When Gu Mang came back, Mo Xi was already awake. He was leaning against the side of the bed and resting with his eyes closed. When he heard the noise, he did not open his eyes. He just asked indifferently, "Where did you go?"
"Me? I didn't go anywhere. " Gu Mang still had that infuriating scoundrel smile on his face, but his beautiful eyes lowered guiltily as he glanced left and right, searching for an excuse. "I was too bored, so I went out to shop and see pretty girls or something."
Mo Xi did not say anything. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to look at him coldly. His sharp eyebrows seemed to be able to see through people easily.
Gu Mang felt even more guilty. He blinked his black eyes and explained in a gentle voice, "Well, I cast a spell in the guest room. I didn't leave you alone."
"Who cares about that." Mo Xi said, "Where is the ghost you caught?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Interrogate him."
"Uh … Didn't we agree to interrogate him after you've rested?" Gu Mang said to Mo Xi with a smile when he felt the little wooden man twisting uneasily in his Qiankun Bag. "Let's wait until tomorrow. I just checked it. It hasn't gathered its primordial spirit yet. I'm afraid it can't answer any of your questions."
Before Mo Xi could question him, Gu Mang laughed and said, "Oh right, do you want to eat anything? I'll go down and buy it for you. How about fish porridge? "
"No need."
"Okay, lean meat porridge then. Lie down obediently. I'll be back soon." After saying that, he left the room and closed the door with a bang.
Mo Xi, "…"
After a while, the door opened again. Gu Mang returned to the room. "Where's your money bag?"
Mo Xi frowned and said, "On the tea table. Why?"
Gu Mang walked over and saw that Young Master Mo's money bag was carelessly thrown beside the vase on the tea table. Like a mole stealing fruit, he took out a handful of shell coins and stuffed them into his pocket.
"… What are you doing?"
"I'm using money to buy porridge for you. Do you want me to pay for it?" Gu Mang said confidently and walked away.
Walking up the stairs, the little wooden man poked his head out and asked curiously, "Why didn't you tell him what we found? I think he's quite a ruthless person. If you want to investigate something, he'll definitely be able to help. "
Gu Mang stretched out a finger to press it down and said, "He is quite ruthless. I counted when I was debriding his wounds. Do you know how many cuts he made on his hand to stay conscious?"
The little wooden man shook his head.
Gu Mang said, "Twenty-seven."
"His entire palm has been slashed, and his leg has been stabbed three or four times. All of them are so deep that the bone can be seen."
The little wooden man didn't want to stay in the Qiankun bag, so it struggled to poke its head out and said flatteringly, "That Young Master Mo is really intimidating."
Gu Mang squinted at it maliciously, "Who gave it to you?"
"…" The little wooden man retracted his head back into the bag.
Gu Mang swaggered down the stairs and said to himself, "I can't let him participate in the next appointment. It was my fault that he suffered because I didn't do it well. His trial is already over. Now it's just you and me. We'll settle this matter tonight. Do you understand? "
The little wooden man's muffled voice came from the Qiankun bag, "Oh, I understand."
However, when Gu Mang went upstairs with the porridge, the wooden man in the bag couldn't help but mutter, "Little immortal elder brother, to be honest, that noble young master isn't as noble as you think."
Gu Mang didn't care and asked casually, "What?"
"I said, the young master in the guest room is just like the noble who killed me. They're both beasts dressed in human clothing." The little wooden man muttered, "I've seen his nature. He's just suppressing himself. Or rather, no one has made him lose his mind and expose his innermost thoughts. He's not what he looks like at all. I tried to make him submit yesterday, but he was too stubborn. That's why I failed. "
"The noble young master has another face that isn't noble. It's just that the young master doesn't want to accept it."
Gu Mang immediately thought of Mo Xi's handsome face. Because of his forbearance and suppression, his facial features were particularly sinister, and his scarlet eyes were dangerous.
That pair of eyes suddenly opened from last night's memories and looked at him anxiously and with restraint. Gu Mang felt as if he was being stared at by a vulture. He couldn't help but feel a strong chill. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up." He punched the Qiankun bag.
The little wooden man cried out in pain and immediately stopped talking.
The porridge was cooked with japonica rice. Since it was Mo Jie's money, Gu Mang generously stuffed a few extra shell coins to the inn's waiter and coaxed the chubby female cook to add more ingredients. Thus, when it reached Mo Jie's hands, it was a bowl full of thick, fragrant porridge. The minced meat was very finely mixed, and the porridge was tender and smooth. On top of it were green onions, white sesame seeds, and lightly fried rice crust. There was even a yellow hard-boiled egg cut into two.
It was a very tempting bowl. Although the ingredients weren't very expensive and the chef's skills couldn't compare to the Mo family's chef, Gu Mang himself was quite satisfied with the smell.
But who knew that the young master wasn't easy to serve. Because he insisted on not letting anyone feed him, he had to use bandages to slowly feed him. Not only was it strenuous to eat, it was also very embarrassing. After three or four spoonfuls, Mo Xi silently put down the spoon.
"You don't want it anymore?"
"I don't want it anymore."
