The bad girl wears the skirt quickly: the male protagonist is the servant

Mu Qingqing's words made him feel like he had met a close friend.

He gathered all the things together and stuffed them into her hands.

I always feel that it is not enough and I am afraid of being treated unfairly.

If the demon cultivator hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, he would have been packed up and stuffed into her hands.

After getting what she wanted, Mu Qingqing left happily.

The demon cultivator was thinking that this trip was a huge loss.

……

When the innkeeper's wife saw Mu Qingqing coming back early, she hurried to greet her.

"The auction will continue for several days. Why did the girl come back?"

Before Mu Qingqing could say anything, the witch who stayed in the inn waiting for Huo Jie spoke first.

"What else could it be? I'm poor."

"I've always heard that immortal cultivators are frugal. This accommodation must have cost them all their wealth."

It is true that knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

She was absolutely right. Wuwang's private money had been spent by her.

When the proprietress saw that the two knew each other and that something was not right, she hurried over to smooth things over.

The witch didn't give him any face at all. She raised her hand and threw him aside: "Who are you? You are worthy of speaking in front of me?"

Mu Qingqing raised her eyebrows. This witch was really used to being domineering in the Demon Realm and didn’t understand the dangers of the human world.

After giving the proprietress a false hand, Mu Qingqing took off the bag in her hand and shook it. The witch recognized it as Huo Jie's thing at a glance.

"How come you have this?"

"Oh, you mean this?" She smiled provocatively, "This is what Lord Demon gave to my Immortal Master. When he heard that I, your disciple, was short of money, he immediately gave me so much money."

Mu Qingqing smiled proudly and did not forget to show off her new auction treasure.

Almost all the items for today's auction are in her hands.

The proprietress looked at the witch with a slightly gloomy look, and when Mu Qingqing took out a series of things, she suppressed her anger.

When opening a shop and doing business, you cannot offend the God of Wealth.

"Thank you, young lady. I'll make you a pot of tea as a token of my appreciation."

After the proprietress left, the witch took out her whip and swung it at Mu Qingqing: "Witch! What method did you use to confuse the Demon Lord and make him spend money on someone like you!"

The witch's whip was swung with great force, and the wind it created brushed past Mu Qingqing's face. She tried to dodge, and the treasure on the table was knocked to the ground.

Mu Qingqing turned sideways and looked at her with a look of regret: "This was bought by your Lord Demon. What a pity. It cost a lot of money."

"You!" The witch was so angry that she whipped him again.

A gust of breeze blew and the witch was knocked to the ground.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared on Mu Qingqing's waist, hugged her waist, brought her into his arms, and avoided the attack.

She suddenly raised her eyes, and what came into her sight was Wuwang's handsome figure and his smooth and cold face.

The white satin on the eyes adds a touch of immortality.

The witch squinted her eyes and looked at him, then called out uncertainly, "Wuwang Immortal Venerable?"

Wuwang nodded, "It's been many years since we last met. Is the witch doing well?"

"Thanks to you, I won't die." The witch said sarcastically.

Because these go-betweens were honest and upright, she had to run around every day to collect information about them.

I’m afraid they will do something detrimental to the Demon Lord.

Seeing the master and disciple being so intimate at this moment, the witch was a little puzzled for a moment.

"Is the Immortal Venerable blind?"

Wuwang didn't care much and still looked cool and indifferent.

This aroused the witch's curiosity. "In the past, I saw you and that little disciple Shang Ling walking very close. Why is there a different person by your side now? It turns out that your eyesight is not good, and your brain is not working well either."

Mu Qingqing frowned at the smell of gunpowder. He did remember the conspiracy between Shang Ling and the witch that day.

Now, the witch was standing in front of her. It was obvious that the subordinates followed their masters. This demon lord always liked to use despicable means.

"Shang Ling betrayed his master. The witch wouldn't be unaware of this, right?"

Witch: "It's just your sect's business, what does it have to do with me?"

The blame was passed on quite quickly.

Mu Qingqing chuckled, patted his hand, and motioned to let go: "Yes, this is our sect's business, what does it have to do with you?"

He would not let go of anything. Only in this way could his empty and frightened heart have a sense of security.

The witch saw all their little actions. She did not respond to Mu Qingqing directly but changed the subject.

"It's really eye-opening to see a famous and upright sect flirting with its disciples all day long."

Wuwang tightened his grip on the man's waist: "Aqing is no longer a disciple of our sect. Even if there is something wrong, it is my own thoughts and has nothing to do with her."

The witch felt a little sad when she saw him protecting Mu Qingqing so much.

"Even a monk-like cultivator like you has been tempted by worldly desires. When will my Demon Lord finally wake up?"

Wuwang endured it for a while, and finally advised: "Maybe he has no interest in the girl, so how can he open his mind?"

The witch was furious and raised her hand to hit him.

"So much nonsense? Today I will kill you, a blind man!"

"I have been training in the Demon Realm for many years and am the most capable subordinate of the Demon Lord. How could I be defeated by a mere useless person like you?"

Wuwang placed Mu Qingqing behind him and with just two moves he knocked her to the ground, severely injured, without the ability to fight back.

The witch wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her beautiful and charming eyes full of anger: "I have something important to do today, so I won't bother with you for now. If I see you again someday, I will kill you!"

Mu Qingqing: ...

The witch turned and ran away, and Wuwang had no intention of chasing her.

But when Mu Qingqing left, he grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

Mu Qingqing raised her chin and motioned him to look at the damaged tables and chairs in the room.

Thinking that he couldn't see it, she started to explain: "Madam, it's not easy to run a store. This trip must have cost a lot of money."

He shook the purse in his hand.

The witch caused the trouble, but Huo Jie used his money to settle it, which was understandable.

"I'm with you."

Wuwang followed closely behind her, not leaving her side for a moment. A fresh fragrance from his body lingered around her nose, making her heart palpitate.

He was so clingy that Mu Qingqing couldn't help but look back frequently.

He couldn't see, but he moved so freely. Even the witch was no match for him. Mu Qingqing didn't dare to act recklessly and could only observe carefully.

After picking and choosing, he finally took out an inconspicuous gold ingot, threw it to the proprietress, and went upstairs.

The proprietress announced with a smile that chicken legs would be served tonight.

Mu Qingqing blocked the person at the corner of the second floor: "The eyes of the Immortal Lord?"

"You don't have to test it." He held Mu Qingqing's hand that was waving in front of him and covered his eyes with it: "My eyes can't see."

"Then why can the Immortal Lord see things without any obstacles?"

"Want to know?"

"Of course." Mu Qingqing nodded.

"Come and see for yourself." He took Mu Qingqing's hand and pulled the piece of silk. Just when she was about to pull it off, there was a sudden movement in the room.

Mu Qingqing suddenly turned around and pushed open the door.

Inside was the haggard-looking Immortal Wuwang, who seemed to have been seriously injured.

Before she even stepped into the room, the person behind her grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

A deep and hoarse voice sounded beside my ears: "Qingqing'er, where are you going?"