Chapter 344: Extraordinary Competition for Favour II

Mo Ran quietly got out of bed, creaked open the door and saw the courtyard woodwork slightly open, the wooden door swinging lightly, and a fat, white, soft, upturned tail flickering with a small, blue light.

For a moment he thought he was mistaken, after all the time he had spent on Nanping Mountain, he had never seen anything like it.

What demons

He wanted to go after it, but before he could set foot outside, he noticed a green lotus leaf outside the threshold of his bedroom, with a palm-sized wooden box in its centre.

"This is"

He picked up the lotus leaf in a daze, but for some reason it smelled faintly of cinnamon and had a few words written on it in a very round and childish calligraphy.

A birthday gift to Kamiki Your Mightiness.

Come on big guy, that's all I can do for you.

A rice cake spirit with the hopes of the village

Ran's eyes widened, and he almost fell to the ground: "What in the world is this demon called a rice cake spirit?"

Wasn't that something he had made up years ago to trick Xue Meng that actually existed?

He couldn't help but touch his lips, had the demon daddy forgotten to tell him that their special beauty mat had a hidden talent, like an enlightened mouth or something, or else there would be this little white, chubby creature with a little blue light on its tail.

Mo Ran stood there for a while, although the rice cake spirit ran too fast for Mo Ran to see its whole body, he had a hunch that its whole body should be the same as the one he had made up, round and sticky with a big lotus leaf on its head

It took him a while to get back into the house with the box.

The house was quiet, Chu Wanning and the dog were still asleep, unperturbed by the unexpected visitors in the night. Mo Ran went over to Chu Wanning, who was curled up, and gently tucked him in, then went over to Dog Head's kennel and gave him a couple of soothing pets before sitting down at the table and beginning to examine the small wooden box.

There is no murderous or evil aura.

The demonic aura is quite heavy, but it's a friendly kind.

He tried to open it, but unfortunately he couldn't find any locking openings and the rice cake spirit left no hints telling him what to do.

Mo Ran frowned and wondered: what was the purpose of this box?

The problem is that it's in disrepair and it doesn't look good on display.

As if in response to his inner question, as soon as the thought surfaced, two small lines in golden seal script appeared on the top of the small wooden box, shining with light:

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Patriarch, I am a magic treasure from the demon world, my name is the Heart's Desire Box."

Mo Ran was so shocked that he almost fell out of his chair.

How the hell does this thing have the ability to see into people's hearts?

"I'm not a ghost thing, I'm a good thing." The box continued to float with new words, those shimmering gold slowly covering the old ones from before, "Also, I can only peer into my master's heart oh, I can't see anyone else's."

It's so, so creepy.

Mo Ran puffed out his cheeks a few times and barely managed to steady himself, looking back at Chu Wanning who was sleeping with his face under the covers and Dog Head who was sleeping with his head under his paws, deliberating a few times before lowering his voice and asking cautiously, "So, I I'm your master"

"Yes master, I am gifted to you."

Mo Ran took a moment to slow down, still a little confused: "Aren't you the goblin's congratulatory gift to the Master"

"That is to be transformed by you." The small wooden box kept fading the old writing and emerging with new ones, "We felt your strong desire to surprise Kamiki Your Mightiness with your birth, and saw that you had many limitations that prevented you from making a big impact. But now you don't have to worry, as long as I'm here, you'll get what you want."

Mo Ran chewed on its implication and slowly came to a realization

It was his sincerity that moved the spirits of the mountains to come and help him to fulfil his wish

"Yes, that's it." The small wooden box wasted no time in displaying two more shiny lines, "Don't worry Patriarch, with me, you will do better this year than last year for your birth anniversary, cheers"

Mo Ran thinks of the nine baskets of gold from last year and cries a little.

"A little bit out there, or don't compare it to last year."

