Fang Mo picked up the tea cup, raised his head and drank it all.
"I know." Fang Mo stood up and did not look back at the lazy figure on the soft couch, "I will come over to you when I get it."
"Let's go!"
He opened the door, and his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, which seemed particularly clear.
In the following days, the weather at Divine Capital seemed to become a little cloudy and uncertain.
The dark clouds were very low, but they refused to rain. The whole city was like a cauldron with the lid closed, making people breathless.
Fang Mo, however, acted like a normal person and lived a real dandy life.
In the early morning, when it was just dawn, Wannian County's hawkers who had gotten up early and stayed late had not yet set up their stalls, but Fang Mo's figure had already appeared at the door of the Yihong Pavilion.
Sometimes I hold two baskets of freshly cooked meat buns in my hand, and sometimes I hold a sizzling roast goose.
He is not picky about food either. In other words, for him now, the taste of food is no longer important. What is important is the portion and the essence contained in it.
He seemed to regard Gentle Township as his own backyard, and the famous Flower Queen as the maid serving tea.
At night, he will appear on time Punishment Department Seventh Squad Barracks.
The newly renovated courtyard now looks particularly quiet in the night.
Old Yan is still playing with his orchids in the corner, Iron Bull is knocking and knocking in the specially set up Blacksmith Room, Jie Se is still eating wildly, and sometimes follows Fang Mo went to the Yihong Pavilion together, only Qian Dagui, holding the thick Ledger all day long, frowning on the Grand Tutor Chair, listening to the occasional roar of wind outside, trembling with fear.
Rumors from the outside world spread fiercely.
Some people say that Fang Mo is afraid. Black Wind Ridge was just lucky in that battle. Now he has offended Lei Heng, and may even have offended people above him. This is a false accusation. He plans to live a life of intoxication in that Gentle Township and live one day at a time.
Some people also say that this Seventh Squad is just a flash in the pan, and that young General Flag has been so drained by wine and sex that he can't even lift the knife.
In the White Tiger Hall, Lei Heng listened to the spies' report, with a somewhat disdainful sneer on his sinister face, and casually threw the secret report about Fang Mo's whereabouts into the brazier.
A young boy obsessed with women is nothing to be afraid of.
However, no one saw that whenever Fang Mo sat cross-legged on the bed in the dead of night, there would always be a faint dark red light coming out of his abdomen.
The light is not static, but beats rhythmically like a heart. Every time it beats, the surrounding air will be extremely slightly distorted, as if something is greedily devouring the free energy around it.
Stomach Viscera Temple, the Gluttony Rakshasa statue in this Divine Temple, after these days of crazy supplementation, the originally blurry face has become clearer.
The bloody mouth was half-open, seeming to be roaring silently, eager for more Blood Food, more Sins.
Fang Mo is not killing time, but the process of taking a weekend break with Nian Nu'er, Viscera Temple is constantly improving.
Until this morning.
Divine Capital There was a moist earthy smell in the air, and the rain clouds that had been suppressed for several days finally showed signs of loosening.
Fang Mo is still at the same point, appearing on the Yihong Pavilion on time.
The turtle master and the boys in the lobby have long been used to strange things, and they don't even bother to shout Young Master Fang. They just bend down and salute respectfully, with a bit of envy and a bit of disdain in their eyes.
Fang Mo ignored these. He went straight upstairs and pushed open the carved wooden door.
The round table was already filled with a sumptuous breakfast.
This is not some steamed buns and fried dough sticks, but a banquet prepared according to the royal palace specifications.
Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, roasted flower duck, roasted chicken... the table was full, steaming hot and fragrant.
Fang Mo was not polite, he pulled out his chair and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started to make a fuss.
He ate very fast, but he didn't look embarrassed. Instead, he ate with a strange rhythm.
With each piece of meat entering your mouth, your Adam's apple will disappear without a trace.
The Stomach Palace in his body is like a bottomless pit. No matter how much food is filled in, it will be decomposed and transformed in an instant.
In just one stick of incense, most of the plates on the table were empty.
Fang Mo put down his chopsticks, and the hunger that had always lingered in Soul Depth finally faded a bit.
He burped, and at that moment, he felt that a certain barrier in his body was finally broken open by the billowing energy.
"Hu--"
A mouthful of Turbid Qi was spit out, and turned into a white arrow, which shot straight out for more than three feet and hit the Rosewood pillar opposite, leaving a shallow white mark.
Organ Refining Realm Peak.
Everything will fall into place.
After eating and drinking, he stood up and stretched out greatly. The joints all over his body made a crackling sound, as dense as fried beans.
He turned around and looked at the bed with gauze hanging down.
Fang Mo strode forward, stretched out his hand to lift the thin layer of pink gauze, his movements were as rough as a reckless man in a hurry to enter the bridal chamber.
"Nu'er, morning."
He grinned and pressed down suddenly, as if a hungry tiger was about to pounce on him.
However, just when his chest was about to touch that soft body, a slender foot touched his heart without any warning.
The foot is extremely beautiful, with a graceful arch on the instep. The skin is so fair that you can even see the light blue blood vessels underneath. The toes are round and cute, and are painted with bright red khaki. They look even more attractive against the backdrop of that layer of tulle.
But this seemingly weak and boneless little foot was like a Sea Calming Needle at the moment, steadily holding up Fang Mo's critical attack.
Fang Mo raised his head, his gaze extended upwards along the slender legs, and met a pair of shy eyes.
Nian Nu'er was half-leaning on the bedside, with disheveled hair and half-undressed clothes, revealing a large area of snowy skin.
She was holding the corner of the quilt in her hand, and her beautiful face looked a little angry, a little bit coquettish, and she looked like a little daughter-in-law who had been bullied by a heartless man.
"Officials are so shameless." Nian Nu'er bit her red lips lightly, her voice soft and soft with a hint of hoarseness, "How many days have it been? It's just a matter of eating and drinking and not acknowledging the debt, but you want to come here today? Do you really treat this slave's house as a charity, and treat yourself as a free prostitute?"
She exerted a slight force on her toes and moved them in a circle against Fang Mo's chest muscles. The feeling of the nails gently scraping against the skin brought with it an indescribable numbness.
"What did Nu'er say?"
Fang Mo was not annoyed. Instead, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the jade foot that was making trouble on his chest.
The palms of my hands were hot, and my rough fingertips rubbed the delicate insteps hard.
"I spent the money openly. Since I spent the money, it is a transaction. Since it is a transaction, how can I say that it is free of charge?"
Fang Mo said nonsense, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
His fingertips pressed a little harder on Yongquan Acupoint on the sole of his foot.
"Hmm..."
Nian Nu'er let out an annoying snort from his nasal cavity, and tried to pull his foot back as if he was electrocuted, but was held tightly by Fang Mo's big hand like an iron plier.
"The officials know what the slaves are talking about."
Nian Nu'er's eyes turned wild and he no longer struggled. Instead, he looked at Fang Mo with charming eyes, "Have you forgotten that heart?"
Fang Mo lay on his back on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and took a deep breath.
"The time has not come yet."
Fang Mo's voice was a little vague, as if he was really sighing.
Light and shadow flickered inside the gauze tent.
Nian Nu'er didn't stop there.
She leaned forward, her whole body wrapped around Fang Mo like a Beauty Snake.
Her lips were pressed against Fang Mo's ear, and her hot and moist breath penetrated the ear hole with a hook.
"Then I wonder when Young Master Fang said the timing was?"
Her fingers traced circles on Fang Mo's chest.
Fang Mo opened his eyes suddenly and laughed.
Fang Mo hugged that soft body, turned over and pushed it down.
"Tonight!"