Chapter 121: The Senior Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord

Soon the waiter retreated.

Mingnan then sat down at his seat, glanced at the dishes on the table, and said to 205: [It's time for you to redeem yourself. Check to see if there is anything abnormal.]

205: [Host, do you suspect there is something wrong with the store? ]

Mingnan: [Hey~ You busy man, aren’t you busy anymore? No need to call me later? ]

205: [……]

[Test completed, no problem~]

Mingnan heard that there was no problem, so he stopped teasing it and picked up his chopsticks while eating and said: "It's not the store that has the problem, I suspect the waiter."

205 was shocked: [What do you mean? I think that waiter is quite a bit of a waiter? ]

Wei Zhuyun suddenly looked over, and Mingnan blinked, "What's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

"No, I just think it tastes good, much better than the previous cakes."

Wei Zhuyun picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, carefully picked out the bones and put it into his mouth slowly and gracefully.

He lowered his eyelids to hide the surprise in his eyes.

She actually saw through it?

How did the waiter reveal his flaws?

Hearing the word "bing", Mingnan swallowed consciously. The feeling of choking came back again, and she subconsciously wanted to stretch her neck.

"Let's buy more food this time and put it in the storage ring. I don't want to eat dried pancakes anymore."

Wei Zhuyun looked at her with a smile and said, "Okay."

The two of them ate quietly, with only the faint sound of glasses clinking against each other in the private room.

Mingnan said to 205 while eating: "Don't you realize that you are not careful enough in observing people?"

[The waiter's eyes have been fixed on Yun Zhu since he entered the room. His eyes don't look like a waiter who is used to seeing customers. And there is a smell on him that you can't smell.]

205 Curious: [What does it smell like?]

Mingnan's voice was slow, [Blood smell.]

[A rotten smell of blood left over from years of crawling and rolling in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. It can neither be washed away nor hidden.]

[If my guess is correct, the waiter is a demon cultivator, and not just an ordinary minion. ]

205 Suddenly realized, [Host, your nose is so sharp? Could this be the power of immortal cultivation? ]

Mingnan smiled without explaining.

Wei Zhuyun, who had listened to the whole thing, had a twinkle in his eyes.

It's really getting more and more interesting.

After three rounds of drinks, Wei Zhuyun put down his chopsticks and suddenly stood up.

Mingnan raised his eyes in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I..." He pursed his lips, looking a little uncomfortable. His expression couldn't be seen because of the mask, but Mingnan could sense his embarrassment.

An idea suddenly occurred to her, "Do you want to change clothes?"

Wei Zhuyun nodded.

Mingnan laughed, "Go ahead, you don't need my approval, right?"

"Have you forgotten?" Wei Zhuyun raised his right hand to gesture.

"I really forgot." She smiled embarrassedly, and flicked her fingers. The invisible restraint on his right hand loosened instantly. A purple light flashed, and a long and thin rope appeared in Mingnan's palm.

"It's untied. Go ahead."

Wei Zhuyun nodded, stood up and walked out of the private room leisurely.

Seeing his hands on the door panel, Mingnan suddenly called him.

"Yun Zhu——"

Wei Zhuyun paused and turned around to give a questioning look.

Mingnan held the cup and said softly, "Go quickly and come back soon. I'll be waiting for you."

Wei Zhuyun's heartstrings trembled, as if being plucked by an invisible hand, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.

He responded softly and opened the door.

Mingnan watched his figure disappear out the door, picked up his chopsticks and started eating leisurely.

205: [Aren’t you really afraid that he will go and never come back? ]

Mingnan: [We’ll see.]

205: [If he really doesn't come back, all your kindness during this period will be wasted~]

Mingnan paused while chewing. [He can’t.]

…

As Wei Zhuyun walked out of the door, he saw the waiter standing at the staircase. Noticing his gaze, the waiter immediately looked over.

Their eyes met, and the waiter looked towards the end of the corridor and raised his chin.

Wei Zhuyun then walked over.

The waiter looked around to make sure no one was following.

There was a room at the corner at the end of the corridor. Wei Zhuyun pushed the door and it opened. He slipped in immediately. Soon the waiter also came in. He closed the door with his backhand and did not dare to set up a barrier, for fear that people would discover the fluctuations of demonic energy and cause unnecessary trouble.

Wei Zhuyun stood in the middle of the room and took off his fox-patterned mask with one hand, revealing his handsome face. The waiter was surprised and immediately knelt down on one knee, saying in a deep voice, "Your Highness, I am honored to meet you!"

"What's the situation with the demons?" When he was not in front of Mingnan, Wei Zhuyun's aura had changed. Before, he was like a sword that had not been unsheathed, with its sharp edge restrained.

Now, apart from the scabbard, his entire body is so cold and sharp that people dare not look directly at him.

The waiter knelt on one knee and dared not move an inch. He said truthfully, "After you disappeared, King Wu Jin and King Bai Jue defected to Wei Ming. Wei Ming easily took the position of Demon Lord. The other two kings did not express their opinions. They just stayed indoors and lied that they were in seclusion."

Wei Zhuyun sneered, "These two old foxes are very calculating. As long as the news of my death is not passed back, they will remain silent. But this way, I can save myself some trouble."

The waiter asked, "What are your plans next, Your Majesty?"

He rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice, "The one next to you, do you want to—"

He raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Wei Zhuyun said nothing.

The waiter whispered, "She is an immortal cultivator after all. If she follows you, she might cause some trouble."

Wei Zhuyun still didn't say anything.

The waiter couldn't help but glance at his face quickly.

Wei Zhuyun's sharp and ruthless gaze suddenly fell upon him. He was startled, his scalp tightened, and he lowered his head quickly, "I am sorry for talking too much, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"I hate people who think they are smart the most. She--" Wei Zhuyun paused, and Mingnan's words "I'll wait for you" before he left suddenly flashed through his mind.

"It's still useful to me if I keep it."

Although the waiter was puzzled, he did not dare to say anything more and bowed and said, "Yes."

"Everything should proceed according to the plan. Transfer Zhu Ling here and have him follow in secret. If there is anything, send a message to me. Don't act on your own."

"yes."

The waiter took out a glass bottle from his sleeve and handed it to him, "By the way, Your Majesty, this is what Guardian Qiu asked me to give you."

The dark red liquid in the glass bottle swayed slightly. Wei Zhuyun stretched out his hand, and just as his fingertips touched the bottle, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

The waiter was at a loss, "Your Majesty?"

Wei Zhuyun stood with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Give it to Zhu Ling when he comes. I will ask him for it when I need it."

"Why? Your injury cannot be delayed!"

Wei Zhuyun shook his head, walked right past him, and casually said, "The smell of blood is too strong."

Waiter: “Ah?”

…

Mingnan was drinking by himself, looking very happy, and soon a red face appeared on his face.

She touched her stomach and said with emotion: "This is what people eat."

"Are you full?"

Wei Zhuyun's voice rang from the door. Mingnan raised her eyes suddenly and met his. She held her chin with both hands and looked him up and down. "You're back so soon?"