Chapter 305 Missing 4

   "Now that the master is not here, as the young master, I should take on a heavy responsibility. Before that, I hope that Gu Qingmo and Gu Feng master can become the elder Keqing of my Misty Asgard!"

  Gu Qingmo was just here to join in the fun, but he didn't expect to join himself in again.

   Just like before, she just overheard Mo Chuli talking to Mumu, only to hear that Mo Chuli likes her.

  Why does she get involved no matter where she is?

   And, every time is outrageous.

  Yan went around this decision, which shocked everyone, but no one questioned it, except Gu Qingmo.

   "Master Yan, this is against the rules."

  Gu Qingmo didn't want to find trouble for himself. If he chose an unwarranted position, he would cause trouble.

"Rules are dead, people are alive, special circumstances, special treatment, I implore Senior Gu to take up the post of guest minister of the misty fairy palace!" Yan Laorouo is determined to let Gu Qingmo be the elder guest minister, this domineering appearance It is almost the same as Helian Yuori carved out of a mold.

  Gu Qingmo was silent for a moment, seeing everyone staring at her, a little hope appeared in his dim eyes.

"……it is good."

   Hearing Gu Qingmo's answer, Yan Ruorao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and solemnly bowed to Gu Qingmo as a disciple.

   It stands to reason that the young master does not need to make full salutes to anyone other than the master, but Yan Raorao did just that.

   Although Gu Qingmo is only the elder Keqing of Misty Asgard, he is also one of the peak masters of Wanjianzong. She can afford this gift.

   When the other disciples saw this, they also saluted Gu Qingmo, "Disciple, I have seen Elder Gu—"

  Although the scene is not so grand and spectacular, it can even be said to be embarrassed, but there is a special momentum for no reason, like a spark of fire falling into the hay, and the momentum of a prairie rising to the sky.

   Mo Chuli's eyelids jumped, imagining Gu Qingmo being surrounded by a group of women, calling him an elder.

   Just thinking about it makes my skin get goosebumps.

  Mo Chuli couldn't help leaning on Gu Qingmo's side, this is obviously his master, why are there always so many people wanting to grab it.

  Gu Qingmo saw Mo Chuli leaning over, so he stretched out his hand to hold him.

  Mo Chuli did not expect that Gu Qingmo would suddenly hold him and looked down, only to find that the man half a head shorter than him didn't look at him at all.

   pouted, a little dissatisfied.

  Gu Qingmo responded with a few words at will, fearing that Yan Luorou would do something else, he quickly dragged Mo Chuli away.

  Gu Qingmo walked a little hurriedly. When he stopped, Mo Chuli directly bumped into her and hugged her from behind.

   "Master, this disciple is itchy." Mo Chuli buried his head in Gu Qingmo's neck, the scent of tea and wine lingering on the tip of his nose.

   "What can I do if your heart is itching?" Gu Qingmo has no idea of ​​flirting now, she prefers to eat meat, "Also, I want to try that..."

In the past two days, they have eaten a lot of roasted birds, and they are of various varieties, not to mention why there are so many kinds of birds in Misty Asgard, the one that just flew over their heads. never seen.

  Mo Chuli had no choice but to go and catch birds.

  I don't know why, but Gu Qingmo seems to be very enthusiastic about eating recently. Although he would eat a little with him before, he was not keen.

   The bird that flew over in the sky was not particularly big, but just by looking at its belly, I knew it was a fat bird.

  Gu Qingmo first went to the place where the birds were roasted and waited, which almost became their secret space.

  No one bothers you, and no one will come up without your eyesight, and the barbecue is also very convenient.

  Gu Qingmo sat by the spring for a while before deciding to drink tea instead of drinking.

   When Mo Chuli came back with the bird, he saw Gu Qingmo making tea and didn't think about it.

  Although he has been drinking recently, but Gu Qingmo himself is a tea-loving person, so it is not surprising that he suddenly does not want to drink.

   "Master, what flavor do you want to eat?" Mo Chuli gestured at the fat bird with the short sword of his life.

  Gu Qingmo stared at the teapot with white smoke without moving his eyelids, "As you like."

   "Okay." Mo Chuli used a little bit of caution when roasting the birds in the past two days, so that he could observe Gu Qingmo's taste.

   As a result, he found that Gu Qingmo seemed to have a soft spot for acid.

   But not the sour taste of vinegar, but fruity, such as not fully ripe oranges or grapes, that kind of sour taste, mixed with barbecue just to relieve tiredness.

  Mo Chuli now has not many sour oranges left in his hands, so he probably will be gone after this meal.

   "Master, these sour oranges are the last few, and they will be gone today." Mo Chuli said to Gu Qingmo, wanting to see her reaction.

  Gu Qingmo tilted his head to look at a few green-skinned oranges floating on the water, thinking seriously, "Chuli, we should leave after eating."

   Mochulipa had no choice but to leave quickly. A group of female nuns were eyeing them, and he was also very panicked.

   "Okay, where is Master going next?"

   It seems that it is not easy to get oranges and grapes now, the seasons are not right, and it should be difficult to find such sour fruits that can squeeze juice.

  Gu Qingmo had already made arrangements for these, "Go to the front line."

   Mo Chuli's expression changed. If possible, he didn't want Gu Qingmo to go to such a dangerous place.

   However, Gu Qingmo's shoulders bear responsibility, so if it can only be an if.

   "Master is finally ready to take action?"

   "Almost," Gu Qingmo stroked the edge of the cup with his fingertips, "I'm thinking about how to save more people?"

  Mo Chuli didn't notice what was wrong with this sentence at all, and smiled, "As long as the master thinks, it's fine. Besides, isn't victory the way to save everyone?"

   "Victory?" Gu Qingmo pursed his lips slightly, suppressed the bad premonition, and smiled, "Yeah, as long as you win."

  When Mo Chuli turned his head, he happened to see Gu Qingmo's smiling face, a delicate and gentle smile.

   "Master..."

"Um?"

  Gu Qingmo watched Mo Chuli holding a bird in his hand, walking towards her slowly, his cocooned big hand caressed her face and rubbed it carefully.

"What's wrong?"

  Gu Qingmo swept the clean meat, she was hooked by the sour oranges.

   "Master, can I kiss you?" Mo Chuli's dark eyes were deep and affectionate, as if it could make people drown.

  Gu Qingmo opened his mouth and pushed his face away, "Not now."

  Mo Chuli clicked his tongue, "I can't do it now, then can I do it later?"

"see your performance."

  …

When   Yan went around to look for Gu Qingmo again, he only found a pile of fires with the bars extinguished, and a note.

  Yan around:  …

   ran away so quickly?

   Not really, really not.

   Today's weather - super windy

   Today's clothing - suits, still thin

   Today's hair accessories - finely chopped ball head

   Today's summary - today's wind is very noisy, the hair is messy, and people are stiff

  

  

   (end of this chapter)