Chapter Ninety-Three: Bow Your Head and Hide from the Disaster
Mu Yan snorted coldly, "You're just a janitor... At best, it's just an ancestor, what qualifications do you have to care about me. ”
Shen Yan withdrew the hand holding the kettle and said, "My people, why do you want to kneel for you." ”
Hearing this, Mu Yanxiao retreated to the square table, looked at Shen Yan sideways, and looked arrogant.
"This..." The white-clothed woman just spit out two words, and her expression froze, "It's you." ”
"Go back to your house." Shen Yan said coldly.
When the white-clothed woman heard this, she turned around and disappeared.
Mu Yan looked at the slowly dissipating beam of light in surprise, turned his face to look at Shen Yan, blinked his eyes and asked, "What's the situation?" Why did the monsters along the way look like this when they saw you, you..."She narrowed her eyes: "I now seriously suspect that you are not an immortal cultivator, but a god who has already attained immortal enlightenment." ”
"By the wayside, I won't make it possible for you to eat dinner." Shen Yan looked at his palm, which was gradually emitting blue light.
Mu Yanxiao carefully glanced at Shen Yan's palm, turned around and hurriedly put the tray on the table and said, "You don't eat." ”
"Don't eat it." Shen Yan said, continuing to wipe his kettle.
Mu Yanxiao raised her legs and stepped over the chair and sat down: "You are also strange, you don't need to wipe this broken kettle all day long," she picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of meat and put it in her mouth while eating, and said: "I don't have anything on my body, there are two hanging around my waist all day... No, three kettles, tired or not. ”
"Meat can't stop you." Shen Yan glanced at Mu and smiled secretly.
Mu Yan swallowed the meat with a smile and said, "Of course, eating and talking is the happiest thing, a human being like you who cultivates immortals and doesn't eat will never understand my feelings." As she spoke, she picked up the bowl and took a sip of porridge.
"You really don't have rules." Shen Yan said coldly.
Mu Dian smiled and put down the bowl, disapproving: "When I was a child, my parents always didn't let me eat and talk, and some relatives said that I had no rules, but, I think, all day long, we can get together during meals and talk, what's wrong, are they all a family anyway." ”
"You're right, but you're too much." Shen Yan said, scooping up the burden on the table.
"What are you doing with my baggage?" Mu asked with a smile.
Shen Yan was silent, and took out the leather kettle stained with dry food scraps from his baggage to express his disgust.
Mu Yan smiled at the eyelid kettle, buried his head and took a bite of food, and deliberately changed the topic: "Their servants here can use spells, it's too much." ”
"Some of the things here are spiritual, you'd better not act privately to provoke them like you just provoked your ancestors, or you will be beaten, don't come back and cry to me."
Mu Yan put down his chopsticks, looked up and said, "When have I ever cried to you?" ”
"Didn't you?"
"Do I have one?" Mu asked with a smile.
Shen Yan glanced at Mu Dark's face and pretended to be strong, and looked down at the leather kettle: "According to reason, you should clean this up for me, but I don't think you drank this pot of water," he glanced at Mu Dark, who buried his head again to avoid the disaster, and smiled: "I won't look for your business." ”
"I think you should have something to eat, too." Mu smiled and muttered.
"Not to my appetite."
At the same time that Shen Yan took out her words, the girl walked in: "Then you don't have to eat it, anyway, this meal is not specially prepared for you to eat, I gave it to her." ”