Chapter 53: The inn quietly drilled into the phantom

The backyard demon bathed in the morning sun and drank the morning dew. It was extremely pleasant to enjoy this sweetness. Suddenly, I saw a spoon jumping in with a gong and drum, but before it stopped, I raised the gong mallet, and the sound of the roar of the sky rang through the backyard .
The demons covered their ears and roared: "Boss, what are you doing! The broad daylight is harassing the people and sending them to the government!"
The spoon lifted the gong mallet and fangs: "After half an hour, let's have a meal together."
"and then?"
Spoon Fog: "Nothing."
"... Boss! Song Shenyi, who turned right out, is good!"
"Isn't it really making fun of us to get up for a meal like this?"
"Frightened. I thought there was a fire, and the dew was shaking off."
Watching them sorrowful, slaps and bustle, Spoon with hands on hips: "Remember to be on time, the first hall party!"
Du Juan frowned, "Qiantang? Isn't the inn open today?"
Spoon shook his head: "A day off."
One day ... more than one day ...
The demons paused, watching Spoon quickly turn away from their backs, thinking thoughtfully.
The spoon penetrated into the kitchen and leaned on the doorpost. She was afraid that she would burst into tears with a smile.
Raised his hands and wiped his tears, seeing the long fingernails, turned to get the small scissors, ran to the Qing Emperor who was on fire, and pulled his clothes: "Treasurer."
The Qing Emperor looked at her, handed a delicate pair of scissors to her face, and said, "The nails are long."
When the monk Yu appeared with worries, the roof of the inn was melted with cinnabar painting.
Spoon reached out and touched her nails. At that time, the scholar said that he would cut her nails later.
But later, the spoon disliked that he had repaired it too seriously, and it was too hard for him to move his fingers stiff and refused to let him touch him.
But now think about it, people who like to do their own manicure are not beautiful. After more than twenty days, no one will do it.
Qingdi's eyes moved slightly and he took it. Spoon moved a small stool and sat in front of him: "Let's have dinner in half an hour."
"Ok."
Spoon supported one knee and one hand stretched out, watching him cut off the white little by little, and he was sour again: "Stupid student, I'm not sure ... I'm not sure I can get you back. If you lose it, you are really so separated. "
The Qing Emperor gestured slightly, and he was not worried about what the spoon said.
Just because God is indifferent to others, it's harder than ordinary people to be attentive.
He could even imagine that spoon came over to find himself, and he took her out before he reached the gate.
"I will be ready." For example, tell everyone you know to stop him from flying a spoon, and every pillar in the hall writes "you like a spoon". "This peony flower is very good for you." Important ".
Or ... he looked at the spoon, his eyes soft, "Why don't you wash it for nothing in Tianchi, I'll pass by again."
"..." The spoon was so pale, "The color scholar, so you fancy me decisively because I peeked at me to take a bath?"
The emperor laughed aloud, and continued manicure. Then she heard her say, "Then, then find a chance."
After that, the nasal cavity of both of them was silently heated. The eyes were opposite, reflecting each other's figure, and laughing slyly.
The spoon probe kissed him: "I seem to have the confidence to get you back again."
Qingdi touched her head: "Don't worry too much, just be alive."
The spoon nodded, as long as it was alive, knowing that the scholar had been somewhere in the Six Realms.
After half an hour, the demon groups sat around the large table in the front hall and looked at the dishes at the table. Although the spoon talked and laughed, why do I always feel the atmosphere ... very depressing.
The fat gourd was holding a position beside it, moved it to the left, and the spoon saw it stopped: "This is the position of the goddess, you be careful she shoots you hum."
"Well, am I such a stingy person?"
Spoon hurried to the scholar, away from the son-in-law and mother-in-law, away from the goddess of gambling and love, Enron's life!
The son-in-law sat down, still smiling, kind, sweet, kind, and dear. The spoon approached the emperor silently and tried to swallow: "Big money brother must win a lot of money for the goddess."
The Qing Emperor calmly took the right pair of chopsticks and gave her: "If you don't have that gambling life, you still have to gamble. Find it yourself."
Spoon Xin nodded in agreement: "Well, maybe this is the legendary abuse is healthier."
The son-in-law obliquely talks to the two of them, and hey, when she is deaf, anyway, she will say bad things behind her.
Spoon narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why don't you just move the chopsticks and eat it?"
Xin Niang couldn't help but stared at her and asked, "Boss, are you hiding something from us?"
Brother Bai Shu nodded: "Don't say innocently that you don't, we will despise you."
