Chapter 155 Soft Pillow
Qingtian Hunting Ground.
Bai Mo and Old Man Bao sat facing each other, with an ordinary table between them.
There were four bronze masks on the table.
"Old Bao, do you see anything?"
"It doesn't look like any trace of black magic." Old Man Bao said confidently. A gentle golden light flashed on his hand. He picked up a mask and examined it carefully.
"The power here is somewhat similar to the magic of the undead and curse, but it is definitely not these two types of magic. It seems to be forged with the help of something else that possesses these two powers."
Old Man Bao spoke softly, even with the mask on his face, but his voice still came out lazily.
"There are also some of these strange antiques in the Pearl Magic Museum. There's nothing much to say about them. They're from over 2,000 years ago. At that time, there wasn't even a trace of the undead system."
"Old Bao, do you know how to appraise treasures?"
"You'll get better if you watch it more. I'm not as good as some professionals, but it's okay to have a general idea."
Bai Mo ignored the old guy's pretentious behavior in front of the juniors, and instead glanced at the four masks.
"So, these are the four collections?!"
There was some regret in his voice.
"I heard from Lingling that the ruins you found are too small, and the ancient Yelang Kingdom was not very powerful in history. Don't hold too high expectations."
Bai Mo nodded in disbelief. He remembered the small stone bead that helped the hollow willow break through, and told Old Man Bao about it.
"Hmm," Old Man Bao groaned, "I guess it might be a powerful plant species, but it's been sealed. The relic might really have something special, but this mask is definitely not made of undead magic."
Bai Mo was not very satisfied with this answer, so he looked at Lingling again.
"Lingling, how long will it take you to finish the translation?"
"If the time is long, it will be longer; if the time is short, it will be shorter."
“…”
Lingling tends to talk nonsense when she is doing something seriously, and Bai Mo thinks it has nothing to do with him.
But I could also tell the general meaning, which was that she didn't know either.
According to Lingling, Leng Qing went to Huashan for meditation, and her earth element stayed at the high level of perfection for a long time.
Mo Fan was accompanying his sister, and Bai Mo and Old Man Bao had nothing to talk about. In addition, Lingling was concentrating on her research, so he felt extremely bored staying at Qingtian Hunter and went back.
The New Year came quickly, and to Bai Mo's surprise, Bai Hanxing really caught up with Gu Changying and brought her back.
The Bai family’s New Year’s Eve dinner was no different from that of other families, and the mages took it lightly.
Many people are even still fighting in the wild, planning where to go on adventures tomorrow, or locking themselves up in their houses for retreat.
"I heard there was a little commotion in Jiangcheng, so you should avoid going there recently."
During the meal, the head of the Bai family said something silently, mainly to Bai Mo.
Zhuang Xingyan basically plays mahjong at home and he doesn't leave the Magic City most of the time. Gu Changying and Bai Hanxing are from the Southern Navy and their schedules are basically fixed.
Only Bai Mo would wander around.
Bai Mo put down his chopsticks, looked up and asked, "What's wrong? What happened in Jiangcheng?"
"Not sure. I heard that several super-class healing mages have already rushed over."
"oh."
Bai Mo looked a little strange. He glanced at the current time and the four unusually obvious numbers at the beginning of the date - 2020.
The look was even stranger.
Hopefully it's not what he thinks.
On the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the dragon raises its head.
Mingzhu Academy has entered a new semester. In Jinyuan Apartment, Bai Mo is cooking.
Today is Mu Nujiao’s birthday.
There were few people at the banquet, except Ai Tutu. Mu Nujiao had been devoted to cultivation, and even Mu Nuxin, who used to be close to the family, had less contact with her because of their different ambitions.
"Hmm! These ribs are delicious. Bai Mo, if you can't be a mage anymore, you can be a cook." Ai Tutu said.
"That's impossible. Even if I don't become a mage, it's still more profitable to be a gigolo than a cook." Bai Mo said, glancing at Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu opposite him.
"Ha!" Both of them saw this look, and Ai Tutu exclaimed, "No way, you want to eat two people's free rice?!"
"Okay, talk less while eating." Mu Nujiao knew that if she didn't stop them, the topic would turn to something that would make her blush, so she immediately picked up a piece of pork ribs to block Ai Tutu's mouth.
"If it tastes good, eat more." After saying that, she gave Bai Mo a sidelong glance.
