Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 221 My Lord General, I'm a Dramatist! (eight)
Chapter 242

Huo Huo sat upright on the grand teacher's chair, squinted at the little demon lying on the table, and said with a smile: "Is this general doting on you so much that you dare not listen to your master?"

An Mo curled his lips, and then returned to his master after calling him by his first name. He also used self-identity, which was a [-]-point deduction for bad attitude.

She stood up abruptly and bowed her head respectfully: "Master, calm down, you can watch whatever you want, I will dance right now."

After she finished speaking, she took a few steps back again, acting awkwardly, and instead of doing Jinghong Dance, she began to dance on radio gymnastics, chanting: "One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight... ..."

Huo Huo hadn't seen anyone who dared to show his face for a long time, so he laughed angrily: "What are you muttering over there?!"

What kind of mess is this dancing? Is it true that he has never seen dancing? !

An Mo thought to himself that it would be pure if he couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and became more courageous, and said loudly, "I'm counting the beats: three two three four five six seven eight, four two three four five six seven eight..."

"Stop." Huo Huo said, "What's your dance called?"

"Master, this is radio gymnastics, a dance I created myself." An Mo watched his nose, nose and heart, and remained motionless.

"Call me by my name." Huo Huo corrected.

"No." An Mo didn't even look at him, and simply refused.

"Give you the courage?" Huo Huo glanced over coldly, but unfortunately he didn't meet his gaze.

"Huo Huo!" An Mo recited each word clearly and carefully, without the soft sound of the second word, instead it seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

Huo Huo didn't hear the name he wanted to hear, and Huo Huo felt even more upset. He was so upset that he wanted to strangle the little demon to death with one hand, but it was rare to have such a desirable toy. If it broke, he might never be able to touch it again. to hand.

"What are you accusing me of? Tell me." One look at Xiao Yao's wrinkled face and he knew that she was struggling with something bad again.

"Are you sure?" An Mo finally looked at him.

"Do whatever the master asks you to do. What about the duty of a maid?" Just as Huo Huo finished speaking, he saw the little demon pouted again, so angry that he wanted to curse. : "What are you talking about me in your heart again!"

"Then let me tell you, don't regret it!" An Mo sat cross-legged on the ground. She is a plant and won't catch cold.

Huo Huo felt his temples twitching. He took a deep breath and said, "Sit on the chair for me."

"I'm not afraid of the cold, we have to discuss it face to face." At this moment, An Mo's stubborn temper came up, and he sat firmly on the ground.

When Huo Huo told her to tell her all, as if she had won the gold medal for avoiding death, she uttered all the complaints in her heart: "Although you have good tempers and bad tempers, your heart is not bad, otherwise I was sent to the government to beheaded a long time ago, so I am not afraid of you at all!"

An Mo himself was overwhelmed by the pride he said, and began to comment on Huo Huo's personality: "For example, for the dance just now, don't I want an accompaniment? Your aggressive attitude is extremely bad, so I didn't dance for you! That radio gymnastics is for exercising the body, not dancing."

As she was talking, she became aggrieved again, her pouting so high that she could hang an oil pot: "There is another title, one is Huo Huo and the other is Master's. It all depends on your mood, I don't want to be with you." You have a good relationship, the master is the master, what's the big deal!"

Huo Huo sneered when he heard this, and wanted to say that the identity of "Master" is enough, but the little demon on the ground didn't give him a chance to intervene, and continued to say: "I have never been a maid, how do I know that a maid must be a maid?" What, there is no one to teach me, you are still picky and picky, if I don’t like n—”

After saying half of the word "you", An Mo realized what he had said and stopped in time. At this point, all the slanders had been fully explained.

An Wu on the roof now desperately wanted to see An Yi, so that he could see how prosperous the person he was monitoring was, how dare he criticize his master, and do so plausibly...

Huo Huo accurately grasped the point at the end of this passage, and asked thoughtfully: "If it's not what you like, huh?"

An Mo had a flash of inspiration and carried the flowerpot in: "If I didn't like this flowerpot, I would have given up a long time ago! Then you won't be able to find such a good maid like me!"

"Do you know what a maid does?" Huo Huo felt that the little demon was too cute, so he couldn't lose his temper when he saw her face.

"I don't know." A certain demon replied confidently.

"Drink some water?" Seeing that she seemed thirsty, Huo Huo asked suddenly.

An Mo was caught off guard by such a gentle turn of events. He looked at the other person stupidly for two seconds before asking, "Can I drink water?"

Huo Huo finally showed a smile, both helpless and inconceivable: "You dare to reprimand the Lord—me, what else are you afraid to do?"

Hearing Huo Huo's "Master" change his words abruptly in the middle of speaking, An Mo stood up with a smile and poured a cup of tea, then sat back on the ground and took a sip. After being spat out, he tried to hide it and said, "It's a bit hot...I'll let it cool before drinking."

Huo Huo asked someone to put on cold water directly, and asked casually, "Is it okay to just drink it?" No need to water the soil?

An Mo was startled, thinking that the other party was afraid that the water would be too cold: "It's okay, I just like drinking cold water."

Huo Huo knew that the little demon had misunderstood, but he couldn't ask any further questions, so he asked another question: "Can I drink fruit juice and rum?"

An Mo was a little dazed. She didn't know how a good criticism meeting suddenly turned into a discussion about what she drank.

In fact, what she drank in human form seemed to be sprayed on the stems and leaves. It might be able to absorb [-]% of it, but it was not very useful. In the end, it had to be poured into the soil to absorb it.

As for fruit juice and liqueur, she can't stand pouring them into the soil, but she can bear to drink less at a time. She is greedy, and it's good to have some good drinks if she can't eat delicious food.

"Yes!" She nodded quickly, her eyes shining brightly.

This night, An Mo tasted all the drinks available in the General's Mansion. If Huo Huo hadn't stopped him, she might have asked her to have a good drink of the old wine.

Satisfying his appetite, An Mo said a lot of things happily, and he couldn't remember what he said. In his impression, only Huo Huo's handsome face was staring at him with a smile, and the memory was finally frozen in An Wu holding the flower Basin sent her back to the wing.

On the second day, An Mo collapsed in the flower pot in great glory and was dying, unable to transform into a human form.Overnight, the plump and crystal-clear succulent withered quickly, becoming extremely ugly, even the sunshine was irreversible.

When Huo Huo heard the news from Dark Five, he immediately understood what was going on, and immediately ordered that the little demon was not allowed to drink anything except cold water.

　Thank you to Sundial Mao Laiye, Yi Yan, Jing Yan, Xiao Mangxing, and hope that there will be no time to look back. Thank you.

　　Thank you for making money is king, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)