Have a good night's sleep.

When Ban Shu opened her eyes, Mo Dan had his palm pressing on the back of her neck, his elbows resting on the table, and his clear and charming eyes closed, as if he was fast asleep.

She stared at his face for a moment.

He curled his lower lip subtly.

She took off her veil and looked at the talisman on her face in the bronze mirror, feeling puzzled.

This dog is supported.

"...How pathetic." She muttered softly.

The voice is extremely light and soft, like the soft Wu dialect of people living by the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River in early March.

So charming that it gives people goosebumps.

Mo Dan's fingertips tightened slightly.

Pan Shu stared at the yellow talisman paper on her forehead, puffed up her cheeks and blew air in an attempt to blow it away.

In the silent room, Mo Dan's breathing was very light, and only her childish "huh...huh..." blowing sound could be heard.

It makes people feel that they are easy to bully.

After all, he really looks like a fool.

Or the kind that is very easy to deceive.

He curled his lips maliciously.

After half a minute, Pan Shu rubbed her sore cheeks in frustration. The talisman paper was pasted right in the middle of her forehead. Although it was not too long or too big, Pan Shu inexplicably felt that she looked like a zombie.

good.

I hate Fu Ce even more!

After secretly cursing Fu Ce for a long time, Pan Shu turned around and met Mo Dan's meaningful eyes. She paused.

A strange, incredibly beautiful face suddenly entered Mo Dan's sight. His dark eyes narrowed tightly. She had been wearing a veil, which must have been an illusion cast by Fu Ce, so Mo Dan could not see her true face.

This is the first time I meet her.

Or rather.

Look at her carefully.

She is extremely beautiful.

But Mo Dan is not a person who judges people by appearance. Although he was stunned by Ban Shu and was speechless, he quickly adjusted his mood and there was no more ripple in his heart.

He feigned ignorance, "Miss Bai...what's that on your face?"

Pan Shu bared her sharp white teeth, with a forced smile, "It's for warding off evil spirits."

"……oh."

He added slowly, "This evil-repelling item is quite unique."

"Yeah, I think so too."

“…”

Mo Dan was speechless.

Speechless.

"Why are you still following me?" Pan Shu washed up and put on her veil again. "Aren't you going to be a gigolo?"

There was no intention of keeping him.

Mo Dan touched his face.

Although this face is disguised, it is at least 70% similar to his original appearance... Why is this nine-tailed fox indifferent?

"Hmm..." He paused, "Miss Bai seems to be very wealthy."

"It's okay, I have a little money." Pan Shu glanced at him warily, "Why, you want to rob me? I tell you, don't even think about it!"

“…”

Mo Dan wanted to turn his back on him and walk away!

As a dignified Demon Lord, would he care about these trivial gold and silver things in the mortal world?!

Why does this nine-tailed fox love money so much?

He had a cold face and said nothing.

But the corner of his eye kept falling on Panshu.

Seeing her going downstairs to check out, Mo Dan pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and slowly walked down the stairs.

He had been fasting since he started practicing magic, and he didn't know what hunger felt like, but this body was still that of a mortal with his demonic energy suppressed.

Otherwise it will attract the exorcist.

Mo Dan was not afraid of those exorcists, he just felt it was troublesome and would expose his identity.

But he forgot that mortal bodies can feel hungry and cold.

After leaving the inn, Pan Shu looked at the fragrant meat bun shop not far away and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

How could this nine-tailed fox still be so greedy? Mo Dan wondered.

The words fell.

His stomach growled.

"?" Pan Shu glanced at him.

"Gurgle." My stomach growled again.

Pan Shu was almost laughing to death, her shoulders shrugged, and it was so hard to hold back her laughter.

Mo Dan felt that being ridiculed by this nine-tailed fox was a hundred times more humiliating than being trampled and humiliated by others when he was a child!

There are many treasures in his spiritual ring. Not to mention a few meat buns, he can even buy the whole street! But the problem is, in front of Pan Shu, he is just a poor scholar!

What does it mean to shoot oneself in the foot?

Mo Dan can be said to have experienced this firsthand!

But he is used to showing weakness.

Another fatal blow.

"Miss Bai..." He looked embarrassed.

Pan Shu laughed enough, and her expression gradually softened. "You, you, if you're hungry, just tell me. How can I not give you food?"

She gently pulled his sleeve and led him to the meat bun shop, "Boss, I want three meat buns."

"Okay." The meat bun shop owner quickly picked out three fragrant meat buns from the basket. The buns had thin skin and rich fillings, and they were sizzling with oil. Just looking at them made people drool.

Pan Shu took out a small piece of silver and tossed it to the boss, "No need for change."

Mo Dan hadn't come back to his senses yet.

She stuffed the paper bag into his arms.

"Eat it."

"You don't want to eat?"

Pan Shu paused, "I drink the nectar."

Spoiled.

Mo Dan sneered.

She opened the paper bag and walked to the less crowded Qing Street. She took out the meat buns, put them in Mo Dan's hands, and watched him eat with a smile on her face.

He eats in a very elegant and graceful manner.

Slowly.

Those beautiful, slender fingers seemed to be holding something extremely precious.

Very pleasing to the eye.

"Give me a bite." Ban Shu's appetite was aroused by his eating. She grabbed a small piece of white dough and put it in her mouth, chewing it carefully.

Mo Dan was stunned.

Under normal circumstances, he might have thrown it away.

After all, he really wouldn't touch anything that others had touched.

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