Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 147 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 21
When the proprietress continued to watch them fight nervously, she realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

What……

Who is her husband?

She has no husband.

Fang Qimo put the two dishes in his hand on an empty table.

The barbarian kicked him in the air behind him.

Fang Qimo's eyes froze, and he kicked when he turned around——

Kick the barbarian directly to the edge of the wall.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, Meng Xian clapped his hands happily, "Wow! That's great! Fang Qimo, you are the best!"

Fang Qimo cast his eyes on her.

Seeing her clapping like a child made me a little helpless, but also very happy.

The other barbarians heard the sound as if a switch had been turned on, shouting and rushing towards Fang Qimo together.

But what's the use of that?
No matter how tough they looked, in front of Fang Qimo, none of them could fight.

But in an instant, several barbarians landed one after another.

Like stacking arhats, one on top of the other.

I can't even get up.

"Look, I told you so! They can't beat Fang Qimo at all!" Meng Xian raised his head proudly and said to the proprietress.

The proprietress looked at the smashed tables and chairs, and the barbarians who could only hum on the ground, with a sad face.

"What can I do, will these people trouble me.

My table and chairs, I don’t know how much it will cost to replace them. "

Fang Qimo had already walked over with two more dishes.

Hearing what the proprietress said, he took out a bank note and gave it to her.

"So much? You can't do it!" The proprietress didn't like to take advantage of small things, so she quickly waved her hands away.

Fang Qimo said: "I accept it as compensation. In addition, prepare enough hot water for us to take a bath.

Serve well, it's a reward. "

"We" want to take a shower.

This sentence is really ambiguous.

Speaking of this, the proprietress can't shirk anymore.

"Well, my lord, we will reserve a room for you in our small station in the future. As long as you need it, I will find a way to get you whatever you want!"

"Just wait, the hot water and the big wooden barrel are definitely prepared for you!"

Fang Qimo nodded.

He carried two dishes of food and asked Meng Xian to walk in front of him, and the two went upstairs one after the other.

After going upstairs, Meng Xian was extremely sleepy.

Lie directly on the bed and close your eyes.

Fang Qimo called her for a long time but did not wake her up.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Fang Qimo sat down and began to eat with wine.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Xian woke up from his drowsy sleep.

Her throat was dry and hoarse, she was awakened by thirst.

After drinking so much wine, I didn't drink a sip of water. It's normal to be thirsty.

She opened her eyes and found that the room was dark.

The skull still hurts a bit.

Meng Xian sat up and called out tentatively, "...Fang Qimo?"

No one responded.

After a while, Meng Xian got out of bed, took advantage of the moonlight to walk to the table, and touched the candle holder with his hand.

There is also residual temperature.

Fang Qimo should have been here not long ago.

Thirsty, really thirsty.

Meng Xian reached out to carry the teapot, it was very light!

Open the lid and see, good guy, there is no sip of water.

A teacup was placed by the table, it seemed that Fang Qimo had drunk it.

Did this guy drink too?

Otherwise, what is he drinking so much water for?
There is fire in the body?

Meng Xian, who was so thirsty that he felt like he was going to die, opened the door and went out, ready to go downstairs to find some water to drink.

Downstairs was silent, it was pitch black, if it wasn't for the brighter moonlight tonight, Meng Xian really couldn't see clearly.

(End of this chapter)