Chapter 345: Extraordinary Competition for Favour III

Chu Wanning's eyes widened with a start, "Why aren't you dressed?"

"Ah," Mo Ran looked down in a daze, saw her naked upper body, raised her hand and touched herself, and was at a loss to explain, "Uh."

Chu Wanning watched his sheepish gestures and got a bit of a taste for it, so he said seriously, "Mo Ran."

Mo Ran raises her hand: "In"

"The dog's head is still young, he may become a demon in the future, didn't I tell you before that you should be a good example and not teach him a bad lesson?"

"Yes, yes."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes dangerously, "And what are you doing here."

""

"That's true." Mo Ran muttered, but I'm afraid it was useless to chant in his ear every day that this fat dog could really become a spirit. Besides, even if he slept in front of him every day, he probably wouldn't be able to understand the true meaning of dog life.

But there was no way to refute what the Master had said, Mo Ran had to politely say, " Wangning, listen to my explanation, it's not what you think. I wasn't trying to do anything secretly."

But the dog's head, fearing the worst, suddenly interrupted him and started barking in Mo Ran's arms.

Chu Wanning held his forehead and gritted his teeth, "You let it go."

"Fine, fine." Mo Ran let go of the dog's head, "Actually I"

"What does it look like to be naked, put some clothes on and explain"

Mo Ran froze.

When Chu Wanning saw the difference in his expression, he looked around and realised that Mo Ran had not taken off his clothes, but that his undershirt had disappeared, and was stunned: "Where did your clothes go?"

In this awkward atmosphere, the yellow and white dog's head tilted its eyes and started to look at Mo Ran with that bitchy expression again. It's as if he's laughing, "Hey, you're stupid!

I'll see how you explain it.

Mo Ran touched his nose, his throat knotted and he stammered, "Evening, Wangning, would you believe me if I said my clothes had turned into a sea of flowers?"

Chu Wanning :""

From the hut at Nanping Mountain came Master Chu's irritated scolding, " Mo Weiyu, do you really think your master is stupid because he hasn't been down the mountain for so long?"

"No, no, no, you didn't, didn't spill it Master is the smartest, how could he spill it"

"You'll learn how to speak properly with no distinction between flat and stuttering."

Mo Ran is actually really mad at the dog's head, really.

He felt that the dog always had some thoughts that dogs shouldn't have, especially when he squinted his eyes at people, it was more like he was demonstrating at him.

Alas, it wasn't like this when I picked it up from the haystack.

Now it's a good thing that this five-month-old dog, whom Chu Wanning loves to bits, has been forbidden to do anything to bring down the children in this last month because he is not an adult.

Mo Ran thinks to himself that he has done well enough in the state of Mo Zong Shi, having adopted the dog's head for more than half a month now, he has put up with everything, even the Fairy Tramper state, and at least after Chu Wanning gave him a stern lecture after an out-of-control incident, he hasn't acted ridiculously again, nor has he quietly carried the dog's head to the kitchen to make dog stew out of it. .

But now it seems that he made a very unsuccessful choice.

He should have strangled that bitch of a dog head in the first place

Angry as she was, Chu Wanning's birthday gift could not be delayed, so the next morning, Mo Ran decided that it was time to gather something to take to the box.

"Fresh fish, millet, candy canes, bamboo dragonflies, paper butterflies, satin handkerchiefs"

While Chu Wanning went out to collect fresh fruit from the depths of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran scoured the house for every last morsel of food and every inch of rag he could find and packed everything he could into his dry bag.

The dog's head looked at him with a frightened expression, as if he could not decide whether this was his master or a thief who was pretending to be his master. If he could speak at the moment, he would have exclaimed, "No brother, why are you even trying to get rid of my dog bowl?

Ah no dog bowl

How can you steal his bowl?

The dog's head reacted violently, rushed up with a jolt, clicked his teeth and bit the edge of his rice bowl, and engaged in a class struggle with the shameless Mo Pai Pi.

Don't grab my bowl woof woof woof

Mo Ran doesn't let go of the bowl, which is made of Kunlun Bi Liuli, and the food is as fresh as if it had been cooked for three days. Before he met Dog Head, Mo Ran had originally planned to have a cat, a soft, white, quiet and understanding white cat. Cats are small eaters, and since he and Chu Wanning would sometimes travel with their swords and not return home for two or three days, he wanted his cat to have fresh food, so he asked Mei Hanxue to find such a bowl.

I'm surprised the cat hasn't been kept yet, but it's all cheap for this stupid dog.