"Jiaojiao, do you want to have some drink to celebrate?" Bai Mo said with a smile.
“No, I still have to practice in the evening. The main campus assessment is coming soon, and I really want to enter the Three-Step Tower. That Mo Fan is not easy to deal with.” Mu Nujiao shook her head. She didn’t plan to relax just because it was her birthday.
"Me too, me too." Ai Tutu immediately raised his hand, "I want to enter the Three-Step Tower, too."
"Mo Fan, why are you going against him?" Bai Mo was a little puzzled. "He is a natural dual-trainer. He will most likely be the first in the main campus assessment, but the first place can also be in the team."
"You want us to team up with him?"
"No, I mean he's short of money. If he wins first place, you can buy him a teammate and get rewards as a team."
Bai Mo explained.
"Oh, yes." Ai Tutu's eyes widened. He thought this way of getting a quota without much effort was very good, and he immediately checked his own little treasury.
Mu Nujiao had a strange look on her face. She glanced at Bai Mo and said, "You are the only one who has so many clever ideas."
"What do you think?"
"good."
“Is the food delicious?”
"good."
"Save some room for cake later."
"good."
"Let's go out to see a movie tonight."
"Okay?!" Mu Nujiao was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Bai Mo didn't understand, so he took out his phone and started scanning for anything interesting, and asked with concern:
"What do you want to see?"
"Horror movie horror movie!"
"No, I won't go out." Mu Nujiao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but changed her mind after saying it, "Just watch it at home."
"Okay." Bai Mo nodded, but Ai Tutu was a little dissatisfied. He buried his head in Mu Nujiao's chest and made some meaningless coquettish sounds, but Mu Nujiao was unmoved.
She glared at the boy opposite her and told him not to look around.
The aroma of tea was lingering, but gradually disappeared as the temperature passed.
Dean Xiao was studying academic issues in his office when his assistant walked in with a secret letter from the Bocheng military. Far away at Qingtian Hunting House, Lingling was presented with a strange commission.
"Because I now entrust you to protect the student of Mingzhu Academy——Mo Fan."
Lingling picked up the commission, read it carefully again, and ran upstairs to find her grandfather.
The dim setting sun was blocked by thick curtains, the room was dark, and a classic film about the changes of the last century was playing on the projection screen.
The projected light revealed three young men, one of whom had fallen asleep with an empty beer can on his chest, while the other two were still watching a movie, with the coffee table in front of them filled with cold dishes and braised food.
"If you have money, you should eat, drink, gamble and whore, do whatever you want, but never do good things!"
The old man in the video was speaking earnestly, but Bai Mo had no intention of listening. The empty soda bottle in his hand made him a little drunk, probably from Ai Tutu.
So he fell unconsciously on Mu Nujiao's legs.
A faint look fell on her. She wanted to move her legs away, but thinking that it would be very tiring for him to cook at noon, she let him lie down for a while.
Anyway, the movie is almost over, but I still have to ask.
"what you do?"
"I'm a little drunk, lie down for a while."
Bai Mo looked up at the two peaks in front of him, feeling the warmth behind his head, as soft as a goose down pillow. His eyes remained unblinking. Damn it, he couldn't even see his face!
The light voice was a little speechless, "Lie."
"No, I'm really drunk. If you don't believe me, bend over and smell it."
Ignoring this, Mu Nujiao raised her hand and covered his eyes, "Then go to sleep."
With the sound of the movie playing in his ears, or perhaps because his knees were too soft, Bai Mo actually fell asleep before the movie ended.
This made Mu Nujiao, who wanted to wake her up, a little angry. This person was actually asleep, and the timing was such a coincidence.
He picked up the remote control next to him, played the music, and turned down the volume.
He lowered his head and looked at the face carefully.
Her fair face was as smooth as jade and looked even more beautiful than hers.
He raised his hand and couldn't help but pulled it, then he put his other hand on it, pulled it again, and then pinched it.
This guy, it’s obviously his birthday, but he is the one who is taking advantage.
Mu Nujiao put down her hand, took off the hairband she had tied up, and let her hair fall loose. She grabbed the hair of the person in front of her and tied it up.
It's a bit asymmetrical, so I took the hair ring from Tutu's hand.
Nodding, looking at the work in front of her, Mu Nujiao picked up her phone with satisfaction.
(End of this chapter)
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