MTL - Flower Demon’s Inn-Chapter 28 It's not easy to be a satyr

On August 15th, the full moon lights up, and Jin Gui fragrance.

Whenever the business of a reunion festival inn is deserted, the streets are bustling and bustling, and Spoon likes and dislikes such festivals.

The full moon day is the perfect time to absorb the essence of moonlight. As soon as it is dark, Xin Niang will go in groups to bask in the moonlight. The spoon lay on the cashbox and looked out. The old man with sugar painting was still there, but he was very lively. The abacus broke in her ear. She tilted her head and looked at it. The scholar was calculating again. The long and white fingers called the black abacus. The sound was too undulating. When I looked at it, I yawned. "Treasurer, let ’s have dinner Come on. "

The scholar gave a finger and smiled, "Okay. Will you have a meal and go for a walk?"

Spoon squeezed his arm: "Stupid student, you are not a demon, what fun to do with us. I will climb to the roof to hang out with me."

A cricket with a big and small eye was pressed on his head. The scholar was severely hit. In the end, he said, "The cricket is still there, and it will eat you."

The back of the spoon was cold, and the cold sweat plummeted. Thinking of being swallowed by his head and then spitting out, he felt better to go out with the scholar for a walk: "Then I will cook first."

"I help."

The spoon thought that the scholar would help, but after washing the dishes, and found that the pot was also hot, he was about to boast that the fire in the stove was working well. With a spatula, he shoveled the water and touched the bottom of the pot. She smashed ... Watching the red fire under the hole, his face twitched:

"Treasurer! Is it really okay to use Sanwei Real Fire?"

Somehow, the spoon of the cauldron was lost, and even the scholar asked her to eat a bowl full of twelve meatball soup. He moved his bowl to her, and called Xiao Er to take another bowl, still the face of a lion, staring at him, his heart was cold: "Don't be angry."

"Next time you are not allowed to step into the kitchen for half a step." Spoon pushed the bowl back to him. "Hurry up and eat and go to the moonlight after eating."

The scholar saw that she was mad, so he took chopsticks to eat meatballs. After taking two bites, she saw her eyebrows twist again and asked, "What's wrong?"

Spoon looked weirdly at his bowl, and then looked at himself: "Well ... that bowl seems to have been eaten by me." Another moment of comfort said, "Well, kisses have passed, what is this, Right, stupid scholar. "

This comfort is really ... too messy! The scholar looked at the joy of her eating, just a bowl of meatballs made her so satisfied, smiled, and took a bite. The spoon remembered the incident, and said, "Remember to go back with a cauldron later."

The student was almost shocked to swallow the whole ball, and said, "I will buy a carriage tomorrow."

Walking on the back of a pot and a spoon ... When you think about that scene, you think there is no future.

"I'm going to open the shop tomorrow morning, and where will you catch the carriage?"

"Then ... how to tan the moon?"

Spoon pondered for a moment: "Then go back to the inn and dry it."

The scholar confessed his fate, and then on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the beautiful night, the other boys led the girl, but he took a huge pot and went back.

When he moved the pan back to the stove, the spoon didn't know where to go, looked for it, looked up, and saw that the spoon was sitting on the roof.

After going up, the pretty man was sitting beside the crooked cormorant, his head was dangling there, and he didn't want to eat her. The scholar leaped forward and dropped lightly beside her. When she saw that she was holding a bowl, she sipped the pale yellow water in her mouth, sniffed slightly, and smiled, "osmanthus."

The spoon smiled and handed him: "Drink a bite. Uncle Mi next door gave it to me. It's very delicious."

The scholar looked at the bowl and drank it! Immediately lowered his head, his lips attached to the edge of the bowl, and waited until he sipped into the abdomen. He immediately burned, and his burned head flashed for a moment. "Wine, wine?"

The spoon nodded: "Yeah, osmanthus wine. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, enjoy the moon and drink osmanthus wine. Everyone is so ... what happened to the shopkeeper?"

The scholar pinched his eyebrows, "I ... can't touch wine."

Spoon was interested: "What happens if you touch it?"

