[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Unnamed Island.

Dawn just peeked out a small corner from the horizon.

In the luxuriously and gracefully decorated room, between the soft quilts, there was a man who was so handsome that one could unconsciously hold his breath just by looking at him.

The thick black eyelashes like crow feathers suddenly fluttered a few times like the wings of a butterfly, and they returned to silence.After another three breaths, a pair of completely black pupils suddenly opened.

The owner of these eyes lay silently on the bed, staring at the carved roof for a while, his blurred vision gradually focused.

——Where am I?

His brain, which had been stagnant for a long time, turned slowly, and there was a faint tingling pain coming from his head.

--who I am?

—I seem to have lost my memory.

Several thoughts popped out of his head one after another, and the man habitually frowned because of difficult problems.

He tried to move his fingers, and touched something cold and smooth: "...!" He quickly clenched his hands, then propped himself up with the strength of his arms, and looked at the strange "thing".

It was a man in white who was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Her long hair hung down her shoulders, revealing a handsome face that was a little pale and black under the eyes.He frowned, slept very restlessly, and his clothes were a little messy, obviously because of the care of the night, he didn't care to take care of his clothes.The soft snow-white fur surrounded his pale face, showing a bit of fragility.

The heart of the man with black eyes suddenly jumped a few times uncontrollably.

He felt that he must have known this person once.

He just wanted to get off the bed without disturbing the other party, the man in white who was still asleep struggled to mutter a few times, woke up, rubbed his eyes, sat up straight, and his hazy eyes just happened to meet his.

Gong Jiu: "...!"

Gong Jiu's head was blank for a while, and then he stood up suddenly, his chest heaved violently a few times due to the rapid breathing, and his whole body was half excited and half angry, and he rushed up and grabbed Mo Qi's shoulder: "You're awake!" ?! You finally woke up!" He was about to express his reprimand on Mo Qi's shit plan to Mo Qi who had woken up, when he saw those completely black eyes with no whites, half prepared Yue's scolding suddenly stuck in his throat: "...you..."

Gong Jiu let go of his hand hesitantly, and then, the surprise in those cold star-like eyes was suddenly replaced by anger, and the hand that was holding Mo Qi's shoulder suddenly got stuck on Mo Qi's neck, and he shook violently: "You bastard, why are you so angry?" You see that I haven't recovered my memory yet?!"

Am I not your favorite person? !

Mo Qi's completely dazed and pitch-black eyes poured a lot of cold water on his heart which was still hot just now.

Gong Jiu even thought a little aggrievedly, according to his original plan, Mo Qi should have broken through the control of the living dead and white bones because of his strong love the first time he saw him!

The results of it?No!

absolutely not!

fraud!

Gong Jiu pushed Mo Qi resentfully, and pushed Mo Qi to the ground: "What am I going to save you for? You just die!"

Mo Qi keenly grasped the key point of Gong Jiu's words: "Help?" He looked blankly at the angry man, but he didn't know why the other party was angry, and suddenly felt a little bit at a loss.

Hearing what the other party said, it seemed that the other party was sure that he would lose his memory when he woke up, but he didn't expect that he didn't recover his memory when he saw the other party... But, is this speculation reasonable?

Mo Qi fell into deeper confusion, wandering back and forth one after another why in his mind, and finally the biggest question took the top spot: "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"

Gong Jiu was so angry that Ling Xiaohuo almost set himself on fire: "Know?! Heh, of course I know!" He didn't think about those gentle plans before, tear them up and feed them all to the dogs, a new revenge plan was released.

He narrowed his eyes cruelly, and glared at Mo Qi: "You are my hidden guard, and your name is Lang Yi."

The heart of a wolf is number one in the world!

Heartbreaker!Pooh!Even after sleeping, you can still forget me!

Mo Qi: "..."

For some reason, he instinctively felt that he was not called by this name, nor was he a hidden guard, and this name seemed to be scolding him by the other party, but he had no evidence.

The main reason is why a master would accompany the unconscious guard to bed, and stay up all night with such a bad complexion, it doesn't make sense.

Countless possibilities flashed through Mo Qi's mind, which made his expression a little complicated.

