The wind in the yard stopped, and the residual candle burst out a Lamp Flower in Red Lantern, illuminating Fang Mo's slightly greasy face.
Only a pale skeleton of the roasted suckling pig was left on the table, and Iron Bull was still wrestling with a cow leg bone, making a crunching sound that made one's teeth ache.
Fang Mo casually pulled the hem of Qian Dagui's worth of mink fur and wiped the oil stains on his hands.
"When you're full, it's time to rest."
He yawned, and as he stretched, his joints crackled like a string of lit firecrackers.
This is not an act of sleepiness.
Although that drop of God King's Essence Blood was suppressed, the violent aftertaste was still running through his body, causing his meridians to ache.
He needed to find a clean place to have a heart-to-heart talk with this old friend who had been dead for who knows how many years, and to take stock of the interest on this debt collection.
Fang Mo stood up and kicked the empty wine jar next to him, making a clanging sound.
"Da Gui, ask the cook to remove the leftovers. Although this place has suffered a lot of deaths, the feng shui is good and it can be controlled."
"Okay, boss, please rest first." Qian Dagui was busy picking his teeth, and the satisfaction on his face had not yet dissipated.
Fang Mo turned around and was about to leave, but as he was halfway out, there was a soft sound of the friction of clothing behind him.
You don't have to look back to know who it is.
There was no one else but Demon Suppression Division's Commander Li in that cold fragrance mixed with the smell of blood and rain.
Fang Mo stopped, rubbed his brows with a headache, and turned around.
Li Mingyue really stood up. Her men's clothes didn't fit, and they hung empty on her body, making her look even thinner.
She didn't say anything, she just stood upright, staring at Fang Mo with a pair of cold eyes, as if looking at a scoundrel who didn't pay back money.
"No," Fang Mo spread his hands helplessly, "Lord Li, although this place has been changed to Prison Suppression Division, it is not a shantang. You have eaten and drank enough, why don't you leave?"
Li Mingyue pursed her lips, showing no emotion on her pale face.
"I have nowhere to go."
It's this sentence again.
Be confident and confident.
"Divine Capital is so big, an inn, a brothel, a ruined temple, where can't I sleep there?"
Fang Mo pointed to the door, "It really doesn't work. Demon Suppression Division The prison is quite spacious. That's your mother's house. Wouldn't it be more cordial to go back?"
"I can't go back." Li Mingyue answered simply and neatly, "If I go back now, I won't survive tonight."
Fang Mo clicked his tongue.
This woman sees things clearly.
"Okay, okay, live wherever you like." Fang Mo waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face, "There are a lot of vacant rooms in the yard, you can choose one by yourself. But let's talk about it first, don't expect anyone from me to take care of you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the main room.
Just after taking two steps, that feeling of being watched like a gleam on my back came again.
Fang Mo Look back.
Li Mingyue is still staring at him, his eyes falling on the main door behind him, his intention is very obvious.
"You..." Fang Mo pointed at himself and then at the door, "Want to sleep in this room?"
Li Mingyue nodded.
"Why?" Fang Mo said happily, "This is my room."
"This Sha Qi is the heaviest and safest." Li Mingyue gave an irrefutable reason.
Fang Mo stared at this pushy woman for a long time.
Fight? You can't fight now. This woman is a witness and a key piece in the next chess game.
Drive her away? She can't drive her away, this woman is a kind of noodle.
"Okay." Fang Mo bit his back teeth and stepped aside, "It's yours."
Li Mingyue was not polite at all, and walked in with Spring Embroidered Saber in his hand. When he passed by Fang Mo, he felt a gust of cold wind.
Bang.
The door was closed and even locked.
Fang Mo stood on the steps, gave a middle finger to the closed door, and turned to look at the few remaining people in the yard.
Iron Bull had eaten enough and was taking a nap while leaning against a pillar. He was snoring so loudly that he obviously couldn't count on it.
Old Yan That old ghost slipped away again at some point. He probably found a dark corner to count ants.
That leaves Qian Dagui and Jie Se Monk.
"Boss..." Qian Dagui felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Fang Mo looking over, feeling an ominous premonition.
"The main house is gone, so I have to find a place to make do." Fang Mo touched his chin and looked around between Qian Dagui and Jie Se.
Although this Punishment Department is large, there are only a few good rooms that can accommodate people.
Just now, many partitions were demolished in order to set up the banquet, and now there are not many complete rooms left.
"What, Da Gui." Fang Mo had a kind smile on his face that made Qian Dagui's scalp tingle.
"Boss, your order." Qian Dagui shrank his neck.
"Your room is clean over there, I'll stay there tonight." Fang Mo pointed at West Wing,
"Then I..."
"You and Master Jie Se are fighting each other." Fang Mo lightly pronounced Qian Dagui's death sentence.
Bada.
Qian Dagui The ivory chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
He looked at Jie Se Monk next to him, who was full of oil and grinning silly at him, and then looked at his own skin and tender flesh. The expression on his face instantly fell, and he was even uglier than his father who had just died.
"Boss, isn't this bad?" Qian Dagui's voice was trembling, "The master is a monk, and his six roots are pure. As a layman, I am full of copper odor, and I am afraid that it will pollute the master's practice."