Once his doubts were dispelled, Mo Ran started using the box. In order to prevent it from being activated by Chu Wanning or others before the birth day, Mo Ran has to set a password for the box, which will only respond if it is read correctly, but otherwise it will behave like a normal box and will not attract much attention.

"Let's set it as a master."

"No, it's too easy, it'll be touched by mistake."

The small wooden box paused: "This side suggests you set five to ten words oh."

"So," Mo Ran said after a moment's thought, "then it's just too stupid to set it up as a gift of gold."

"Okay." The small wooden box said, "Already the memory is too stupid to send gold is the password to open the box of your heart's desire. Does Master Mo want to use it now to see?"

Mo Ran, naturally, couldn't wait to nod his head in agreement.

The moment he agreed, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed before his eyes, causing them to close instantly. When he opened them again, he found that he had arrived in a vast, new world.

It is a place that resembles an out-of-this-world wonderland.

In the mountains, there are running water and secluded springs. Where he is is a large clearing with piles of timber. Beyond that, there are clouds of blurred haze, light red streams of smoke, flourishing begonias that are light and ethereal, flying flowers and falling red chasing the flowing water in an ethereal and strange way.

A round rice cake spirit sits on a wooden stake, sweeping its tail in a blue ball of fire, playing with its soft, sticky left paw and sticking it to its right paw. He was so excited that he accidentally stuck his two paws together and couldn't separate them. He was so frightened that he pulled his two fat paws in the opposite direction, but only pulled out a glutinous rice cake thread, which still didn't come apart.

Mo Ran walked over and cast a separation spell, and with a "boop" the two paws of the rice cake spirit were freed.

He sighed heavily in relief as he turned his little round, bouncy belly upside down, then raised his little green bean eyes from under the lotus leaves, "Hoo hoo saved thanks, thanks a lot"

"You're welcome. Is this the inside of the Heart's Desire box are you the caretaker of the box er" he was going to say demon but felt it was too rude and laughed, "butler"

"I'm not the fourth steward." The rice cake spirit's voice was soft and sticky, but what it said was a domineering speech that was extremely incompatible with its voice, "I'm a four landlord, you sprinkling, sprinkling melon"

"" Mo Ran was stunned, "How do you curse?"

"I, I am the most dangling, grizzly, grizzly rice cake in our village I can curse if I want to, if I want to, if you want to care"

""

What a gnarly rice cake, not only cursing, but also diction, plus flat and warped tongue indistinguishable.

This one is nothing like the shy and cute rice cake spirit that sneaked in to deliver the box before. It seems that it is indeed the Rice Cake Chief of the village, no wonder it is sealed in the box by its compatriots and no other rice cakes will play with it.

A lone Rice Cake Chief stubbornly tilts his head back and stares at Mo Ran, seemingly ready for his counterattack.

It was quite a bluff, but Mo Ran looked at its small arms and legs, soft and white, and after a moment, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahahaha" Mo Ran reached out to pet his little head, "You're too cute too hahahahahaha"

Rice Cake Chief straightened the ruffle on his head that he had poked askew and got even more angry, "No laughing seriously you nuisance"

"What do you mean sorry hahaha"

"No more laughing, I warn you that your fate is in my hands at this moment."

Mo Ran :""

He really had no idea that his fate was actually gifted with a dirty grip in the palm of a rice cake. It had to take all his self-control not to let himself laugh out loud again.

"Good good cough poof."

"No laughing."

After some difficult negotiations, Rice Cake Chief and Mo Ran finally came to an agreement.

Mo Ran doesn't laugh at him anymore and he has to have a good talk with Mo Ran about what is going on.

Rice Cake Chief emphasized in the conversation that their rice cake village has many rice cake spirits with different personalities, but it's definitely not because it's too arrogant to be put in a box, but because

"I, four our village, human official language speaks the best rice cakes, spitting clearly, dead, dead divided mark assiduously so, I am the dead, dead that everyone chose rough to communicate with the human race"

"It's the messenger, isn't it?"