Gong Jiu kicked the bed, and said angrily: "Still awake? Wake up and want to be lazy?" Gong Jiu whistled, and three white-clothed secret guards came in from the door, "Take your people away! No! , wait, no."

"..." The hidden guards who had stretched out their hands halfway had no choice but to retract their hands, their faces were extremely cold, and their hearts were downcast.

What is going on.

Gritting her teeth, Gong Jiu paced back and forth in the room, stomping heavily on the ground, but she couldn't make any shocking noises—it was all sucked up by the white and fluffy carpet.

Gong Jiu stopped abruptly, sneered, and said to his hidden guard: "Go, pick out some of his most colorful clothes." He emphasized: "The brightly colored ones!"

After a stick of incense.

The door of Wumingdao's kitchen was suddenly pushed open, and several white-clothed dark guards walked in.

The steward, who was still dozing off, was startled, jumped off the chair in a hurry, and rushed forward, "What orders do you guys have?"

The dark guard in white gave way to the side, and let out the pink-clothed man standing at the end with a condensed expression who was almost as good as the Ninth Young Master: "Master said, today his lunch will be given to the country... Let the wolf come Do."

The steward looked at Lang Yi in pink in bewilderment: "..."

Wolf one...who is it?Why should the wolf one cook the meal for the ninth son?Could it be that Lang Yi is the new cook?

...But which cook would wear a pink dress when going to the stove?

The steward looked at the man in pink in bewilderment: he was tall and straight, with a stern and cold demeanor, but he was wearing the pink clothes that were supposed to be full of powder and girlishness, and the belts fluttered like clouds and flowing like clouds. Even the tender pink color gave him the feeling of a cold and majestic lotus gentleman. At first glance, the adjective that comes to mind is definitely not mother, but a poem: out of the mud but not stained, clean and clean. Not demon.

The steward looked up at Lang Yi's face again.

Steward: "..."

No, do you have to be so good-looking to be a cook now?The threshold is so high?

Lang Yi turned around with a serious face, put his hands together and said to the dark guard: "Thank you brothers..."

Bai Yi trembled all over his body immediately: This is not bad, the national teacher dared to shout, they are not ordered to be the elder brother of the ninth son!

He hurriedly said: "No, no, you are our brother..." No, no, the younger brother of the ninth son and the others did not die, "It is our leader."

Steward: "..."

Steward:? ?

Does Jiu Gongzi's hidden guard have to be in charge of Jiu Gongzi's meals now?Are you asking for this, this much?Also, when did Jiu Gongzi's white-clothed dark guard have an extra leader?Why does the commander of the dark guard wear such pink clothes? ?How does this look like a dark guard commander? ?

The steward looked at the man in pink with complete bewilderment and shock, and said to the dark guards in white guiltily, "Unfortunately, I forgot about you."

Bai Yi immediately cupped his hands with a solemn face and respectfully said, "Subordinate Bai..."

Bai Yi paused, his survival instinct stopped him, and after thinking about it carefully, it wasn't right.

If he introduced himself as Bai Yi, and then Bai Erbai San also introduced himself in the same way, then with the wisdom of the national teacher, wouldn't he wonder why he was the only one of the wolf generation?Won't you doubt your identity as a secret guard?Don't you suspect Jiu Gongzi?Wouldn't the Ninth Young Master, who was suspected by the national teacher, vent his anger on them?

A series of questions flashed through Bai Yi's mind, and he broke out in a cold sweat.Bai Yi rejoiced that he reacted in time and avoided the end of death, and at the same time changed his name on the spot with great wit: "Subordinate Wolf Two."

Steward: "...??"

Bai Erbai San was forced to change his name:

"...Subordinate Wolf Three."

"Wolf four."

The steward began to doubt himself, was there something wrong with his memory, could it be that the hidden guards on the island were really of the wolf generation, not the white generation?

This question only lingered in his mind for a while, and then a more threatening question appeared in his mind: It's over, when have you ever seen the hidden guards cook, let alone this pink-clothed leader who can't see the tail of the dragon!No way, if this blows up the kitchen...

