Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 224 My Lord General, I'm a Dramatist! (eleven)

Chapter 245 Huo Xi

The battle on the front line was urgent, and 15 troops set off overnight. The cat stayed in the carriage where the tents, food and grass were placed. Huo Huo didn't want to put the two monsters together. To be precise, he likes to play tricks under his nose, so he found a net pocket Hang the flower pot on his horse.

The mountains are high and the water is long and the road is long. An Mo was hung on the horse and bumped all night. She was so bad that she wanted to be lazy and sleep. Irrigated by the sweet stream water, I recovered some spirits.

She was shaking dishonestly in the flower pot, silently expressing her dissatisfaction, Huo Huo tapped her finger on the top of the plant with great interest, thinking it was a pat on the head to appease her.

"Be honest, it's not hard to travel." He looked at the small play in the flower pot, imagined the little monster's angry look in his mind, and curled his lips.

On the other side, the soldier escorting the food and grass drank a large mouthful of water, swallowed the dry food in his mouth, and arched the person next to him with his body: "Hey, look at the general, why are you laughing at the potted flowers?"

The man gave him a nonchalant glance: "What do you know, it's a tribute from the emperor, that flower pot alone is worth thousands of gold, not to mention that little plant inside..."

"Meow——" the cat in the cage in the car meowed, and the two of them looked back subconsciously. Then their pupils gradually became blurred and they were speechless.

The little showman in the flower pot by the stream shook violently, and the flower pot trembled. Huo Huo couldn't feel the fluctuation of the demon power, and thought that the brave little demon was playing with his temper, so he patted her " Head" ignored it, and told everyone to continue on their way.

The army of 15 marched at such a speed for three days, and finally passed the first city, carried out large-scale supplies, and camped in the suburbs to rectify and rest for a night.

That night, An Mo finally had the chance to transform back into his human form. He hugged the flowerpot tightly and huddled in the corner, as if he was afraid that Huo Huo would be frightened and throw him out.

Huo Huo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you doing, come here, can I still eat you?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" An Mo widened his grape eyes, and blinked twice vigorously: "I'm a showman!"

"Who is afraid of who now?" Huo Huo is not a frivolous person. He didn't touch An Mo who had turned into a girl, and went directly to grab the flower pot: "What is a spirit? Isn't it a demon?"

A certain showman whose flower pot was robbed was very insecure. He approached Huo Huo pitifully for a few steps, and said: "A spirit has to practice for a hundred years before becoming a demon, and there is no magic. It can change into a human shape at most, and it can't exceed twelve in a day." an hour."

The ground of the tent was not paved with sand, gravel, and gravel. Huo Huo noticed An Mo's bare feet and put aside his doubts: "Where are the shoes?"

"I asked that guard to bring it. You haven't given it to me..." An Mo preoccupied, looking aggrieved by being questioned.

"Go and sit on the couch." Huo Huo frowned, his subordinates had never made such a low-level mistake.He overlooked one point. The secret guards had never neglected intelligence, but it was understandable to forget the unprecedented task of taking care of people's shoes.

I am afraid that there is no second master in this world who will let his elite hidden guards take care of the maid's shoes.

"There's something wrong with that cat, she's a monster." An Mo sat on the couch obediently, shaking his feet back and forth to shake off some sand: "Huo Huo, believe me."

The long-lost "Huo Huo" made Huo Huo's heart tremble. It seemed that he was more serious than before, but his voice seemed softer. It may be because of the hard work of the past few days, and his confidence is not so strong... …

"... Huo Huo? Huo Huo!" An Mo spoke for a long time before realizing that General Huo was wandering in his mind. He sighed in his heart that it was so strange, and shouted the other party's name in dissatisfaction.

"Well, I'm listening, and I know she's a demon." Huo Huo replied calmly, never mentioning that the other party was distracted by himself.

An Mo's eyelids drooped, only for a moment, then he immediately raised his eyes to look at the other party, and continued nonchalantly: "I felt the wave of demon power on the way here, and she cast a spell."

Huo Huo answered her: I know she is a demon, and he didn't say "I believe in you", or how he knew it, and he didn't say that the cat demon healed his hidden wounds.

His goodwill and trust in her was far lower than it seemed on the surface.

"I'll pay attention." Huo Huo replied after a moment of pondering. He obviously didn't want to talk about the cat demon, so the topic turned back to An Mo: "Tell me about you."

An Mo showed his passivity perfectly. First, he explained clearly the reason why he took the initiative to reveal his identity: it was because he was reluctant to let you follow him. Rather than having his identity exposed in an accident, it is better to explain clearly at the beginning: "Even if you die I can also die in the general's mansion that I am familiar with."

Huo Huo shook his head helplessly, could it be that he was so bloodthirsty in the eyes of the little demon, no, the little showman?

Then An Mo took the initiative to explain her abilities and background completely. She was just a young plant with no threat. She was worse than ordinary people. At least she was not restricted by flower pots.

"From now on, you can only stay in the flower pot. I don't know how long this battle will take. Are you still willing to go with me?" Huo Huo asked inexplicably.

An Mo nodded like a pounding garlic: "I only need to drink a little water, it's easy to raise, don't drive me away."

After speaking, I felt that my tone was soft like a baby, and I added arrogantly: "It's fine if you don't want me to go back with that cat."

The more people like Huo Huo knew, the more suspicious they became. An Mo only clearly expressed his hostility towards cats, but he couldn't take the initiative to explain the reason.

Huo Huo did not continue the topic, raised his eyebrows and said, "I seem to have gained weight in the past few days, and my face has become rounder."

There was no mirror in the camp, and An Mo didn't know whether the other party was teasing him or telling the truth, but he didn't feel much change when he touched it with his hands, so he asked suspiciously: "Is there? Did you water me too much? "

Huo Huo listened with a smile, and changed the subject again: "What's your name after all? Uh... harming the girl?"

An Mo suddenly remembered that the Zombie King named himself Luo Siji, and asked Huo Huo unwillingly: "I don't have a name, can you give me one?"

Although the system said that it had put Li Yuan's soul back to the original world, she still had a chance to get away with it. She didn't want to make the task easier, but just wanted to get back the feelings that were deprived of her. After all, the love in the memory is so Thick, so deep...

"Your body is called Xi. If you want to take my surname, you can call it Huo Xi." Huo Huo seemed to give the answer after thinking for a while, and looked at An Mo with a smile.

An Mo's heart turned cold, and he was a little disappointed.

She also smiled and said, "Okay, my name is Huo Xi."

　Thanks to Sundial Maolaiye, Pingyan, Xiaomanxing, May Time Never Look Back, L Qifeng, sunshine Kui, thank you.

　　Thanks for the reward of Dream Die Shang, thank you.

　　
　
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