Chapter 847 Act Like a Spoiled Brat, Let's Go, Master

Nan Xun flattered herself so that she could be convinced, showing the sincerity of her tone.

Meng Ziyi's expression was calm, and he didn't know if he believed in this high-end flattery, or if he didn't take it seriously at all.

He folded the silk handkerchief used by the scabbard and put it back in the bag, leaving it for the next time.

Seeing his actions, Nan Xun couldn't help muttering, "Master really doesn't believe me."

Xiaoba: I believe you are a fool.

Meng Ziyi picked up some dry wood, made a fire, set up a shelf, put the robe and trousers he had just washed on it to bake, and then sat on the side eating dry food. His movements were orderly and elegant.

He didn't fish today because he never roasted game when he was drying clothes, the smell would get on the clothes.

Nan Xun has long since figured out his little habits and attention to detail. Just like he can wear shabby clothes, but they must be clean. It can be seen from the white washed robes he used to wear, as well as his favorite demon-slaying sword. After killing those demons every time , he has to wipe the knife several times. Even the dry food he brought with him would be covered with several layers of clean cloth.

After simply eating some dry food, Meng Ziyi leaned against the tree, staring at the bonfire in front of him with dim eyes, a little distracted.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Nan Xun asked in a low voice.

He paused before saying, "It's nothing, just thinking about something."

Nan Xun muttered: "No wonder just ignored me."

She couldn't help but wonder. It was fine before the bath, why did it change after the bath? Could it be that some of the words she said before the bath had the opposite effect?

"Has the master figured it out?"

"Never."

Nan Xun said in his heart: I ignored her before I figured it out, no, no, I can't let him figure it out!

Meng Ziyi closed his eyes and was about to rest when he suddenly heard Xiao Hualing ask him, "Master, the wind is so strong tonight, can I hide from the wind in Master's arms?"

Meng Ziyi's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Obviously he can't see if he opens his eyes or not, but Nan Xun sometimes has the illusion that his eyes are not blind, just like now, he opened his eyes and looked in her direction, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were out of focus , she would think his eyes could see her.

Meng Ziyi didn't say much, picked up the Demon Slayer Sword, placed it on his thigh upright, and then covered his robe over it, as if covering the scabbard of the Demon Slayer Sword with a thin quilt.

The robe had the moisture of the night, and it also smelled of him.

All this happened so suddenly, Nan Xun smelled the unique smell on his robe, and suddenly felt a little shy.

She actually lay on Meng Ziyi's thigh, if it wasn't for a layer of trousers, she would have to be skin-to-skin.

When Nanxun was swaying, Meng Ziyi suddenly asked her, "It's been a month, and it hasn't recovered yet?"

When Nan Xun heard this, he was stunned for a while. When he reacted, he replied very simply: "Master, come on, it's just these two days. This month has caused trouble for Master."

She did the math, the favor she could get with the scabbard form was wiped away, and it was indeed time to restore her true body.

After getting the answer, Meng Ziyi hummed lightly, then closed his eyes again and took a nap.

After hearing this, Xiao Ba remembered a certain gambling appointment, and felt regretful in his heart, "What about the promise to turn the big boss into bed within a month? Hey, my grandfather was cheated, I would have made a bet with you if I knew it earlier. ."

Nan Xun said calmly, "Isn't it still two days away?" And when she said that she was going to bed, she never meant the sauce, it was because Xiao Ba himself was too dirty.

After resting for one night, before dawn the next day, Meng Ziyi continued on his way, passing through several small villages, and arrived at Jinxiang City, the largest town he had encountered in the past month.

I heard that there are many varieties of chrysanthemums in Jinxiang City. Every household here grows chrysanthemums, especially the golden chrysanthemums. In autumn, the city is golden, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the scenery is very magnificent. Make Jinxiang City.

It is late summer and early autumn, and it is the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Many people from other places have come here, and the city is very lively.

Meng Ziyi's outfit is a bit eye-catching. After all, he is holding a sword and carrying a sword. He is so handsome that everyone will take a look. But because of the lively city recently, there is no shortage of romantic talents from all over the world. Here is another place. In the big city, there are also many merchants and people from the rivers and lakes. Everyone's vision is relatively small, so at most, they can praise the handsome boy in their hearts, and they won't stare abruptly for too long.

"Master Master, this Jinxiang City is so lively! I have never seen so many people!"

Because of the excitement, Nan Xun's voice was higher than before, but the surrounding voices were noisy, and no one noticed that the speaker was a scabbard.

Meng Ziyi tapped lightly on her forehead, "Lower your voice."

"Master, I saw a storyteller's teahouse in front of me, why don't... Master go in for a cup of tea?"

Meng Ziyi raised his voice slightly, "Want to go in and listen to the story?"

Nan Xun was not embarrassed to be exposed at all, "I really want to hear the story, but the most important thing is the master, how hard it is for you to subdue demons and eliminate demons along the way, now you should find a place to sit and drink a little tea. melon seeds."

"Heh..." Meng Ziyi laughed and went to the teahouse in front of him.

No need for Hua Ling to say, he has already smelled the fragrance of the tea.

"Master, there is a threshold in front of you, be careful when you enter."

Nan Xun talked a lot about this kind of kind reminder, and Meng Ziyi gradually got used to it, although he didn't need it a lot of the time.

The tea house shop boy saw his clothes and his extraordinary bearing, and before he came in, he greeted him with a smile on his face.

Since Xiao Hualing said that he needed him to be raised, Meng Ziyi also began to collect money when he helped people catch demons, mostly broken silver and silver notes, so his current clothes are not as shabby as they were at the beginning. In addition to the black robe he wore from Zeng's house that time, he also bought a blue robe, which was highly recommended by Xiao Hualing.

The blue corseted robe made his inhuman indifference a lot lighter, adding a touch of gentleness and elegance.

The second shopkeeper warmly brought the person to the next table, and said with a smile: "Young master is lucky, this is the last empty table in the shop. If you come a step later, we will have no room for you in the restaurant."

Mencius moved his ears and asked, "Why don't you talk about books?"

"Haha, this is unfortunate, I just finished talking about it today. But the business of the restaurant has been good recently. If you sit down for a while, the storyteller Lao Wu will come out soon. He won't talk about books, but he will talk about some of our Jinxiangcheng. Interesting."

Meng Ziyi nodded and didn't ask any further questions. But the little demon likes to hear it, so he just asked.

Xiao Er took tea and a small plate of melon seeds, and couldn't help but said: "I have a lot of young talents in Jinxiang City, but there are not many as handsome and handsome as the son. If the son goes to participate in this year's election for chrysanthemum son , may be able to come out on top.”

Meng Ziyi did not answer.

Seeing that he was not very interested, Xiao Er shook his head. Although he felt it was a pity, he didn't talk any more and left after pouring tea.

"Pfft! Nima chrysanthemum son, hahaha... lol!" Xiaoba sprayed.

Nan Xun also couldn't hold back his laughter, "Master chrysanthemum, who came up with this? You don't smell, chrysanthemum is full of wounds, chrysanthemum...hahaha..."

Although Nan Xun held back his laughter, Meng Ziyi felt it. He touched the head of the scabbard and asked curiously, "Xun Xun, what are you laughing at?"

"Cough, I just think the name of the chrysanthemum boy is quite interesting. Master, what kind of chrysanthemum boy election is this, it's very lively when you hear it, let's go and have a look?"

Mencius picked up the teacup and drank the tea, but did not answer.

"Master, let's go." Nan Xun coquettishly said, "Master has caught so many monsters, and it's not bad for the money spent in the inn these few days. Why don't we stay for a few more days."