Chapter 77: Weak Willows Supporting the Wind, Light Clouds and Faint Clouds (1)
"Thank you for your help, now Liang Qu is here, and the disciples in the sect have suffered heavy casualties, so I have to return to the sect immediately to explain the situation, and take the injured disciples to heal, so I can't personally thank Your Excellency for your great kindness." Mo Lan hugged his fists.
"However, the elders of the sect have already known about this, and Ling Zai Xia sincerely invites Your Excellency to come to the sect, first, to express your gratitude, and secondly, to know that Your Excellency has a good spell, and in recent years, the seal of the demon god has been weakened, and the demon clan is about to move, and the catastrophe in the world is coming, so I hope to get your help and discuss the strategy of destroying demons!"
Mo Lanshen said sincerely, but Gui Li had agarwood dark tea, a small courtyard window, and fed the tiger diligently.
"Woohoo!" After eating a bite of big fat meat, Xiaoxiao's mouth was full of oil, and her eyes were full of enjoyment.
Mo Lanshen: "...... Excellency? ”
"Oh, you're talking to me?" Gui Li came back to his senses, smiled ethereally, and glanced at him lightly, "You continue." ”
Mo Lanshen: "......"
He...... That's it!
"That's it......" Mo Lan swallowed his saliva, and had to resign himself to doing it again, "That is, in the lower door, the elders ......"
"Okay, needless to say, I got it." Gui Li said.
Mo Lanshen: "??? ”
Looking at Gui Li's breezy appearance, Mo Lan was full of black lines.
So, what do you know?
"It's just that you're going back to the sect, right, okay," Gui Li took another piece of meat, "Remember to accompany the snack, as well as your junior brother, two months of miscellaneous labor." ”
"Woohoo!" Xiaoxiao spoke.
"Well, the snack wants you to make a special product of the Jade Void Palace." Gui Li didn't even give him a look.
Mo Lanshen: "......"
Looking at the harmonious man and tiger, he felt that he was so redundant, so pale, so powerless......
Silently looking at the white-clothed Shengxue in front of him, the handsome man who was as handsome as an immortal finished feeding the tiger and cleaned up the stall, finally gave him a look.
"I know what the elders of your sect are thinking, but the affairs of the sect, the affairs of the mortal world, and the affairs of the fairy world have nothing to do with me, I am just an ordinary person, I don't want to take on any great responsibilities in the world, I don't want to be a hero, and I don't want to be a savior, feed the tiger every day, take a cruise ship, drink tea and play the piano, it is not in vain to live this life."
Gui Li smiled lightly, the wind was light, and the silent eyes were full of alienated spacing, as if standing on the top of the white clouds, ethereal, and did not ask all beings.
"Lord." There was a dull sound of footsteps in his ears, and a tall figure walked over, with bronzed skin and a crescent forehead, and although he bowed respectfully, his eyes were still full of rebelliousness.
"Healed from the injury," Gui Li glanced at him and continued to tease the tiger to drink tea, "Okay, go wash the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen." ”
"Yes." Then he respectfully retreated.
Mo Lanshen: "......"
Hehe, ordinary people, so ordinary! What ordinary person can be so powerful, hang and beat the ancient beast, and after the fight, he will be called as a slave?
Looking at the person who was amusing the tiger so much, Mo Lanshen was also very powerless, it's just that a person like him can't be moved by himself, it is obvious that the refusal in his words can be heard.
For now, the only way to do this is to return to the sect first, and those injured disciples can't be delayed.
"In this way, you can't force it in the next place, and now that you have something important to do, you will leave first." Mo Lan bowed respectfully.
"Go, go, go, don't send it." Gui Li waved his hand and smiled faintly, "Oh, by the way, remember the snacks, there are still two months of hard labor." ”
Mo Lanshen: "......"
He felt that nothing could be paler than him, so white that it was a background cloth.