The forest of the Devil Realm is like a maze, with its low branches dangling from its roots, like vines, jumping out of the window, and entering the maze.

The scholar flew forward holding the spoon, using the wind as a sword, wherever the wind circle touched, it was turned into smoke. The spoon felt dizzy, and the hands holding the umbrella were trembling, holding up desperately, shaking more and more frequently, the scholar hugged her tightly and whispered, "Go out soon, give me the umbrella."

Spoon gritted his teeth and said, "It's all right!"

The scholar did not expect that the demon king would trap the spoon in the place full of charm trees. No wonder the spoon's breath has been lingering everywhere. The house was a protective cover, which was okay inside. When it was outside, it was a terrible thing, not to mention a spoon with no magic power.

With umbrella support, no one can detect what is wrong with them. The scholar was quicker. When he got out of the woods, it was the junction with the human world. He took a step and looked at the spoon. He was unconscious, but his hands were still raised. Leaned down and lowered her, took the umbrella, and carried her back to the inn.

Seeing a familiar town, he even developed a sense of intimacy. Back at the inn, carefully put the spoon on the bed and cover her with a quilt: "Sleeping is all right."

Looking at the spoon in the dream, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and I didn't know what nightmares he was doing. The scholar looked for a while, got up and prepared to go downstairs to boil water, and washed the tea with a spoon. Passing by the table, I saw a letter on it. The handwriting was very jerky and was written by a spoon. Looking at the letter, I was taken aback by the opening "Farewell Letter". Looking down, the idea is that I'm about to be caught by people in the Demon Realm to boil soup. Don't be lazy, the shopkeeper, open the door to welcome guests, and recruit a good second. After looking at the two pages, I didn't see the spoon telling him to take care of himself, and finally saw the word "care", and when he looked down, it was to make him take care of the rhubarb! Don't forget to feed!

This kind of awkwardness in my heart ... The scholar sat back to the edge of the bed and continued to read the letter. Then he said that even if he is a master, don't bully the demons in the backyard and live together peacefully. There are daily watering and fertilizing, regular soil loosening and so on.

The scholar sighed, he clearly needs someone to take care of him, so why not tell him to tell him. After reading another page, there was only the last piece of thin paper in the hand, and a few crooked words on it caught my eyes, and my heart fluttered, fluttered ...

"Stupid student, the inn will be guarded by you."

He kept silent for a long time, and the spoon kept saying that he was not allowed to sell the inn, so he had to take care of the inn. But before he felt that he was going to die, he gave him the most precious things. She trusted herself and finally trusted him. I stared at the sleeping spoon for a long time, my heart trembled slightly, and I leaned over and printed a mark on her lips, gently, almost a dragonfly drenched in water, that is, touched and left, without even feeling the enthusiasm on the lips, and dared not continue Afraid to wake her up.

I don't know the spoon at all, the dream is still being chased by a monster holding a mace, saving his life ... to be eaten ...

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The next day, Mimei, who had slept in the sun three times, turned over, her nose moved, and the odor on the quilt didn't seem to be hers. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw that the quilt was dim in color, which did not match the style of her room at all, and concluded that this was not her room.

She got up and looked at it, oh ... it was a scholar. Touch the body, the clothes are still there. Go down to the ground and stretch out. Squatting down and squinting down, through the wide wooden board, I saw that the scholar was tapping the abacus at the cashbox, and couldn't help smiling, very good, and would open the door to do business without her supervision.

Suddenly, he felt like he had forgotten something very important. Think about it, slap your head, it's over, they are still trapped in the soil by the fat gourd! Although the spirit ball will automatically break after five days, but hasn't it passed five days?

When the spoon stepped up the window sill, it suddenly felt like I had just left the magic cave and had to jump into the wolf's den. One step forward, only to be beaten into a second snake disease by their group. But when people were in the air, they saw the flowers blooming in the backyard, and they were lively like streets, where there were signs of being sealed. Suddenly, did the scholar release them? Yes, otherwise, how could the scholar suddenly rush to the devil to rescue her.

At the sight of the spoons, the demons had strange eyes. It was completely different from spoon thinking. She pinched herself and touched her face, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Brother Bai Shu glanced at her so many times, he didn't say a word, and touched his jaw.

With a spoon on his face, he looked at everyone else. Immediately covered his face with a black line and fisted: "What the **** is this reaction! If you want to slap me, let me go! Come on!"

Climbing and raising his hand, he said loudly: "Last night we knew that the boss was back and wanted to climb the window to visit, but saw that the scholar stole you."

Spoon: "..."

Xin Niang patted his head and said carefully: "Congratulations, you are about to fall into the boss's claw."