The student sighed: "It would be great if I knew what would happen. One year, I went to a fairyland feast, but I mistakenly used green wine as tea, and then ... woke up the next day and found that I was wanted by the fairyland. It turned out I beat all the people at the feast ... Another year, the Dragon King of the East China Sea was so happy that he invited me to the feast, and accidentally took another sip. I woke up the next day and found that I was wanted again, and waited for the palace. There was a cry, only to find out that I had brought the dragon to the palace ... Hey? Why are you sitting so far away with a spoon? "

Spoon holding the bowl and watched him alertly: "I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and find yourself eating me!"

The scholar smiled, and that smile filled his eyes, and a fascination overflowed, and the eyes of the spoon were straight. No, it's not right! She turned to crawl away, and now her head was more secure than him. He had just raised his hand, his body was hot, he was picked up, his limbs were clamped, and he was crushed to death. She widened her eyes and looked at the scholar who was close at hand, and her throat was jerky.

The scholar stared at her and said, "I'm sorry."

The spoon is about to cry, usually somehow said sorry, and then the next moment is either to kill or to spit out the words "you go to death".

The scholar buried her head in her neck, and the warm breath poured into her ears: "Sorry, I should have put you in a safe place."

"Stupid student ... you, you let go now ..." Spoon just felt his wrists hurt, so the oppressive scholar frightened her. He now has the same force value as when he was transformed into an expert, but she knew that an expert would not hurt her, but the scholar at the moment was different, as if she could crush her like an ant at any time. There was no sense of security, only fullness Oppression. She trembled. "Stupid student, don't do this. Wake up quickly. May I cook a sober soup for you?"

The scholar stared at her faintly, only to feel the charm of the people below him. He lowered his head and kissed her eyes, sucked the tears gently into his mouth, and kissed from the tip of his nose to his lips. The sweet aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus wine remained in the warm mouth, plundering deeper. Hold down the struggling hands and feet and don't allow her to move half a minute. His mouth was so **** that he bit him and ignored him.

Feeling that the person under him was shaking more and more, the scholar returned to his lips slightly, looked away from her crying sadness, and felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She raised her hand to wipe her tears. But she just didn't want to let go, she was afraid that she would leave.

Spoon's tears were hazy, and he was afraid to hate him: "Never ignore you again."

The scholar looked at him for a moment. He seemed to be doing something wrong, but he didn't know what he had done wrong. He just wanted to tie her to himself.

The demon came back from the moonlight, and walked back along the roof along the way. Xin Niang just jumped to the top of the Jinxiu Inn. At a glance, he saw the unsuitable picture on the opposite side and immediately drank, "Cover your eyes!"

Before crawling, he was caught by the fat gourd on his round belly, blocking his sight ... and breathing ...

Everyone squatted there, and thoughtfully looked at it, the more they looked the more wrong, how could they hear the boss crying? Crying and sad. Brother Cypress touched his chin: "It seems like something is wrong."

"Look again, if they do bad things, they will be shot by scholars."

After the cuckoo reminded, the demons snore.

The scholar lowered his head and kissed her, and said earnestly, "Don't cry, whoever bullied you, I'll go stab him."

Spoon full of black lines ...

When the scholar saw her crying suddenly stopped, she thought secretly to be effective, and kissed her on the other side, and continued to look down: "I'm serious, I won't let people bully you, I won't."

The spoon was intolerable, and the cry in his throat popped out: "Now you are bullying me!"

The student was frightened and released his hand in a hurry. The spoon sat up immediately, his wrists were broken, and he looked angry, "You see, my hands are bruised."

The scholar was going to look at her hand, and the spoon retracted in horror, leaning against him. The scholar did not dare to scare her any more. Looking at her on one knee, it was rare that the drunkenness quickly dissipated, and she was slightly awake. Seeing her face full of tears, she reached out her hand slightly: "The spoon ..."

"Yeah! I hate you!" Spoon trembled, not only her hands hurt, but her mouth hurt, too hard to kiss, she was not a bone. As soon as I turned around, I met my uncle's big eyes and swallowed my face, and swallowed it, "..."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so dum, the world is too dangerous, she's going back to the demon world!

