Article 21

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Glancing at Mo Ran blankly, he bit the pen and said vaguely, "Come here."

The ink burned.

It's a bit difficult, because the house has nowhere to stay, with artwork and broken pieces of metal littered all over the place.

The ink burned his brows and twitched. In his last life, he never entered the room of Chu Wanning. I didn't know that this beautiful man in well-dressed, where he lived was so messy... It's hard to say.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"God of Night."

"What?"

Chu nightning was a little impatient, probably because he was holding a pen and it was inconvenient to speak: "Yiyoushen."

The ink burned silently at the pile of messy parts on the ground.

His master is known as Chu Zongshi, not a false name. In all honesty, Chu nightning is a very strong man, whether it is his three god-level weapons, his enchantment technique, or his mechanism-making technique, he is worthy of the words "reaching the peak". This is also why he has such a bad temper and is so difficult to serve, but the major cultivators are still fighting to snatch him.

For "Night You God", the rebirth of the ink burn is very clear.

It is a kind of mecha made by Chu Wanning. The price is low and the combat power is strong. It can guard the ordinary people of Xiujie at night from the general ghosts.

In the previous life, the well-made Yeyoushen almost became a must-have mecha for every household. The price of each one was equivalent to a broom, and the effect was much better than that of the grinning door god.

After Chu Wanning died, these night wandering gods still guarded those poor people who could not afford the Taoist priest. This compassionate mind, coupled with Chu nightning's indifference to the apprentices... Hehe, it really makes the ink burn.

The ink burned and sat down, looking at the "Night Youshen" who was just a bunch of parts at this time. The past events slipped past from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but pick up a knuckle of the Night Wandering God and hold it in his hand to take a closer look.

Chu nightning buckled the parts of the falcon, and finally freed up his hand, took down the pen that had been biting in his mouth, and glared at the ink: "That one just got tung oil, you can't touch it."

"Oh..." Mo Ran put down his knuckles, adjusted his emotions, and was still cute and harmless to humans and animals, and asked with a smile, "Master called me over, did you intend to ask me to help?"

Chu nightning said: "Well."

"do what?"

"Clean up the house."

The smoldering smile froze, and he looked at the general room after the earthquake: "..."

Chu nightning is a genius in immortality and an idiot in life.

After cleaning up the fifth teacup that was not swept away in time, the ink burned finally a little bit unbearable: "Master, how long have you not taken care of this house? My God, it's so messy!"

Chu nightning was looking at the drawings, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Almost a year."

Ink burning: "…………"

"Where do you usually sleep?"

"What?" There may be a problem with the drawing. Chu nightning was disturbed, and he seemed more impatient than usual. He rubbed his hair and replied angrily, "Of course it's sleeping."

The ink burned and glanced at the chuáng, which was full of various mechas that had been completed for the most part, as well as a series of tools such as saws, axes, files, etc., each of which was cold and sharp.

Awesome, why didn't this person cut off his head when he was sleeping?

After being busy for a long time, the three dustpans were swept away by the sawdust and dust on the floor, and the white towel that wiped the shelves of the bookcase was blackened by more than ten pieces. By noon, it was only half finished.

Fucking Chu nightning, this person is really more poisonous than a poisonous woman.

Tidying up the room doesn't seem like a serious punishment, and it doesn't seem like a coolie to say it, but who knew it was such a ghost place that hasn't been cleaned in 365 days? Don't say that you have scars all over your body, even if you are in good health now, you can be exhausted half your life with such tossing!

"Master..."

"Ok?"

"Your pile of clothes..." It must have been three months.

Chu nightning finally connected an arm of Yeyoushen, he rubbed his sore shoulders, looked up at the robes on the trunk, and said coldly: "I wash it myself."

The ink burned a sigh of relief, thank God, and then a little curious: "Hey? Master will wash clothes?"

Chu nightning glanced at him, and after a while, he said coldly: "What's so difficult about this? Throw it in the water, soak it, pick it up, and dry it."

"..." I really don't know how the girls who are sympathetic to Grandmaster Chu will feel when they hear these words. The ink burns deeply that this man who is despised is really disgusting, and it breaks a lot of hearts to say it.

"It's getting late, you can go to the dining room with me, and I'll take care of the rest."

People come and go in Meng Po Tang, and the disciples at the top of the dead are eating in groups of three or five. Chu nightning took a lacquered wooden tray and took a few dishes and sat silently in the corner.

With him as the core, the surrounding twenty feet gradually became empty.

No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yuheng, for fear that if he was unhappy, throwing out Tianwen would be a slap in the face. Chu nightning himself is actually very clear about this, but he doesn't mind, a cold beauty is sitting there, eating the things in the bowl gently.

But today, it's different.

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