"Yes you're right about the shrinkage is the dead."

Mo Ran stared at it with his head held high and infinite pride, and after a short while, he couldn't help but let out another hahahahaha.

"Ah" Rice Cake Chief stomped his little feet and feet in anger, "Why are you laughing again no laughing at me I've been learning the human nagging words for one, one hundred years no laughing again, laugh again and I'll scatter you"

To prevent Rice Cake Chief from killing himself, Mo Ran resists the interrogation of Tin Man with the same determination that he used to hold back his laughter once again.

"Fine, fine, I won't laugh anymore, so would the messenger please tell me how to use this heart-wish box"

Rice Cake Chief barked twice, clutching his arms with his paws, his green bean eyes squinting at Mo Ran for a while, seeing that he really was no longer laughing, then he spoke, "Simple shout, just four the space inside this box is different from the outside, you don't four want to build a bigger house for God Wood Your Mightiness, and put some beautiful flowers and plants in it! "

Mo Ran nodded, "Yes, but my master didn't feel that was too overwhelming and noisy, so he wasn't happy about it."

"It's okay." Rice Cake Chief waved his little white paw, "In this box, you, you won't take up the outside, and you won't fuck, fuck your Master"

Mo Ran immediately interrupted him and said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you can't say other words properly, but you must pronounce the word noisy correctly."

Rice Cake Chief's small eyes rolled up and he read, "Fuck."

"Noisy."

"Fuck."

"You roll your tongue up and make noise."

Rice Cake Chief's face grew white as she tilted her head and tried to spit out a choppy sound, "Grass."

Mo Ran held his forehead: "Never mind, you go on."

Rice Cake Chief: "Where have I been?"

"It says that I will not take up space or disturb the Master by tossing in this box." Mo Ran said, "But if I'm going to quietly prepare a birthday feast for Master here and repair the house and fields, I'll need the same valuable seeds, flowers, ingredients and utensils."

He laughed bitterly, "If the Master finds out, I'm afraid he'll say I've been wasteful again."

"Don't worry about it." Rice Cake Chief said, "Things here are different from those outside, whether you build a house, dig a pond, plant flowers, or prepare ingredients, you don't need money to buy them, you have to exchange them with me."

Mo Ran's eyes widened in some surprise, "Change"

"Yeah." Rice Cake Chief pointed to his belly, and Mo Ran realised that his rolled white belly actually had a natural pocket that just didn't attract much attention because the bag and belly were so white.

"Those of you human houses and flowers are not good, good-looking God's wood Your Mightiness Immortality, more four-way our demon artifacts you bring in the things outside and give them to me, such as cloth, small flowers, small clay people I will change and exchange them for you accordingly."

"But how do I know what I'll get in exchange"

"Well, that depends on your luck." Rice Cake Chief said, "But I'm very, very generous and usually don't treat you badly. If you don't believe me, you can just watch the horse die."

Just try it.

But Mo Ran had entered the box unprepared, wearing an undershirt, and with nothing outside of it. After some thought, he simply took off his undershirt and handed it to him.

"It's the only one I have on me, what can you give me in exchange for it"

Rice Cake Chief took Mo Ran's clothes, and his little paws lifted and sized them up, "Then four a dress with a deceased four, it's been through a lot."

He then looked wistfully at Mo Ran's naked upper body, going back and forth a few times. Needless to say, Mo Ran's body was naturally excellent, with a strong back, a lean waist and a strong chest that was crisscrossed by an old scar that would never go away, but the muscles had a very wild tension that ebbed and flowed with each breath, as if it was suppressing the lava that was waiting to come out of his body.

Rice Cake Chief says, "You're a good Sam."

He said and raised his undershirt to look at it: "Sen material good ink zong silk clothes, I think I can change" it muttered, the voice gradually lightened, it put the clothes dumpling dumpling stuffed into his white pocket, and again in the white pocket digging ah, "ah have it just four then a"

Mo Ran looked over and saw a handful of pellets with a pale golden glow lying in his little soft paws.

