[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

"The whole world knows that something happened to me?" Mo Yu frowned.Not to mention his trip this time, no one knows about it except Gu Zhu Wang Yifeng; it is strange that Silly Maomao was the first to find him, and he was so precise.

Besides...

"Who is the person who dealt with me?"

Maomao blinked: "Brother Yu, don't you know?"

"I don't know. I can't see the way of martial arts. They are all dead fighters." Mo Yu closed his eyes.He was so aggrieved that he came here to kill a wave and then came again, completely using human life to heap him.

"I don't know." Maomao also became more serious, "It's just that in the past few days, news suddenly spread on the rivers and lakes, saying that you died...the time and place of the accident are all said in a certain way. Many people based on the news I went to look for it, but only found a large body, and it can be seen that it died in your hands."

"Many people believed it... because there are too many corpses." Maomao's voice trembled.He couldn't help being unafraid of a chase of this scale.After he got the exact news, he slipped out, and found this place all the way according to the traces of the hunt.

Later, Mo Yu's traces disappeared, and he panicked to death, but he still asked from village to village if anyone saw a wounded young man...

Unexpectedly, brother Yu was really saved and found by him.

"Who was the first to spread the news of my accident?" Mo Yu asked.

Maomao smiled wryly: "Yin Yuanhui."

Yinyuanhui is a magical intelligence organization, and there is nothing in the world that they don't know.So... clues gone?

Mo Yu pondered.

Here, Yan Qingping was cooking while chatting with Fang Siming.

"I look at them as I look at us before." Yan Qingping smiled and shook his head.

He heated the oil in a pan and threw the prepared meatballs into it one by one.

"You almost made me misunderstand the meaning of the word 'friend'." Fang Siming stood behind him, staring at the meatballs in the pot.

"What's wrong? I think what I said is right, my friend, who cares about you and treats you well without any intention." Yan Qingping laughed.

"You have no intention?" Fang Siming's voice was also smiling.

"Well, I covet your beauty." Yan Qingping sighed.

Fang Siming hugged Yan Qingping's slender waist from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and took a deep breath of the smell of fried meatballs: "To each other."

They were so close that they could smell the aroma of the wine on each other when they just drank.

But to be honest, after breaking away from the original world and meeting Yan Qingping in the new world, he suddenly realized that the way the little idiot looked at him was not what a normal "friend" should have.

Otherwise, he would naively think that it was friendship.

What is the difference between friendship and love?

If I don't see you in three autumns, it's like friendship every other day.

And love... It's like three autumns if I don't see each other in a day.

Yan Qingping fished out the balls, opened one with chopsticks, picked up a small piece and fed it to Fang Siming: "How is it?"

"It should be better after frying for a while." Fang Siming chewed, "It's a bit bland."

"Let's eat it with salt and pepper." Yan Qingping took a new plate of meatballs and started frying them.

"Add more salt next time."

"I don't know when the next time is. Fried meatballs are unhealthy, eat less." Yan Qingping rejected him mercilessly.

"..." Fang Siming lightly poked his waist.

The little fool is like a little housekeeper.

"...Don't steal it!"

In the evening, Maomao highly praised Yan Qingping's cooking skills.

"What a pity, Brother Yu! It's so delicious!" He said in a very serious tone.

Mo Yu showed a smirk, feeling that the kid Maomao really deserves a beating.

At the same time, he felt that the bowl of porridge in front of him was really an eyesore.

No way, patients have no human rights.

"Daochang Yan, how is Brother Yu's injury?" Maomao asked an important question.

"It's best not to use internal force within a week. The chest wound is serious, and the stitches can be removed in about five days. If the recovery is good, it will be cured in half a month." Yan Qingping said.

"Well... Brother Yu is in danger here, I want to take him away." Maomao was a little confused.

"It's no problem. Usually a doctor can take out the stitches." Yan Qingping felt that Mo Yu would be fine if he was placed next to the other protagonist.

Fang Siming gave him a look: Aren't you afraid that a couple will die in an accident?

Yan Qingping reached for the vegetable chopsticks and paused, picked up a chopstick and put it in Fang Siming's bowl: "No way, is it so unlucky?"

Fang Siming poked at the chopstick dish, and finally took half of it back to Yan Qingping's bowl: I don't know, but I agreed to the system, so let's take care of it.

Yan Qingping frowned, and put another dish in his bowl: Can we still follow them?

Fang Siming looked at Qingcai and sighed.

Over there, Maomao watched the two of them interact, and suddenly realized: "Ah, are Daoist Yan and Mr. Fang destined for each other!"

"Yes." Yan Qingping finished the eyes dispute, and nodded with Maomao.

Fang Siming took the opportunity to put the chopstick dish into Yan Qingping's bowl.

Yan Qingping: "..."

"That's great..." She didn't know what Maomao thought of, her eyes were full of envy.

Mo Yu thought for a while, and tentatively gave Maomao some food with chopsticks.

"Is it alright?" The wicked and handsome young man heaved a sigh of relief after completing the task.

Maomao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Yu, that's not the meaning... Oh, thank you."

Yan Qingping twitched his lips: "When are you leaving? I'll prepare the medicine for him."

"Tomorrow?" Maomao hesitated, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Daoist."

Yan Qingping said: "No trouble. It's just...

"I have some ideas about Mr. Mo's curse mark."

"Can you solve it?" Mao Mao's eyes lit up.

"It's just an idea that still needs to be studied." Yan Qingping rubbed his chin.

Mo Yu sneered: "It's not necessary."

"Brother Yu!" Maomao looked at him disapprovingly.

"... Trouble." Mo Yu buried his head in his porridge.

"It's up to you if you don't understand. We won't live in this small village for long." Fang Siming snorted coldly.

Mao Mao began to get tangled.

"If I want to solve it, I will figure it out myself. Don't worry about silly Mao Mao." Mo Yu.

"But..." Maomao looked at Yan Qingping in embarrassment.

Yan Qingping understood: "After a while, we will go to Chunyang Palace to take a look. We haven't decided where to go after that."

The two of them had already discussed about Chunyang Palace.After all, he is a disciple of Taoism, Lu Zu's sect, so he must go!

This is Datang, he still wants to go to Changgemen to deceive Li Bai's surroundings.If there is a chance, I would like to see the unparalleled Gongsun Jianwu.He secretly rubbed his hands and wanted to see the red-clothed teacher Assassin - that big guy should be a tribute to Dongfang Invincible.Oh yes, there is also Ye Ying, the owner of the hidden sword villa with peerless beauty.

Having said that, I really don't know where they will go after leaving Chunyang Palace.

Maomao pursed her lips: "I'll let people from Yinyuan Society deliver the letter for me. Brother Yu is rather awkward, so please take care of the Taoist priest."

Mo Yu's expression...was wonderful.

Stupid can do it.Yan Qingping was thoughtful: I don't know if these two are feathers or drizzle?

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