Kill... Can't kill yet...

The heart of Taoism can not even plant the demon...

If he doesn't let him eat, he can't walk...

The insidious Taoist stood for a long time, and he had no expression or movement, but he seemed to sigh, so he turned around and began to walk towards the small noodle shop.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he immediately followed with a smile.

The small noodle restaurant was opened by two qi-refining clergy couples.

They have a low level of experience, so they open a noodle shop along the way to make a living by themselves.

Mo Hua had scanned it with his spiritual sense before. This was indeed just an ordinary noodle shop, and this couple was just an ordinary monk.

There are a few diners, most of whom are casual cultivators nearby, and nothing unusual.

Mo Hua and the two entered the door.

The shop with a simple face and wearing coarse cloth clothes came up and asked enthusiastically:

"Two distinguished guests, what should I eat?"

After he finished speaking, he was about to take a look at the demonic Taoist.

Mo Hua hurriedly walked forward, waved his hand, attracted his attention, preventing him from looking at the demonic Taoist, and then took out two spirit stones, and said with a crisp voice:

"Two bowls of noodles, hurry up!"

The ink painting has been calculated.

The spirit stones to eat noodles are given by yourself.

It should be impossible for my uncle to invite him...

He didn't dare to ask his uncle to ask...

Master is moody.

If he really makes him angry, he will be a demon in his heart and kill all the people in this small shop. That is his own sin.

When the store saw the spirit stone, he looked happy, but he was a little worried:

"Little brother, two spirit stones are a bit too many, two bowls of noodles don't have so many..."

"It's okay..." Mo Hua waved his hand, "Just put more dishes."

The store owner then looked happy and agreed with great gratitude.

Mo Hua looked at the shop owner's expression and felt a little emotional.

Two spirit stones are nothing to him now, but for these low-level casual cultivators, it is likely that they will earn a whole day of income...

In this world, there are thousands of spirit stones that are squandering.

There are also people who are "focusing" every day and are calculating...

Mo Hua sighed.

The intriguing Taoist looked slightly moved and looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

Afterwards, the two took the seat.

There are also a few diners in the store.

Mo Hua specially chose a remote corner, and even used her small body to block the demonic Taoist, so that the demonic Taoist would not see others, nor did others see the demonic Taoist.

The insidious Taoist looked indifferent and didn't seem to care.

These casual cultivators are just ants, and he doesn't care about them.

After a while, the store brought the noodles.

The noodles are very good, the dishes are very good, and there are even two slices of meat on it.

It looks not spiritual flesh, but a bit like the meat of a monster. It has a bit fishy smell, but it is not too heavy. It is not stewed too much, but it can also be eaten.

What I did with my mother is definitely not comparable.

But the taste is also good, the noodles are fragrant, and the soup is very strong.

Mo Hua has never been picky about food, but he is too hungry, so he holds a big bowl and sucks and eats steaming noodles.

After eating for a while, he raised his head and found that the demonic Taoist did not move his chopsticks at all.

Mo Hua thought while eating noodles...

His "master" is a demon who is a Taoist heart, and uses other people's bodies. In short, he should be considered a "dead person" now.

Dead people naturally don’t have to eat.

Mo Hua frowned and began to think about other problems...

Master... Where did you parasitize before?

Did he follow the master's traces all the way?

When did he start to calculate the position of his master and then start to make arrangements?

besides……

It was a coincidence that he appeared in Dalishan before...

When did he calculate the traces of his junior brother and senior sister?

Mo Hua ate a few bites of noodles, but still couldn't help it. He quietly glanced at the Taoist Taoist and whispered:

"Master..."

"Before, you were there by the sidelines?"

"And then watch the Son surrounding us."

"You can only take action when the junior sister, and the younger brother and others break the immortal talisman of life without the power to protect yourself..."

"Are you so unavailable to use the immortal talisman?"

...

Mo Hua nodded while talking, feeling that his calculations were reasonable.

The intrigue Taoist finally couldn't help it, looked at Mo Hua with dark eyes and said the first sentence along the way:

“Eat noodles…”

His voice was plain and cold, and he seemed a little unhappy...

"oh."

Mo Hua bowed her head honestly and ate the noodles in the bowl.

Until I finished eating the noodles in the bowl, Mo Hua didn't say anything anymore.

Then he raised his head, looked at the Jingtaoist, and couldn't help but look at the bowl of noodles in front of the Jingtaoist, and licked his lips.

Every porridge and every meal should be thought of how hard it is.

It cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua silently stretched out his little hand, brought the face of the evil Taoist to himself, and then buried his head and ate it...

The originally bare face of the Taoist silenced for a moment.

His dark eyes looked at Mo Hua, a little unbelievable...

...

After eating two bowls of noodles, they set off again.

Mo Hua was a little overeating, and her belly was round, so she walked in front and walked around to digest food.

The intrigue Taoist walked behind and looked at Mo Hua's back in confusion.

This little thing...is very strange...

He was a little confused.

It seems that my junior brother has set up some means, hidden secrets, and concealed the cause and effect...

What secret does junior brother hide in this child?

What kind of cause and effect is hidden?

Moreover, I hid this child like a baby so deeply and covered so tightly that I didn’t let myself know at all...

If he hadn't stood up by himself, he wouldn't even realize that he had accepted his junior brother, such a little apprentice...

The intrigue Taoist looked at the ink painting again and couldn't help but frown.

The spiritual roots are very poor, and the physical body is extremely poor.

There is no special bloodline.

The spiritual consciousness... Although it is a hazy way to peek through something, it is barely good.
To be continued...