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In the early morning, the birdsong sounded a pleasant window, and when the student woke up, he leaned over to wear his shoes and found that the shoes on his feet were not taken off at all. He touched his chin, what he did last night. Why the tongue hurts a bit, and the mouth hurts a little. Did he sting the fish bone last night and was stabbed?

Bewildered and washed his face, opened the door and went out, just as the spoon came out of the room, and his mood was immediately unsatisfactory. He smiled, "The spoon is early."

Hearing the sound, the spoon gave a cold slap, looked up at him, and went downstairs, holding the basin. Student fog.

Then it was foggy all morning, because the spoon didn't talk to him! He didn't even give his right eyes, didn't call him a stupid scholar, and didn't even lie on the side of the cashbox to watch his calculations.

Spoon was very bitter, and he was afraid and hated of him, but the saddest thing was that he kept telling him that he was drunk, but he hated him like that, and felt like an ant, and he could show no mercy Crushed himself, thinking about it was unhappy.

At noon, the scholar sat down and said softly, "What's wrong with you, spoon? I'm making you unhappy?"

The spoon was irritable: "I think."

The scholar has thought about it hundreds of times. Last night he took a pot of pot and came back, and then ... there was no more ... When the spoon left, he remembered the demon in the backyard and immediately went into the backyard and brought a bucket of water. Come up, feed them drink water, squat in front of the azalea, and laugh: "Can I ask you something?"

Before Cuckoo even spoke, she heard an "Ah ~", and in an instant she had flew to the sky ... Roaring inside--Xin Niang! Our friendship has come to an end!

Xin Niang bent her branch, shook her head with lush green leaves, and smiled, "You ask."

The demon squinted ...

The scholar coughed twice and asked, "The spoon suddenly ignored me. Do you know why?"

"Ah ... this ..." Xin Niang winked and winked. "You really don't remember? You had a cough last night, and a brutal beast on the roof last night, cough, almost made the boss stronger."

The student took a quick breath, and he actually did that! Fortunately, it was almost, if it was true ... then how would he face the spoon.

Back to the front yard, the spoon was sweeping the floor, and the sugar painting old man was still concentrating on pouring sugar into silk painting. Vaguely sweet and tangy, very smelly, and even better. The old man has been here, echoing the antique inn, it is also a unique scenery.

When I was looking at it, I saw a woman being dragged over by a child and pointing at the sugar painting. The woman was dressed very plainly. There was even a patch on the corner of the clothes. The child was so noisy. The woman was bitter. , Home mother knocks on you to eat candy. "

The child refused to let it go. The old man suddenly said, "Turn one, no money."

The child immediately turned around, and the woman thanked him. The wooden pointer turned quickly, so fast that it couldn't be seen, and ran on various graphics until it stopped on a pig. The old man immediately scooped up, scooped up the syrup, and dropped the slate. His fingers were drawn as a pen, and a fat and dumb pig was formed in a moment.

The old man handed the sugar painting to the woman, "You can taste it, too. You can forget your sorrow."

The woman smiled bitterly, and the child was letting her eat. She took a bite, and it was really sweet into her mouth, slowly sweet into her heart ... It seemed to be sad, and it really disappeared.

Spoon wants to turn one more, but feel it in your pocket, let's forget it. She decided to save money by herself and redeem the inn. The scholar was too dangerous. I was thinking, and when I looked back, I saw him, and jumped back in shock, watched him with a broom, and moved into the inn step by step.

The scholar smiled bitterly: "The spoon ... I was drunk last night."

Spoon nodded: "I know, but ... too much. Everyone has a word, spit out the truth after drinking, and I didn't understand what you said, but you really felt it. So, the nature of the treasurer is actually It's ... a satyr. "

The scholar took a step forward, and she stepped back, and every step back was like poking him. After a short distance, he was ... ruined again. He looked up at her and said slowly, "Yes, but only to you, I am not interested in others."

Having said that, he stared at her and breathed on the micro-screen. This was a confession, direct and thoughtful, and he had waited for a long time, but he did not expect to say it on this occasion.

Spoon opened his eyes wide and looked at him. His brain was short-circuited for a moment, and it took him a long time to understand, and he couldn't help but be angry: "Sure enough I'm the best bully!"

The scholar supported him, he, he really wanted to directly press her!