The steward hurriedly said positively: "To lead the noble body, some tasks are better for us to do, just give us your pointers—"

Bai Yi, no, Lang Er said: "No way, the master must appoint the leader to do it."

The steward tried his best to save himself: "Then...then let us fight..." Maybe we can save him at the first moment of the fire.

Wolf Two: "No, you must lead someone to do it."

Steward: "..."

This... Isn't this a damn situation?

So, when the wolf started to study how to prepare the dishes in front of the stove, the steward with dull eyes and ashamed heart walked into the back room with vain footsteps, surrounded by a group of cooks who were also worried.

"How is it?! Can we help? Even if we burn the fire and add water, if the timing is right, it can still be saved!"

"Yes, yes. If we are by the side, we can also remind you a little bit."

The steward's face was full of despair, his eyes were ashen, as if he had seen the approaching death.He moved slowly like a dying person, slowly shook his head and said: "No, there is no hope."

The cooks were silent.

Then hugged each other in twos and threes, and began to cry silently.

It's over, it's over.Although the idea of ​​letting the commander of the dark guards come to cook the dishes was proposed by Mr. Jiu himself, but if the dishes are really not cooked well, and even blow up the kitchen, wouldn't they be the ones who are unlucky in the end? !

Desperate and desperate, they couldn't help but began to curse in their hearts the culprits outside who were about to push them into the fire pit.

This kind of thing may be just a trivial matter to the hidden guards outside, but how can they know how these little people are walking on thin ice and precarious when they are living on this nameless island?

When old man Wu Ming was going crazy, they already lost several companions in this small kitchen.They cried in the middle of the night and secretly brought back the corpses of their companions who had been thrown in the garbage, cleaned them up, and buried them secretly. They thought such days were over!

When the man in red suddenly appeared on Wuming Island and killed Wu Ming, they thought the worst moment was over!They can be free!

But the ninth son came back again.

And now, not only are their hopes of freedom dashed, but they're going the same way as their companions.

They whimpered softly: "It's good to die... It's clean to die..."

"I can't live a day like this..."

"Wuuuuu... Back then, I only learned Pao Ding because I liked eating Sixi meatballs... Wuuuuuu, I really want to eat Sixi meatballs..." The one who was crying and drooling from his own memories The cook slobbered, and was about to continue crying when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She couldn't help but slobbered a few more times, moved her nostrils, and sniffed non-stop: "Um..."

She patted her companion vigorously: "Wait, don't cry, don't cry, you smell it, what does it smell like?"

The companion was still crying and tearful: "What smell, the smell of the kitchen being burnt, the smell before death!"

She stomped her feet anxiously, remembering that she smelled the fragrance because her sense of smell was more sensitive than ordinary people, so she hurriedly opened the door between the inner room and the outer room a little, and opened the curtain a little bit.

A few companions who were out of breath from crying: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... It's the taste of Mengpo soup... Well, it smells so good, hey, it smells so good!"

"Am I hallucinating? This is an early flashback, do you smell hallucinations?"

"Chiliu, Chiliu. This smell... Whoops... Whoops, this smell... Chiliu!"

Perhaps the last breath was too loud for the nobles outside the house to hear it.

There was a low magnetic, pleasant, peaceful and steady male voice from outside the house, and the door and curtain they opened a crack were also lifted: "Do you want to try it?"

Even the cook and the steward: "... Chick!"

try it! !This is the fucking meal before leaving, and they want to eat it up, licking off the bottom of the bowl!

The author has something to say: Gong Jiu: Damn, I’m so angry that you don’t let me eat first when you cook a meal? !Don't you fucking think about it? !

Mo Qi with cooking skill comes with 50% poisonous debuff: Wait, I will let other people try the poison first...

——Just kidding, now Mo Qi has forgotten that he has this magical debuff on him.

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The episode is not long, and the main character is Mogong CP.

When I spread out the notebook and wrote the outline, I originally intended to write a story about a ruthless prince intending to retaliate against the quilt, amnesia and the dark guard Wuming Island's struggle to survive... Later, it was written: No, according to Mo Daochang's strength, What the hell is he struggling to survive?This should clearly be a strength crushing dungeon! ...Of course, it may also be a copy of Shura Field hehehe