Ink Dust easily took her fire spirit and wrapped it around her arm, and finally turned into nothing.

Zhu Jiuluo knew that he was not his opponent, so he simply turned around and left.

"What are you doing?" Mo Chen's voice was as clear as a stream, as if he was in a good mood.

Hum. bullied himself, how bad can his mood be.

"You've played enough and won't let people go?" Jiu Luo angrily confronted him. Ever since she knew that three thousand was the Honorable One, Zhu Jiuluo had been entangled and uncomfortable in her heart. It's okay not to meet, but when they meet, they feel that the Venerable in front of them has killed her three thousand, and a nameless fire is bubbling up.

Mo Chen's eyes were shining, and he suddenly straightened his face and asked, "Is this your attitude towards the Venerable? Where is there any appearance of an immortal maid?" ”

Jiuluo didn't want to do this, but she really didn't know how to face such a complicated identity.

Slag.

She turned around and smiled at the curvature of eight teeth, and her tone was deliberately soft: "I don't know what Your Excellency commands?"

Mo Chen looked at her unsmiling eyes, and unspeakable emotions welled up in his heart.

Begonia flowers are delicate and unparalleled, but they can't be compared with her.

"I have a way to let the fire spirit do what you want, do you learn it or not?"

Jiuluo's expression was slightly stunned, and he didn't understand what he meant for a while.

Mo Chen then said, "Don't you want the fire spirit to change shape? I have a way, do you want to learn it?"

"Yes. I think. "Jiuluo never misses any opportunity to increase his ability.

The almost imperceptible hook of the ink dust returned to normal in an instant.

"Okay, do something for me first. ”

Jiuluo's soaring enthusiasm instantly fell to the bottom.

She knew he wasn't so kind.

"What? Not necessarily. Jiuluo turned to face him, but refused to look up at him, looking at his nose and nose.

"I want to drink black plums, is there any way you can get them?"

"Wuyi green plum wine?" Jiu Luo looked up at Mo Chen, curious how he knew about this wine. A few days ago, she said that she would send an altar to Shangguan Junqian, but she did not mention the name of the wine.

How did Mo Chen know? The method of brewing wine was taught by her mother, and it should be the only one.

She asked curiously, "Have you drunk it before?"

Mo Chen nodded, his gaze distant: "The old man." ”

Jiu Luo still didn't retract his gaze, looking at him, the begonia behind him was as bright as a star lake.

"That's what you asked me to do for you?"

"Yes, this is it. ”

Jiu Luo nodded: "I promise you, however, you have to give me a few days to let me out, temporarily leave Yansushi to fetch you wine." ”

A look of hesitation flashed in Mo Chen's eyes.

Jiu Luo followed up and said, "If you don't agree, then I can't help it." ”

"Okay. Give you a day. ”

"Three days. ”

"Two days. Mo Chen's tone had become non-negotiable, "If you have been away for too long, who will water my spiritual field?"

The fat and lazy little fat man popped up in Jiuluo's mind, and proposed, "Little Ginseng." "She's doing this for the sake of the little fairy ginseng. Otherwise, if she continued to be decadent like this, Lingge would not recognize her, and could only see a white and fat ball.

Mo Chen didn't know what to think, and smiled slightly: "Okay, that's it." At night I will teach you how to control the spiritual fire. You'll be able to leave tomorrow morning. Go early and come back early. ”

Jiu Luo looked at his back and suddenly stopped him: "Are the people of Heavenly Court still ready to arrest me?"

She's been hiding here for ten days, don't wait for her to go out and be caught in Heaven for questioning.

She didn't want to die early.