Everyone patted him "take care", "cherish", and "a good demon after eighteen years." Spoon blushed: "How could I not know at all, nonsense!"

Anyway, she turned and left, her face turned red and rouge, and wiped her mouth as she walked, muttering that it was impossible, she really didn't notice it.

When I reached the front hall, I saw the scholar, and the spoon immediately hid behind him. The scholar met her and laughed, "Awake?"

"Well."

The spoon looked at him and shook his head. Seeing her strange look, the scholar asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Although she said nothing, when the scholar turned her back, she could clearly feel the two burning eyes. The heart that couldn't stand the waves immediately jumped up again. Could it be that his hero successfully saved the beauty yesterday, then the spoon finally fell in love with himself? Is it possible to go further!

The spoon couldn't help it. Seeing that the inn was empty, he reached out and poked at his spine. Frowning at him, staring at the scholar is extremely uncomfortable. Is this the rhythm of confession? come on! He would immediately nod and go hand in hand with a spoon ... wait, why can't I see love at all!

"Stupid student ... did you ... kiss me last night?"

"..."

The scholar gave a meal and turned his back. Spoon stared at him: "Treasurer! To be honest!"

"Ah ... just hold on ..."

Spoon covered his mouth, he actually kissed him! The next dish said that the first kiss in the girl's life was very important, but she was taken away unconsciously! Not happy She immediately stepped on him: "Oh! Sextudent!"

The student secretly exclaimed, turning back, "Spoon ..."

But the spoon had run away in anger. He sighed, and he really shouldn't have done this kind of thing. He really didn't hold back at that time ... When I saw Uncle Mi next door, he changed his face immediately and smiled, "Why did the rice shopkeeper come, come in and have a cup of tea . "

Uncle Mi waved his hands, and touched the rhubarb crouching at the door and said, "How did you cut that Xinyi tree? It's a pity that it has grown for so many years."

The student blinked, thinking that it should be noticed by the neighbors when the demon was trapped in the goal two days ago, and he was suddenly surprised: "Isn't Xin Yi staying there well?"

Uncle Mi blinked, "Impossible!"

"It's really there. Don't believe it."

"Huh? Huh!" Uncle Mi scratched his head. "Is it really wrong?" At the end, he said, "If you don't cut it, it's all old neighborhoods. See it."

The scholar smiled and nodded: "I will not disobey the instructions of the old shopkeeper."

After Uncle Mi left, he folded his hands into his sleeves, looked at the shabby doorposts, smiled, and wanted to guard the inn, not only the demon in the backyard, but also his neighbors.

While sleeping at night, as soon as the spoon got into the soil, Cuckoo asked, "Boss, isn't the Devil Realm coming to fight your idea? Nothing happened today."

The spoon paused, moved a comfortable position, and stretched out the flower branch: "I don't know, maybe, the scholar is terrible."

The fat gourd swayed on the shelf: "Then you dare to step on him."

"... No peeping next time! Peeping stepping flat again!"

Brother Baishu muttered, "You haven't been trampled by a scholar ..."

After waiting for Xin Niang to lift her feet, the spoon has already popped out, and a scudding leg "Ahhhhhhhhhh ~". Everyone looked up to pay attention to the cypress brother who flew to the distance ... hero, goodbye!

The morning sun was rising, and the dew condensed on the leaves, rolling down, it was another good morning.

The spoon yawned and stepped out of the flower bed, refreshing. When I went to the front hall to set up the stool, I saw the scholar standing not far and not far away. She looked at him and said, "The shopkeeper is early."

The scholar paused, stepped forward, looked at the spoon and said, "I won't do anything that makes you unhappy in the future."

The spoon was foggy, and finally stared at him: "Stupid student, what did you do that made me unhappy?"

Looking at her face with heavy fog, the scholar secretly wiped away tears. He forgot that the spoon was simply a tendon, and that tendon didn't have a half inch of love. Even when he took a bath, and she took a look at each other, he was not shocked. He also felt that stealing a spoon was a crime, in fact, she did not have this concept, but felt that "it is not fair and right to kiss her without her consent."

Spoon saw that he changed his face seven or eight in an instant, pulled his sleeves and asked, "Will those in the demon world never come again?"

The student answered with grief, "I will definitely come again."

Spoon's small heart throbbed: "So what do we do? Wait for death?"

"Wait, but not wait for death, but wait for them to come."

The spoon was in tears, what a difference!

The scholar smiled, "Relax, there is me."

Spoon looked up at him slightly, still calm and calm, as if he was not afraid of the sky. The scholar thought about it. If there is no concept of inferiority between men and women in the concept of a spoon ... the expression suddenly relaxed and leaned over to her, "Spoon, shall we sleep together tonight?"

"..."

Is he ... itchy?