This glazed bowl is useful for keeping food fresh and tender for the dog's head, and if you pour it in, he will eat it until the bottom of his mouth, not to mention three days, if he blinks three times.

"Loose lips, this is the bowl I bought in the first place"

"Woof woof woof" but you gave it to me

"I borrowed it from you and now it's due to be taken back."

"Woof woof woof" you fart

"Loose lips"

"Woof Woof doesn't let go

"Loose"

"Woof" rolls

One man and one dog were struggling to pull the trigger when the yard gate creaked.

Chu Wanning, clutching a basket of sweet and tender fruit, maintained his posture of pushing the door open and stood in the doorway looking condescendingly at Mo Zongzi, who was kneeling in the courtyard and grabbing a bowl with his dog's head.

""After a long silence, Chu Wanning placed the bamboo basket on the stone table in the courtyard, took a fruit, thought about it, and took a few more.

Your Mightiness in White lowered her eyes and spoke to Mo Ran with a stern voice, "Stay right here while I go wash two oranges for you."

Mo Ran heard Chu Wanning sigh the moment he turned into the kitchen and muttered, "Ugh the porridge I cooked for him this morning couldn't be too bad how he's all hungry and dog-headed for food"

Mo Ran :""

"Master wait things are not what you think ouch"

While he was in a hurry to explain, the dog's head bit the back of his hand with a wail and Mo Ran let go abruptly, the yellow and white dog scurried out of the courtyard door with its glazed bowl in its mouth and left in a huff.

Mo Ran cursed through clenched teeth and covered his hands, "That stupid dog"

After a long day of frolicking, Mo Ran put down his chopsticks after lunch and said he wanted to go to nearby Lin'an to buy some medicine for his injuries, so he left the house with his wish box in his pocket.

Once outside the courtyard, he quickly found a deserted place, recited the incantation "It is too stupid to send gold" and entered the box once more.

Rice Cake Chief was sunbathing by yesterday's flower field when he saw Mo Ran and grunted, "Come, come, come"

"Long wait."

Rice Cake Chief waved his hand in disbelief, but his eyes darted to Mo Ran's pouch: "What have you got there?"

Mo Ran is in no hurry and hands him a fresh peach with a smile: "This is for you, Wangning picked it."

Rice Cake Chief's little green pea eyes lit up at once, one paw waving and twisting his head away, righteously refusing, "No death, no death," while one little paw pulled the bib away from the front of his stomach.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Why not? It's just a fresh peach."

said and stuffed it in its pocket.

Rice Cake Chief, who had been bribed by the peaches, coughed a few times and softened his expression, "Hey, look at you, just come, you're still too polite to be Sam"

After coughing some more, he moved his little buttocks to the tree stump and sat upright.

"Come on, let me con what you've brought Sam."

The witty Patriarch Mo laughed and said, "Good, I'll trouble Mr. Gao to change to better materials."

"No, no problem."

Mo Ran then handed all the bits and pieces he had been scavenging all day into his little paw pads. Rice Cake Chief opened the pouch and sighed as he rummaged through the contents.

Mo Ran's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Rice Cake Chief raised his eyes and said, "Sooooo, you four are really poor."

Mo Ran lowered her eyelids and said somewhat helplessly, "I don't know what you want, better things are available but they are all for our daily use if you don't think they are suitable then I"

"No, no, no." Rice Cake Chief interrupted him, "You guys are usually giving away money to the world, so let's just make do."

But inwardly, I said, "For the sake of giving me a peach, let's make do with it for a while.

"What I give, give you will not be the best, because what you can give me is so much. But our demon artifacts are all very gods and gods magical even if they are broken, broken a little, purple to use your imagination and hard work, also, also four can make very satisfactory drops of effect"

Mo Ran turned sadness into joy and smiled, "Really? Thank you very much then."

Rice Cake Chief waved his hand again and then began to replace the items Mo Ran had brought with the demon implements inside the box, one by one.

"Fresh fish can be exchanged for this."

Rice Cake Chief pulls a pile of soft felt fabric from his pocket.

"What's this?"

"This four, four is made of cloth nourished with cat hair."

Mo Ran's eyes widened in amazement as he took the bundle of cloth: "Cat hair can still be woven"

"Big cat demon with nine tails." Rice Cake Chief explained, before pulling another item out of his pocket, "Bamboo dragonflies can be exchanged for then one"

Mo Ran looks at the pile of flat sticks: "What's this again"

"Take one, stick it in the ground, spit on it and it turns into top wood, not the best, but pretty good."