"You … this is … too … wasteful …"
Mo Xi frowned and asked, "What's wasteful?"
Hearing this, the little wooden man got angry. Obviously, he thought of the days when he was rich and meat went to waste. He angrily stomped his feet in the Qiankun bag.
Only then did Gu Mang realize that the young master in front of him didn't know the cost of daily necessities. It was a waste of effort to bargain with him. He could only coax him, "You'll recover slowly if you're hungry. In any case, you should eat more."
But Mo Xi looked tired and didn't want to use the spoon again. Gu Mang didn't know what to do. He stared at the porridge bowl. It was impossible. There was a lot of meat in it. If he really poured it out, he would be very distressed. So in the end, he turned around and went out. He found a place to squat down, hugged the bowl and secretly ate by himself.
Hearing the noise, the little wooden man crawled out of the Qiankun bag and looked. He was shocked.
"What are you doing?"
Gu Mang didn't even raise his head, "Eating."
"But this was eaten by the noble young master!"
"Didn't you say he's a noble young master?" Gu Mang said indifferently, "Anyway, the way he eats is very refined. He doesn't eat spoonful after spoonful. Look, he only ate a few spoonfuls. It's fine."
"But this is leftovers!"
"You've never eaten leftovers before?"
"… But you're a cultivator …" The little wooden man was a bit confused, "You cultivators should … should …"
Gu Mang ate the sweet egg that Mo Xi didn't even touch and said vaguely, "Should what?"
The little wooden man was speechless, "Noble and elegant …"
Gu Mang quickly ate the porridge and stuffed his mouth full. His cheeks were bulging and he looked at the little wooden man as if he was looking at an idiot, "Then it seems you have a big misunderstanding about cultivators. Not all cultivators in Chong Hua Academy are nobles." After saying that, he lowered his head and ate like a hungry ghost.
The little wooden man's awareness was refreshed. It climbed up shakily and used its small hand to poke Gu Mang's bulging cheek, still unwilling to give up. "If you're hungry, why don't you go buy yourself another portion?"
"I don't have money."
The little wooden man almost fell off his shoulder.
"Aren't you very rich?! You disregard human life and do whatever you want. That meat pool … that forest something! "
"Thank you for your kind words." Gu Mang said very indifferently, "I also hope that I can have a meteoric rise in the future. Meat pool and wine forest."
At this time, the door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened with a click. The little wooden man immediately slid into the Qiankun bag. Gu Mang was also shocked. He hurriedly hid the rice bowl behind him and quickly licked the rice off the corner of his mouth. He stared at the person standing in the warm yellow light with his eyes wide open.
Mo Xi, "… Why are you squatting?"
Gu Mang silently swallowed the porridge in his mouth. His face was not red and his heart was not beating fast, "… Thinking about life."
"Do you need to squat?"
"Hahahahaha." Gu Mang laughed reluctantly, "Personal preference."
Mo Xi looked back and forth at him without saying a word. He didn't intend to comment on his "personal preference" and only said, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll come in in a while." After all, he hadn't finished his porridge.
However, Gu Mang's mouth was a liar. When Gu Mang said "in a while", in fact, Mo Xi had been sitting in front of the table for a long time with his eyes closed. This guy came in slowly and even licked his lips suspiciously.
"Junior brother, why are you looking for me?"
Under the dim light, Mo Xi's face looked very pale. His lips were barely red and his cheeks were as transparent as ice jade. He was no longer embarrassed in front of Gu Mang. The young man seemed to be quite good at psychological adjustment. He was calm, cold and expressionless. It was as if he didn't know who the young man who kissed Gu Mang and did those rough things to Senior brother Gu was. Only a few slender white fingers peeked out from under the gauze and unconsciously clasped the corner of the table, revealing his inner annoyance.
"Junior brother?"
"Once is enough." Mo Xi opened his eyes and glanced at him from under his thick eyelashes. "Sit."
Although the other party was younger than him, his aura was very intimidating. Gu Mang sat down on the round stool opposite him and looked at him with uncertainty.
Mo Xi said, "When you weren't here today, I planned to go to Miss Su's residence to return the umbrella."
"Oh … and then? This village is full of twists and turns. Do you still remember the way to her house? "
"I don't remember, so I went to look for the shopkeeper. I asked him the way to the embroidered maiden's house in the village. He didn't tell me right away. Instead, he asked me why I wanted to go there. "
Gu Mang said jokingly, "I'm afraid that one of the shopkeeper's sons likes Miss Su. He saw that you were so handsome and came to look for her. He was afraid that you would snatch the girl from them."
"Stop laughing." Mo Xi said, "I told the shopkeeper that I borrowed an umbrella from Miss Su. I was going to return the umbrella."
"Then did he tell you the location?"
"Oh … and then you went there by yourself?"
Mo Xi shook his head. "I didn't go to return the umbrella."
Gu Mang was startled and asked curiously, "Why didn't you return it? Were you afraid that she would scold and beat you if she knew that you went to the local temple?"
"…" Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and looked up after a while. "The shopkeeper said that the embroidered maiden, Miss Su, passed away not long ago."
"The day we took shelter from the rain was the seventh day of her death."
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