The ninth bishop fell asleep as if he had drunk too much.

There are more than 200 souls in the eyes of the devil, to say the least. He had just died, and he had absorbed all of them, and although he couldn't return to his prime, he could at least be able to bounce in the sun for a while.

Ye Wanqiu sat cross-legged directly on the ground and began to absorb the soul in the demon eye. With so many souls, if all of them were released, I'm afraid the whole room would be crowded.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already flushed.

Large swaths of burning clouds, red as maple, demons like blood.

It had been so long, Ye Wanqiu glanced at the demon eye that had absorbed the soul stored in it, and silently put it away.

There is a big reason why the demons were surrounded and suppressed back then, and that is because their eyes can be used as storage devices. It is also the only storage vessel that can store souls.

With a snap of his fingers, the ninth bishop woke up slowly, touched his forehead, which was still a little dizzy, he looked at Ye Wanqiu a little confused, and said, "I'm ...... What's wrong?"

"You're drunk. Ye Wanqiu's face was as usual.

The ninth bishop said: "Am I drunk? I remember, I obviously ......" The latter words, he didn't say more, but secretly peeked at Ye Wanqiu with his spare eyes.

Seeing that the young man looked as usual, he couldn't tell if he was lying. Coupled with my splitting headache, this is obviously a symptom of drunkenness.

He had no choice but to swallow the doubts in his stomach.

Ye Wanqiu said lightly: "Everyone who drinks thinks that they can't get drunk, and then they get drunk. ”

"So, at this time, you should hurry down to the kitchen and get something to eat, so that you can wake up. Ye Wanqiu continued.

Ninth Bishop: "......" makes sense, but I always feel that something is wrong.

Excuse me, is there any difference between decanting and cooking!?

I saw that the ninth bishop, who had just come to his senses, was chopping a large piece of meat in front of the board, which seemed to be a piece of thigh meat. Ye Wanqiu couldn't help asking, "Is this ...... Be...... Human flesh......"

He doesn't eat human flesh!!!

The ninth bishop said: "The price of meat is too expensive now, and there are too few things like rat meat and cockroach meat to wrap buns." ”

Ye Wanqiu covered her face and said, "I didn't say that I must eat steamed buns, can't steamed buns!?"

"No, absolutely not!" said the Ninth Bishop, hurrying to stop him.

Ye Wanqiu was curious: "Why?"

The ninth mage said seriously: "Because, steamed buns without fillings are not delicious. ”

Ye Wanqiu: "......" Am I happy!?

How do you break this feeling of suddenly wanting to swear!?

"Boss......" Ye Wanqiu looked at the sky, "It's okay if you don't like to eat steamed buns, can't I eat them?"

"But......," the ninth bishop muttered, "but the steamed buns are really not tasty, dry, and tasteless at all." ”

Ye Wanqiu was so tired that she wanted to scold people. But he was still smiling on his face, and said, "I, no, mind, care." ”

"Alright!" the Ninth Bishop cut a few pieces of dough that he was going to use to wrap the buns and threw them into the steamer.

At this time, feeling a commotion outside the store, Ye Wanqiu swept out with her spiritual power and found that it was not those who were used as sacrifices by the Ninth Bishop, but another group of people.

These people may have come to make trouble, but they don't know what else the Ninth Bishop has done that people and gods are angry about. So he said to the ninth bishop, "I'll go and see." If someone is making trouble, then I'll deal with it directly. ”

"Well, okay, thanks. The ninth bishop, who was making buns, looked up.

After Ye Wanqiu sent him back, some of his possessions and other things in this world were ready to be given to him as a reward. This small steamed bun shop is no exception.

Now, Ye Wanqiu is not so much helping him as she is maintaining her own things.

He said thank you, but only out of politeness.

......

Outside the store.

Sidney Field saw that no one came out for a long time, and directly greeted the little brother next to him: "A shabby little shop still dares not to open the door for Lao Tzu, smash it for me!"

"Yes!" the younger brothers said one after another.

After saying that, he picked up the brick and wooden stick in his hand and beckoned to the door of the steamed bun shop.

"Bump—"

The wooden door struggled to resist a few times, and then died.

"Give you two a choice, cut yourself on the spot, or I'll do it. Ye Wanqiu stood behind the collapsed door with a smile, looking at these people outside, and she didn't even have the interest to do it.

"Thousand ...... Chitose!" Sidney looked at Ye Wanqiu and instantly recognized his identity. 、

"Well, flat. Ye Wanqiu said with a smile. The ink-colored pupils, as deep as a thousand-year-old dry well, make people see no end at a glance.

Sidney was so angry by this appearance that his teeth itched, his muscles exerted force, and he crushed the bricks in his hand: "I will also give you two choices, either quickly hand over the protection money, or, just like this brick in my hand, be crushed to pieces!"

"Oh!" Ye Wanqiu replied symbolically, suddenly remembered something, and said, "I see that you don't have much clothes on you, so it should be worth bringing such a weapon as a brick!"

Sidney was a little unsure of the situation, and shouted: "Good dog is not in the way, hurry up and get out of the way of Lao Tzu, otherwise it will ......" He crushed the bricks held by several of his subordinates with his bare hands.

Coupled with his hideous appearance at this time, I am afraid that the child will be scared to stop crying late at night.

Of course, such a power, in front of Ye Wanqiu, is just a small skill of carving insects.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, not afraid of Sidney's hideous face, and said with a smile: "Can you wait for me to finish speaking? I see that you have brought a few bricks, so don't you have no weapons now!?"

Everyone: "......" seems to be true!

Looking at the few wooden sticks in their hands, the gangsters wanted to cry without tears.

They also want to use better weapons! But now they are only here to collect protection money, not to fight, and if the boss resists, it is just a symbolic greeting with these things.

If they accidentally fight and break the owner of the store, then they may no longer be able to collect money in the future.

So, every time they came to collect protection money, the weapons they brought with them only looked a little intimidating, in fact, they were no different from a pile of rags.

Not to mention......

The only bricks that still have some attack power have all been crushed by Sidney......

That's a bit embarrassing......