When Xu Milu jumped out of the small courtyard window, Mo Xuan was sitting on a stool eating grapes.
Yes, under Xu Milu's influence, this dragon has become accustomed to all human food and has evolved to the point that it no longer eats raw meat or live fish.
Ever since discovering that the ingredients Xu Milu kept in the kitchen could increase spiritual power, Mo Xuan wanted to eat three meals a day, plus five extra meals and four desserts and fruits after meals. This also resulted in the kitchen being completely empty as if it had been robbed, no sooner had Xu Milu left than it was found.
Mo Xuan happily ate a bite of a ping-pong grape, not even wasting the skin, when he looked up and saw Xu Milu, dressed as a siren, jump out of the window, almost choking to death.
"Pfft—cough cough cough cough—"
He pounded his chest violently, thus preventing the tragic scenario of a mighty dragon choking to death on a single grape.
"Madam Xu? Didn't you say you were going to sleep? Why did you change into this outfit again?"
Mo Xuan smacked his lips and quietly hid the plate beside him behind his back.
Demons are naturally bold, and in his opinion, Xu Milu's clothes were not even as revealing as those of the fish spirits at the bottom of the lake.
"I have something urgent to discuss with you. I want to ask you, do you know which place in the four seas and east, west, north, south, and south produces the purest white pearls?"
Xu Milu glanced at the fruit platter on the table but didn't expose the gluttonous dragon's little scheme. Although time was paused in both the Food World and the Journey to the West World, Ah Chou was still there.
Mo Xuan was somewhat confused, his handsome face looking a little bewildered: "Pearl?"
He scratched his head and answered subconsciously:
"You've come to the right person. My mother was originally a thousand-year-old clam spirit. I might not know about other things, but I can tell the quality of a pearl at a glance."
"Of the four seas, the East Sea is the most revered, but it is often stormy and turbulent, producing mostly corals and strange rocks. As for gold, silver, and jade, the South Sea is home to Guanyin, and its dragons generally don't care for pearls and gems, preferring simplicity. I'm not familiar with the North Sea, but the pearls produced in the West Sea are unique in heaven and earth. Even the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet requires the West Sea Dragon King to offer ten thousand bushels of the finest pearls. Not to mention the ordinary immortals, mountain spirits, and wild monsters who love to use West Sea pearls to refine elixirs."
Xu Milu nodded. Come to think of it, she had met Prince Moang of the Western Sea once before, so it wasn't too abrupt for her to come and buy pearls.
Most importantly, she could exchange ingredients imbued with spiritual energy for such a deal, a condition that even Prince Moang would find hard to refuse.
Upon hearing that Xu Milu wanted to exchange ingredients imbued with spiritual energy for pearls, Mo Xuan's eyes lit up with envy.
"No, no! I misspoke. No pearls anywhere in the world can compare to those from Dongting Lake. I'll sell them to you cheaply: a basket of ingredients for two dou of lake pearls, no, three dou! Three dou of lake pearls!"
"How many clam spirits does your Dongting Lake have? I know you too well. If I agreed, you would definitely make those clam spirits work overtime day and night to produce pearls. Even capitalists aren't as ruthless as you!"
Xu Milu rolled her eyes: "I'm going to the West Sea. Are you coming or not?"
"Go away! Hehe, Madam Xu, we're on the same side. In the future, if there's anything good like this, you have to think of me first. My cousin Moang has profound magical power, why would he need these spiritual foods to nourish himself?"
Mo Xuan smiled obsequiously, then rolled on the spot and transformed into a large black dragon. As the saying goes, "Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger," a strong wind suddenly arose in the courtyard, and a cloud of mist immediately covered the sky above the courtyard.
“Madam Xu, you are wearing my dragon pearl. I can barely transform into my original form and take you to the Western Sea. Come on up and ride on my head.”
The black dragon tumbled in the clouds, its whiskers swaying. Its head resembled a cow, its horns a deer, its eyes a shrimp, its ears an elephant, its neck a snake, its belly a snake, its scales a fish, its claws a phoenix, and its paws a tiger. Patches of black scales appeared and disappeared in the clouds. It should have been an exceptionally breathtaking scene, but the overall style just didn't look right.
Xu Milu stared at the unusually "fat" body of the giant black dragon in silence: "...Are you sure...you can fly?"
Its serpentine body was exceptionally round and plump, even its claws were chubby little lumps, and even its dragon head looked a bit rounder.
"Cough cough cough, this is because I've consumed too much spiritual energy and it's hard to process. I'll be fine after I fly for a while."
The big black dragon spoke in a deep, muffled voice, its eyelids drooping, and it looked strangely shy.
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Riding a dragon should have been a fantastic and wonderful thing, but Xu Milu couldn't feel happy at all.
Mo Xuan was greedy and gluttonous. A large amount of spiritual energy gathered in his body and he couldn't digest it, causing his body to look like it had been beaten up. Even when he flew, he could only fly three or four hundred meters off the ground, and he had to keep breathing out clouds and mist along the way so as not to be seen by mortals.
Several wandering immortals who had originally flown over turned back abruptly, only flying away after confirming that Xu Milu was riding a dragon, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Even the duty officer flew down to take a look around. He originally thought it was some kind of demonic dragon causing trouble, but when he saw that it was the Dragon King of Dongting Lake, his face twisted in disbelief.
So fat... no, such a plump and delicious dragon.
I want to laugh, but I can't; if I laugh, I'll lose ten years' worth of good deeds.
"Mo Xuan, stop struggling. Otherwise, I'll find a flying monster to give me a ride."
Xu Milu covered her face, afraid of being recognized.
How embarrassing!
If Mo Xuan gets a little fatter, he'll be comparable to Luo Luo Pig.
How much spiritual energy did this guy steal and eat?! A perfectly good black dragon, and he's turned into a blob of food!!
He's completely disgraced the Chinese nation's symbolism!
But Mo Xuan was oblivious, smugly shaking his head, his long black dragon whiskers floating in the air:
"Madam Xu, in the sky and on the ground, whether it is birds or beasts, or even celestial deer and cranes, none can compare to the speed of our dragon clan. We will soon enter the sea, so hold on tight and be careful not to fall!"
She wants to jump right now.
Xu Milu stood against the wind, expressionless, and desperately wanted to jump into the sea and swim to the West Sea Dragon Palace.
What is social death?
What is social death?
It might be like that now.
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The vast expanse of the Western Sea was filled with the smoke and waves, where sea patrol yakshas roamed and played in the waves. In the distance, they saw a "black unidentified object" flying over, which startled the yaksha so much that it squeaked and cried out as it dived into the sea to report.
Today happened to be Prince Moang's sea patrol. He slowly floated to the surface with a small flag on his back, and suddenly came face to face with a black dragon head that looked like a steamed bun.
"Brother Moang! Do you still recognize me?!"
"Fermented Bun" was overjoyed, scratching its belly with its two short paws with some effort, giving it a strange feeling of a seal scratching its belly:
"It's me!! It's Mo Xuan! When we were little, you always took me to play in the water, and you even taught me a set of martial arts techniques! Some time ago, I almost ate people because I broke a taboo, and the Great Sage sent me to Chang'an to cultivate at Madam Xu's place in the Mountain and Sea Restaurant! Today I've come to your door to bring you a huge business opportunity!"
Mo Ang pondered for a moment, then turned around expressionlessly and gave orders to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind him:
"Bring me your weapon!"
He refused to admit that the guy in front of him was a dragon.
What kind of monster is this? Let's kill it first.
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