Quick-wearing evildoer host online short guard

Chapter 381 Being a cheat for the leader of the Demon Cult 8
"Princess, what and Li Shu? You and the prince..."

"Don't worry about it right now." Meng Li interrupted the servant girl, but there was a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

The servant girl had a bad feeling in her heart, "Your Highness, you must not mess around, this marriage is for the emperor..."

"Shut up." Meng Li stopped the servant girl's next words, "Are you my man or the emperor's man."

"The servant girl is naturally the princess's servant." The servant girl immediately lowered her head.

Meng Li pursed his lips, "Then be obedient."

As he spoke, he walked out of the yard directly, "Long Yi, go and find out where Yuan Mochen is."

Hearing the sound of the breaking wind, Meng Li hooked his lips directly, did he really think that nothing would happen if he escaped from the world?

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The stream was gurgling, and stones were staggered by the stream, and a man in red was lying on the stone slab.

The man put his hands behind his head and lay on his back on the stone slab, the shade of the trees by the stream mottled on the man's red clothes.

The man was swinging his legs leisurely, with a fishing rod standing by his feet.

Mo Chen was holding a few pheasants that had just been hunted back in his hand, and when he walked to the stream, he saw such a scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked over and kicked him.

"I asked you to catch fish, so you just catch it?"

Mo Xie opened his eyes. Because he didn't get used to it, he squinted his eyes a little. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man in white standing against the light.

I tutted in my heart, it's so beautiful.

A bounce rises from the slate.

"Are you back?" Taking the pheasant from Mo Chen, "Well, the fish will be hooked right away, let's deal with the chicken first."

Mo Chen "..." How did you know it was about to take the bait.

However, Mo Chen ignored him and took a pheasant to deal with. As for the other chickens, they were handed over to Mo Xie.

Luo Luo secretly squatted in the system space and looked at Mo Chen, a little excited, he will soon be able to see the host roasting chicken, ah ha ha ha, so looking forward to it (≧ω≦)/
Mo Chen didn't know Luo Luo's mental activities.

After half an hour, the chicken in Mo Chen's hand turned into a lump of black charcoal.

It was a lump of black, with a trace of white smoke floating on it.

Mo Xie, who witnessed this process with his own eyes, "..."

"Oh, Xiao Chen'er, so you don't know how to roast chicken?" There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

Mo Chen directly stuffed the charcoaled lump of black into Mo Xie's mouth, then got up and walked towards the river.

Luo Luo thought that his host couldn't think about it, "Host, calm down, don't think about it."

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, he didn't want to talk to Luo Luo, but went to the stream and squatted down to wash his hands.

Lolo, who thought the host couldn't think about it, "..." I underestimated the host too much.

Mo Xie took out the charcoal in his mouth and threw it on the ground, poohing twice.

What the hell, this is the worst pheasant I have ever eaten, bar none.

I was more and more curious about how Xiao Chen'er managed to roast the chicken into a lump of black charcoal, and it was still bitter.

Burnt to the bitter kind.

Holding the grilled chicken in his hand, he walked to Mo Chen's side, "Here, this one is for you."

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, "You don't want to eat?"

"I'll bake another one." He said and stuffed the chicken into Mo Chen's hands.

Because the pheasant is small in size, it will be a small lump when baked.

Looking at the yellow and tender roast chicken in his hand, Mo Chen was a little skeptical about his life. Why was his roast chicken different from his roast chicken?
He secretly glanced at Mo Xie's white hand, um, it looks the same as his own, doesn't it?

Silently tore off the chicken legs, thinking while eating.

"Lolo, didn't I know how to roast chicken in the previous world?" Although she didn't know how to do it before entering the derivative world.

Luo Luoqing coughed, "Yes." He silently added, not only can't roast chicken, he can't even cook.

Mo Chen nodded, it must be because of the original owner.

Mo Chen completely refused to admit that it was his fault.

Holding the roast chicken in his hand and walking to the fire, Mo Xie was already roasting the second one.

"Well, Brother Mo, can you teach me how to roast chicken?" There was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Luo Luo covered his face, "..." Host, shall we let those poor pheasants go?

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Okay, well, the fish should be hooked too, and I'll teach you how to grill fish by the way."

After speaking, he walked towards the stone slab.

I picked up the fishing rod and pulled it lightly, and I saw a fish weighing about one catty.

Just like when he was killing pheasants just now, he pulled out the sword from the scabbard and started killing fish.

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, is this what a swordsman should look like?
Not wanting to say more, I went to the fire to add some firewood.

After Mo Xie finished handling the fish, he walked to the fire.

Then two hours later.

Mo Xie looked at the pieces of black charcoal roasted by Mo Chen in front of him, and wondered if he taught too profoundly.

Sitting on the stone slab, Mo Chen felt a little helpless, "It turns out that besides not knowing how to roast chicken, I can't even roast fish."

Lolo "..." No, you're all about eating when you don't.

No, the host can make wine.

Yes, only wine.

And it will only be stuffed with peach blossoms.

Seeing Mo Chen's lack of interest, Mo Xie cleared his throat, "Well, it's okay, maybe you don't have the talent for barbecue."

Mo Chen raised his eyelids lazily, "Forget it." You can't force anything. I had learned this cooking skill for a long time in Yushidian, but I still didn't learn it in the end.

Mo Xie breathed a sigh of relief, he probably didn't take it to heart.

"Are you still eating?" As he spoke, he raised the barbecue in his hand.

"Well, you can eat, I'll walk around." Mo Chen got up, patted the wrinkles on his body, and then walked towards the woods.

With the barbecue in his hand, Mo Xie watched Mo Chen leave, and when Mo Chen left, he called out his subordinates in the dark and stuffed the barbecue into his hands, "You guys are rewarded."

After speaking, he walked directly towards the creek, washing his hands slowly.

"Can you find traces of Su Yan?"

"Master of Islam, never."

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, "There's no need to look for it, what's going on in Yandu recently?"

"The third princess made peace with King Luo."

Mo Xie chuckled and narrowed his eyes, "This woman is really ambitious. Have you found out who she's been chasing recently?"

"She is looking for Mr. Yuan, but so far no trace has been found."

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, Cha Xiaochener?
Yuan Mochen, Peach Blossom Valley?Well, why didn't I think of it.

"How's the investigation on Peach Blossom Valley going?" He walked to the fire, picked up the sword on the stone, took out a piece of cloth similar to a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped it casually.

"The exact location of the Peach Blossom Valley has not yet been found, but the red guardian and the green guardian have appeared in the Lushan area." The subordinates respectfully replied what they knew.

"Lushan?" Mo Xie lacked interest, and did not stop wiping his sword, "Is there any other big thing recently?"

"The search for Yaoshan has started again."

Mo Xie paused, handed the cloth to his subordinates, and then put the polished sword back into the scabbard, "Do you want to make trouble again?" His words were sarcasm.

"Master, do you want to continue to inquire about Yaoshan?"

"Don't worry about it, just keep staring at the two brothers and sisters of the Meng family." Mo Xie weighed the sword in his hand, and then walked towards the forest.

The subordinate glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to wash his handkerchief again.

I don't know why my leader likes to kill game with a sword so much.

This is not the first time, nor the second or third, but the many times.

(End of this chapter)