Chapter 30: He became a sleeping companion?
Tan Tai Lie forgot the bruises on his face and turned eagerly to look at Shan Ying, his tone cold: "When did you run away?"
"About two hours ago." Shanying replied.
Upon hearing this, black lines appeared on Tan Tai Lie's fair face, and a strong black aura emanated from his body.
"Good! Very good!" He clenched his teeth, his face looking ferocious and terrifying.
When he learned that Tang Xiaoyun was imprisoned in the dungeon, he did not release him immediately because he wanted to teach him a lesson.
After all, he is the leader of a religion, so he has a temper.
Originally, he just wanted to let Tang Xiaoyun stay in the dungeon for a few days to vent his anger and then release him personally.
As a result, he was left with this situation.
The little beggar who slept with him last time was not caught yet, and this time Tang Xiaoyun slept with him and ran away. Did he become his sleeping companion?
He was the only overlord of the Demonic Cult, but he didn't take responsibility after being slept with twice. Where was his dignity?
He turned and walked to the table, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush and started painting.
The mountain eagle was confused, but after following up and taking a look, he finally understood.
A portrait of Tang Xiaoyun was painted on the rice paper.
"Master, this is..."
"If a disobedient little mouse sneaks out, I, as its owner, am also responsible. Go and draw a few more pictures based on this portrait. The disobedient little mouse must be caught and disciplined."
Shanying frowned when he heard this. He knew his leader's temperament best, and this was a sign that he would get angry.
"yes!"
Soon, Shanying had a hundred more drawings made according to the portrait, and according to Tan Tai Lie's instructions, he went to several nearby towns to post them for searching.
On the other side, in the remote town of Ning'an at the foot of the Demonic Sect mountain, Tang Xiaoyun had not only been hungry for two days, but was also smelly and dirty.
"Gurgle~~"
"I was so hungry. I was so focused on escaping that I forgot to ask Fat Tiger for money." At this time, he was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back. He sat listlessly on the steps outside a restaurant, rubbing his stomach.
[How about... let's go back? ]
Hearing the system's words, Tang Xiaoyun paused rubbing his stomach and said firmly, "I won't go back even if you kill me."
[Host, think carefully. You've been in the Heavenly Demon Cult for so long. Has the Great Demon ever starved you?]
[I've always been well fed and well fed, but I think you're just throwing away your good life and acting like that.]
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyun's mind flashed through the scenes that happened when he was in the Demon Sect. Thinking carefully, he realized that he had never been hungry when he was in the Demon Sect.
The big devil would often order people to make some delicious food and send it to the other palace. Although he didn't say it, his concern for him was obvious...
【etc! 】
[Am I... defending the big devil now?]
He slapped his face hard, trying to keep his head clear, and said to himself: "Stop, stop, people who rob and prey like that don't deserve sympathy!"
Seeing that he wasn't fooled, the system continued, "Although the Great Demon's method is indeed unacceptable, if you think about it carefully, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Speaking of that incident, Tang Xiaoyun felt not only pain but also pleasure, and even made shameful sounds.
The system sensed his body temperature was gradually rising, and a sly smile appeared on its bear lips. Its voice was gentle but bewitching: [Think carefully, is this comfortable or painful?]
The system seemed to be soothing him gently, but it also seemed to be seducing him secretly, waiting for Tang Xiaoyun to fall into the trap and then immediately taking him back to the Demon Sect.
Tang Xiaoyun's face flushed the color of liver, her body temperature was burning, and she held her face with both hands and murmured, "It's quite comfortable... No, stop framing me!"
He was about to follow the system's instructions and fall into the trap when he suddenly realized it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked tentatively: "System, why do I feel like you are up to something?"
The system pretended to be dumbfounded and said: [Is there?]
"In short, I won't go back even if you kill me!"
When the system heard this, it realized that the deception was not successful.
It silently prayed in its heart: Boss, Boss, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s that the host doesn’t fall for it at all, please don’t take your anger out on me~
After Tang Xiaoyun regained consciousness, he looked down at his clothes. He was still wearing the clothes of the Demonic Cult, which was very conspicuous. He had to find a way to earn some money to change his clothes.
He originally planned to use his old skills to win some money at the gambling house.
But then he thought that there were many people in the gambling house and there might be people from the Tang Sect among them.
I simply gave up the idea.
"I'm so hungry, System. Is there any way to make money quickly so I can fill my stomach?"
[Hmm… Let me think about it…]
"Come on, come on, let me tell your fortune by touching your bones, and you can't ask for money!"
Hearing the voice, Tang Xiaoyun turned his head and saw a simple but eye-catching stall at the corner of the restaurant.
A worn but fairly clean wooden table was covered with a yellowed cloth banner on which were written crookedly the words "Touching bones to tell fortunes, predicting life and death, and measuring good and bad luck."
On both sides of the cloth banner, there is a bamboo pole with a red cloth strip tied on the top fluttering in the wind, as if to attract business.
Behind the stall sat a fortune teller in a black Taoist robe. The robe had been washed until it looked white, and its wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, making him look a bit like an immortal.
He had only seen this kind of scene on TV before, and now seeing it with his own eyes seemed a little unreal.
He was silent for a moment, then asked the system: "System, you said before that you know all the characters in this book, right?"
[Yes, host.]
"Then...if we also come to tell fortunes, can we make money?"
system:……
[It's reasonable to say this is possible, but host, what's the difference between this and cheating people out of money? ]
Tang Xiaoyun rolled his eyes and pouted, "You don't understand. How can we cheat them out of their money? We're pointing them in the right direction! They're lost and confused, and I'm using my abilities to offer some advice and charging a small fee. This is helping them clear the fog and avoid detours. How can that be called cheating?"
The system rolled its eyes speechlessly as it listened to his unreasonable arguments, wondering how it could be bound to such a host without principles and moral bottom line.
Soon, Tang Xiaoyun found a broken wooden table from somewhere, tore off a piece of discarded rag, and imitated the fortune teller to write a few big words on the rag.
I imitated him and shouted: "Come on, come on, let me touch your bones and tell your fortune. You can't ask for money."
The fortune teller was startled when he heard this. He turned around and saw a young boy, his face wrinkled like old tree bark, his eyes gleaming with energy. He waved his hand and said, "Go away, go play somewhere else."
He had seen people stealing his business, but he had never seen anyone as shameless as him. At least he should stay away from him. Who was he trying to annoy by being so blatant?
Tang Xiaoyun not only didn't do that, but he leaned over and said with a sly smile, "Old man, you've been around a lot and have seen a lot, how can you be so stingy?"
Upon hearing this, the old man frowned and snorted coldly, "You little brat, you stole someone else's business and you're calling me stingy? I've traveled all over the country for so many years, and I've never seen someone as unreasonable as you!"
Tang Xiaoyun was not annoyed. He knew best how to deal with such people.
"Everyone does their own business, so how can you say I'm stealing your business? These streets and alleys aren't yours alone. If you're really good at calculations, you wouldn't be afraid of me stealing your business. You're acting like this... maybe you're feeling guilty?"
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