the soft couch of Mu Gui, staring at him working.

Staring at the end, Changyou also lazily leaned on the soft pillow, helping Mu Gui, who was busy twisting his hair, to hold his baby black jade cigarette stick with one hand, and quickly picked out a piece of freshly baked plum cake from the oiled paper bag with the other hand and stuffed it into Mu Gui's mouth, and sent another piece to his mouth, and said with satisfaction: "Delicious, delicious!"

Black Impermanence and White Impermanence looked at each other, looked at each other, and said in their hearts: Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Can't be provoked, can't be provoked...

Mugui, who is at ease in the underworld, has found new fun, this errand, not only does he not have to go back to Kunlun to see the mountains, but even the tobacco leaves and snacks are paid by Changyou, and he is very happy in his heart, and he can't help but say: "Thank you, Lord Lingyi, thank you, Lord Yeqing, for selling me to this place, although this hair-cutting work doesn't sound atmospheric, but His Royal Highness Changyou is really a friend!"

Thinking of these many benefits of Changyou, Mugui is even more reluctant to leave this peaceful township.

But Miss Hao Sansan always has to return to her own job, as the immortal monarch who guards the party, he can't leave the Kunlun Immortal Palace alone, he has to go back to that place to guard the mountain, the immortal is boring, and the boring is too boring!

Ling Yi said: "What kind of body does the dignified Immortal Monarch become! I'll go and arrest him back!"

Yeqing smiled: "What's the hurry? It's been a thousand years, and I see that you weren't in a hurry before!"

Faintly, Chongmao and Lu Wu seemed to hear the depths of the underworld, looking at the hometown platform, the souls looking at the ugly hairstyle reflected in the Lechuan River, the bursts of wails that erupted uncontrollably, and the voice of Mu Gui: Come again!