Spoon smiled: "I didn't want to hide it, just ... Well, I plan to go home with the scholar for a while, and the inn will leave it to you to take care of it."
Everyone had a meal, although it had been expected that this was inevitable, but they could not bear it when they really had to leave.
How great is a mighty spoon.
After a while, Xin Niang waved her hand: "What are you doing? This is, the boss will return to his mother sooner or later. Here, who cares more about the inn than the boss. Definitely not leave us alone."
The complexion's complexion calmed down, and they nourished their food.
Spoon glanced at the scholar and saw that his expression was full of understanding and thoughtfulness.
The son-in-law looked at the two of you in public, and you and me show you love. It's ... disgusting ... Don't stimulate her as a single person anymore. He coughed twice: "After you leave, I can take over as the shopkeeper."
The spoon simmered, what? The goddess sits at Tongfu Inn? !! The Inn has a seven-point chance of winning and won't be burned! The bowl in my hand almost didn't hold it, and tears filled her eyes, sobbing, "Goddess ... Goddess!"
"Oh. Someone wants to pay."
Tears swallowed back immediately, and the whole thing moved moved into a cloud.
The money tree bit the chicken leg and said, "She will lose every gamble. She doesn't have the ability to guard the inn at a glance. It's better to give me silver and hum."
The spoon was a little closer to the emperor. She still understood the fire at the gate and the truth of the pond fish. Watching her son-in-law's eyebrows jump again and again, she knew that she must have lost more by playing dice, five wooden signs, nines ...
After eating, except for the Qingdi who has not been dipping, others have already drank a few large glasses. Every cup of the spoon was drunk, and the most expensive wine in the inn was taken out. Silently worried about what to do if even the son-in-law did not protect the inn.
The wine tasted sweet and mellow. After a while, the belly crackled and boiled.
The spoon hit a wine goblet, and his head was quite awake. He just felt his mouth full of wine before blowing his mouth and said, "Is it enough to eat and drink?"
Everyone answered, silently waiting for the spoon to say the following.
The spoon rose and pulled the emperor: "Then let's go."
Climbing just sat aside and pulled her hand: "Boss, you can go for ten days and a half months, remember to come back."
Spoon tooth decay: "That's certain."
Climbing again looked at the Qing Emperor: "Master Owner, you have to come back."
Qingdi paused for a moment and laughed, "Well, sooner or later."
Will come back but don't know when.
"Take care of the boss."
"Boss is going to have fun, come back early."
"We will be optimistic about the inn."
The spoon sucked his nose, and he was already drunk, and came forward and patted the son-in-law's shoulder. The son-in-law immediately threw her an eye-knife, but saw her say sillyly, "Then they will ask you, son-in-law."
Nuwa and Ai nodded kindly: "No problem."
"..."
The spoon pricked up her ears, why did she hear the sound of chilling air. Nevermind. The body crooked into the arms of the Qing Emperor and raised his hand: "Go ~"
The Qing emperor took the spoon and nodded to the petrochemical crowd: "We are gone."
Xin Niang's legs softly stretched out her hand: "Treasurer, take me away ..."
"Woohoo, boss don't leave us."
"Goddess, this is my three-year salary, and you smile."
"The bosses are all clouds, the goddess is the king. I will look forward to your horse in the future."
"Brother Cypress you use idioms."
"!"
Outside the inn, Qinglong was already waiting there. Hovering in the air, seeing them come out and stretched. The emperor jumped up holding the spoon.
The cold wind blew, and the spoon opened his eyes slightly to see the roar and roar on the roof of the inn, and suddenly remembered that it was only a few months.
"Stupid student, we will be back in a month, right?"
The Qing Emperor shoved her tighter: "Hmm."
The spoon nested in his arms, yawned, and became sleepy. The cold heavenly nest is in the warmth of arms, and cannot be more comfortable: "Above the clouds ... I haven't been to it yet ... I have forgotten everything before, is there fun?
Qingdi smiled lightly: "It doesn't feel too long to live there, but there is a guide to playing Nine Dragons. You can go wherever you want."
"Hey, I feel like a sugar daddy."
The Qing Emperor laughed aloud, listening to this murmur, clearly began to talk about dreams. Raised his hand and tied the hood, blocking out the cold wind outside, and finally said, "Let's go."
With a long whistle, Qinglong threw himself toward the sky.
The cyan shadow has not completely disappeared, and the inn slowly drilled a touch of colored phantom, like the peacock on the screen, it followed quietly ...