"What's this?"

"The demon's greeting flowers." Rice Cake Chief said, "I think I can get these seeds back by taking your clothes and trading them with the little flower demon colorful embryo. Here you go, you take them and die and die looking."

""

Mo Ran wasn't going to laugh at Rice Cake Chief, even though he was giving himself a death stare at every turn. Curious, he took the seeds and headed to the clearing in front of him, with Rice Cake Chief blathering along behind him.

"How to grow it"

"Just spill it on the ground."

Mo Ran did as he was told, and the demon flowers were really something else in the demon territory. As soon as he sprinkled the seeds, before he could blink, a vast sea of pale gold and silver flowers emerged from the clearing. The flowers were as golden as peonies and as silvery as lilacs, rich and luxuriant and elegant and gentle as waves, fluttering out into the night with a starry glow.

What is even more surprising is that in the centre of each peony sits a female flower demon holding a golden lute, and between the stamens of each lilac leans a male flower boy playing a silver flute. These little demons, less than the size of a fingernail, have crystal-clear wings that flap as they play, tinting the field of flowers with dreamy hues and light as they play their lilting hymns.

"One, one dress for these" Mo Ran was amazed.

"Four, I'm generous." Rice Cake Chief proudly pushed the big lotus leaf on his head, "I'm the most beautiful, beautiful, beautiful brat in our rice cake village."

Mo Ran felt a ray of hope shine into his heart and he immediately said excitedly, "Then wait I'll be here a lot in the next few days, I'll go out and think about what I can exchange with you."

With that said, he couldn't wait to get back to it.

But it was then that I realised I didn't know where the exit was.

Rice Cake Chief rolled his eyes and his little paw pointed to the trail he had come from: "Run there, one nip, don't stop, and you'll, just go rough, but four"

Mo Ran did not finish listening.

He was so happy that he was anxious to go out and quietly find out what he could bring in to swap with Rice Cake Chief. Rice Cake Chief was one of those people who stammered the more anxious he was, and after a long time of "but four", he couldn't get a word out. Only after a long time did he manage to get the last half of his sentence out.

"But four not every exchange is such a good deal you, you pick better things to send in our rice cake village especially like Kamiki Your Mightiness with the object, just now is I give you four with it, loss of old capital. Next time, I won't be able to get such a great deal.

Huffing and puffing in an effort to say so much, he looked up.

Mo Ran is long gone.

"" Rice Cake Chief stood in the middle of a field of flowers, half frozen, scratching his head, "how to run, run so fast also not Zidao next time he will bring, bring Sam to come to sah, sahzi"

Mo Ran opened his eyes to find himself bounced back to the table.

But he didn't sit still for a moment, and with his mind in turmoil, he clattered to the ground.

"Ah."

This movement immediately woke up the dog's head, which was lying by the hearth. He suddenly got up and started barking indiscriminately: "Woof woof woof".

"Hush dog head," Mo Ran said as he crawled over to the dog and held him down, stroking his head, "Stop it, you'll wake Wangning up."

"Woo woof woof woof."

""

Mo Ran was trying hard to keep the dog's mouth shut when he heard a rustling behind him, followed by a slightly languid and impatient voice lazily ringing out in the quiet silence of the night.

Chu Wanning was lying between the pillows and mattresses, his eyes half-closed, frowning at him, his voice still with the raspy sound of a newly awakened man: "What are you doing in the middle of the night when you're not sleeping?"

Mo Ran turns back: " Wangning "

Chu Wanning lies sleepily on his back, staring at him through his slightly tousled forehead, and doesn't say a word, as if he's not awake at all.

But as he watched, a bright light suddenly fell from those misty eyes. Chu Wanning flinched and his eyes widened: "Why are you not dressed?"