Chapter 213: Turtle Ancestor, Don't Blow Up Your Hair (12)
Mu Qianchou, who was carried onto the boat by the ink demon, finally came back to his senses, only to find that there were already many people on this spirit boat. Presumably having already walked around the other islands, this Changkang Island is probably the last stop of this spirit ship before it reaches Huixi Island.
At this time, he found out that the foothold of Mo Xiaoyou was actually the girl's sect, Huixi Island, where Liuxianwu was located. What is this witch trying to do?
Do you really want to go to Si Haorui for tea and chat, and you can't smash the cave mansion?
Thinking of this, Mu Qianchou, who had always looked at Si Haorui unpleasantly, suddenly became a little excited, in the past few years in the human world, the only thing he couldn't get used to was Si Haorui, the immortal who stayed in Xianwu, who was obviously not as good as himself, but was sought after by these immortal cultivators as the first beautiful man in the adult world.
Thinking of this, Mu Qianchou pursed his lips and snorted coldly in his heart.
The ink demon had already paid the ship fare at this time and directly entered the first-class cabin in the spirit ship. Where do you want to say where the ship fare comes from?
I have to thank Xuan Qing for his strange attribute of liking hidden treasures. It's a little slow, but it's a miser.
On that day, the two demons demolished the Seven Sages Palace, and under the head of the hall, it happened to be the small treasury of the previous heads of the Seven Sages Palace.
Since Xuanqing has demolished the entire mountain, everything on the mountain has been taken care of by itself. Especially these shiny human spirit stones, it was even under the cover of the flood, and it made a fortune unconsciously.
Adhering to the principle that what Xuan Qing is his own and what is still his own, Mo Xiaoyou did not hesitate to dig out enough spirit stones from Xuan Qing's hands as expenses.
Fortunately, Mo Xiaoyou has been with Xuan Qing since she was born, and in Xuan Qing's heart, the two of them are almost inseparable from each other. So for her obvious robbery, she just snorted twice and gave up.
Opening the closed magic circle in the cabin, Mo Xiaoyou put Mu Qianchou aside first, and despite his protests, he smeared a layer of gelatinous condensed disfiguring flower juice on his face, and pinched his nose, mouth and cheeks as if seriously.
Soon, a face that was still handsome, but not so intimidating, appeared on Mu Qianchou's face.
"Witch, what did you paint on me? Will it be disfiguring?! ”
The coolness on his face made Mu Qianchou not have an angry tone when he spoke, of course, this was on the premise that Mo Xiaoyou did not show him his face with a water mirror.
"A mask for you."
The ink demon was not very sincere and perfunctory.
"Masks? What is it? "Don't blame Mu Qianchou for not having knowledge, he has only heard of masks since he was born, what kind of mold is a mask, he has no concept at all.
"Beauty. For you to take care of your skin. ”
Mo Xiaoyou, who wrote the book "On How to Fool the Practical Experience of the Hole Bird", casually blocked Mu Qianchou's words.
"Joke! The deity is naturally beautiful, where to take care of the skin? ”
"Then you wait, I'll take it off for you!" Mo Xiaoyou squatted down to Mu Qianchou's side again with an indifferent face, and was about to tear his fake face.
Sure enough, I saw Mu Qianchou blinking desperately, the big acupoints around him were sealed by Xuanqing, and now all that can move are the five features of the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, which shows how hard Mu Qianchou is dodging the demon claws of the ink demon at the moment.
"Cut! I don't know if you're a demon, so what's the use of asking for face? Can you still take this skin to the real demon world? “
Seeing that his eyes were about to cramp, Mo Xiaoyou stopped acting, but the ridicule on his lips was indispensable - she finally got the upper hand in this life, how could she take revenge for being bullied by the hole bird in those years!