Next, Rice Cake Chief gave him a bunch of weird and wonderful things, including shells that were bigger than a man, bells that blew snow in the wind, a flock of nesting swallows, bricks that paved their own way, a fire that understood human speech, and so on.

The most valuable item was a bag of coke made by Chu Wanning. Rice Cake Chief couldn't get enough of it and said it was the little rice cakes' favourite food, much to Mo Ran's surprise and amusement.

He said, "If Wangning didn't cook every day, I could bring you a lot of coke if you want.

He asked, "What can I get for coke?"

"Just you wait and see." Rice Cake Chief crunched on one of the charred pieces and gave a wave of his little pawpaw.

Soon Mo Ran saw a shimmering golden lotus pond sunken beside the flower field, the water flowing like molten gold, and out of it poked one exuberant snowdrop after another.

"A pond for your heart's desire." Rice Cake Chief said, "If you want a fish, go to the river and read it twice, then you will have a lotus leaf floating around to send you a mulberry, and a fresh lotus root, a young diamond, you can ask for it. It's enough for your birthday feast, how about that?

Mo Ran stared at the pond in silence for a moment, then turned to Rice Cake Chief and said firmly, "I'll bring you a sack of coke next time."

"Tseng, Tseng?" Rice Cake Chief stammered again in his excitement, "You were great."

Mo Ran said with all sincerity, "No, you're the best."

With the ingredients given to him by Rice Cake Chief, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

His Master's birthday was the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow was the Fairy Tramper personality, so he had to work fast, and as long as he was going to be busy in this box all day today, plus the day after, by the evening after he should be able to surprise his Master by leading him in after the long life noodles.

With this in mind, he quickly arranged for the demon cloths, the playthings and the timber to build his master an idyllic wonderland beyond the world. Mo Ran, who had moved the rafters with his hands and knees, was pleased to see that he had not wasted any money or disturbed anyone else.

This year's birthday feast will be more enjoyable than last year's!

However, Patriarch Mo was still too naive.

He had no desire to compete with him, but Fairy Tramper was a different person, and Fairy Tramper could have knocked herself out, so she was not willing to be overpowered by him.

You know that after Nanping Mountain retired, Fairy Tramper was at war with herself at every turn.

The everyday memories of the two personalities are not exactly shared, just shared as they come. This situation is actually worse than both complete knowledge and complete ignorance; it is like a veil separating them, tickling the mind and making it more likely to stir up trouble.

For example, a few days ago, Fairy Tramper was staring at Chu Wanning's porridge, and as she did so, she suddenly said, "As I recall, yesterday you were not making porridge."

"Yeah." Chu Wanning faded, "What's wrong?"

"But this seat doesn't remember exactly what you did yesterday."

"Didn't do any cooking, just went to the village and bought some buns."

Fairy Tramper quit, glaring with black and purple eyes and saying forcefully, "I want a bun too"

"You didn't get up yourself this morning and say you wanted porridge."

"No." Fairy Tramper said brutally, "This seat needs buns too, you can't just buy them for him and not for this seat."

"You might as well take your medicine."

"Ask for buns"

"Only porridge."

"Both porridge and buns."

Chu Wanning didn't even bother: "Eat it if you like, but don't."

Fairy Tramper was so angry that he almost fainted. He grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist and brought him over, pressing him against the edge of the stove, dropping his eyelashes and looking down eerily: "What's your attitude? Why does he get to eat solid buns and I get to drink rice?

"I only think you were less ill yesterday than you are today."

Fairy Tramper was silent for a moment, as if she wanted to be angry, but finally said with pathos: "Good, good. Chu Wanning, your words were a lie... I was never one... is this how you treat the same person?" "You can't even serve the same dish.

Chu Wanning was speechless, "The same person doesn't eat the same meal every morning, so stop it, the porridge will get cold."

Fairy Tramper exasperated, "No more drinks."

"No more drinks really."

"Don't drink."

Chu Wanning nodded, "OK, I'll give it to the dog's head then. It's just a pity about the cloud leg that was resting inside, it was your favourite last time."

""

That's it, Fairy Tramper is always in this state of jealousy with herself, fighting for favours and taking credit.

And the Patriarch Mo, as a cloudy, old-fashioned man who has lived through two worlds, is completely unable to understand this folly.

At the moment, Mo Ran is hard at work and has no idea what she will do in a few hours when she switches to her Fairy Tramper persona.

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