Chapter 570 Disaster

《Writing Poems》

Writing poems

Actually it’s very simple

I used to

not know how to write poems

Until

I learned

Branches

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen’s “My Diary” No. 1,161

This scene really surprised everyone present.

Destiny, who had just come in from downstairs, kept staring at the third floor.

With a different light in his eyes, he saw this scene through his “Eye of Breath” and the crystal wall.

Very good!

The disaster has begun!

Die!

The chopsticks went straight to Zhang Mo’s cheek, but just before it was about to poke, Tang Ji stopped again.

Then he laughed “hahaha” and his saliva almost flowed out.

How ugly it was, how ugly it was!

Zhang Mo looked at him and said, “You still want to attack this sect master, you are really crazy!”

Just after he finished speaking, Tang Ji picked up a little meat scraps from the corner of Zhang Mo’s mouth and put it into his own mouth.

There was a “different” expression in his eyes.

Fuck!

This is more excessive than attacking this sect master!

What do you want to do?

Zhang Mo kicked him away with one foot, don't disgust this sect master.

Tang Ji rushed downstairs while dancing naked, shouting as he ran: "It's so cool!"

It's really embarrassing!

Zhang Mo and others stared at him rushing downstairs, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he knocked over countless tables, chairs and benches.

Fate was shocked when she saw this scene. What's going on? Shouldn't you kill the Pleiades messenger driven by "disaster"?

Why did you run down?

Damn, why did you run to me!

Before Fate could react, Tang Ji threw her to the ground.

"You smell so good, you smell so good and delicious!"

Tang Ji went up and ate it, almost biting off Fate's disguise.

"Get out of here!"

Fate raised his hand and knocked Tang Ji away.

Tang Ji fell to the ground, and it seemed that he had just come to his senses.

Looking around and then at himself, Tang Ji screamed.

"Oh my gosh!"

He immediately covered his vital parts and ran away, and hurried to the third floor.

Zhang Mo looked at him running back and said, "You are inexperienced, you have to cover your face at this time!"

Tang Ji's blushing was not excessive this time, and he glared at the shopkeeper and said, "You dare to drug me! You are looking for death!"

The shopkeeper's tears were about to fall.

It's over, it's over!

Zhang Mo said calmly, "Come on, shopkeeper, eat it. If you are okay, we will talk about it later."

The shopkeeper hurried forward and ate it up in one plate.

Zhang Mo and Tang Ji looked at him and waited for a while. The shopkeeper was fine.

"It seems that he really didn't drug him. Okay, Tang Ji, you won't get any benefits if you kill him, so why not order something else."

Zhang Mo continued to eat the fish in front of him.

Tang Ji gritted his teeth and said, "How are you going to compensate? How do you want to compensate?"

The shopkeeper trembled all over and said, "Sir, how about I give you free food in the future, and the best food. That's all I can do!"

"Deal!"

Tang Ji nodded immediately and stood up, then sat back down, his face very calm.

Zhang Mo was surprised and said, "You recovered very quickly!"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "It's just a little bit of shame, it's nothing, it's not a big deal!"

Zhang Mo applauded and said, "You have the style of this master in the past, not bad, not bad. But can you put on your pants first!"

After the farce, Zhang Mo asked to exchange all the dishes, and all of them must be eaten once in front of him by the shopkeeper.

While waiting for the dishes, Zhang Mo saw the old man with seven stars below and said, "That's also my acquaintance, call him up too."

Tang Ji said beside him, "Master, you are attracted to his good wine again, right?"

Zhang Mo said, "He said that he can ask him for more anytime. Isn't it anytime? What's wrong? Can I still refuse his face? This master is not that kind of person!"

Tang Ji nodded repeatedly, indicating that Master, you are right.

Below, fate had ten thousand "fucks" in his heart, and was about to leave directly, but was stopped by the waiter.

"Sir, the envoy of God invites you to go up."

Upon hearing this, fate's first reaction was "Did he get discovered?"

But thinking about it carefully, it should be unlikely.

The method she used to change her luck, unless the other party was also born with a strange destiny and practiced the magic of luck, there is no possibility of being discovered.

She knew that there were no more than a handful of people who practiced the method of luck in the world, and this envoy of the Pleiades God could not be one of them.

After calming down, Destiny nodded and walked up.

She really wanted to see what was going on.

The disaster had clearly begun, so why didn't the other party seem to be hurt?

Did something go wrong?

Going up to the third floor, Destiny looked at Zhang Mo with a smile on his face and said, "Meet the Lord God's Envoy!"

Zhang Mo waved and said, "Come on, Old Seven Stars, let's eat together. Do you have any wine?"

Destiny immediately felt relieved. It turned out that he called her for good wine.

Haha, drink to death!

"Yes, if you want it, of course!"

Destiny took out another small jar of wine from the ring and strode over.

Tang Ji also said, "Sorry. I was a little distracted just now."

After that, he picked up a piece of meat for Destiny, which was the newly served stir-fried little dragon.

Fate snorted in his heart. What is distraction? He was obviously attracted by the disaster, so he increased the possible disasters.

But why was the Pleiades messenger who was hit by the disaster fine?

Shouldn't it be?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Mo had someone open the wine jar and filled everyone with a cup.

"A cup of wine can make all grudges go away. It's just a small matter, don't mind it."

Zhang Mo drank a cup himself, and felt a burning throat, and then his whole body was energetic and warm.

"Oh, it's good wine again!"

Fate said: "Top-grade shochu, sir, enjoy it slowly."

After saying that, Fate stared at Zhang Mo.

This wine seems to have no problem, but it actually has a slight impact on the vitality.

Under normal circumstances, it would not be a problem to drink any amount. But once the disaster is on the body, this wine has a small possibility of causing the vitality to be disordered and go astray.

In order to deal with this Pleiades messenger, Fate has raised the disaster to the highest possible level, which is almost the limit of her power.

In this case, according to fate's own calculations, the other party has more than a 50% chance of getting into trouble.

Come on, get into trouble!

The vitality is disordered, and he is possessed by the devil.

He will be in flames and burn himself to death!

Fate seemed to have seen Zhang Mo's miserable state next.

With a roar in his heart, a smile rose slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Mo poured himself another bowl. The cup was not big enough, so he still enjoyed the bowl.

After drinking it all, Zhang Mo said, "It's great! Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Mo covered his stomach.

Fate's eyes were bright, waiting for everything to happen.

Here it comes.

Die, go to hell!

Puff!

Zhang Mo tilted his butt and farted.

Then he said with a bit of embarrassment, "A loud fart doesn't stink!"