"Sure enough, she was pushed to this point by this matter."
"What did she say to you?"
It was the little cook who let Xiao Er cooperate with that demon soul back then, and it was also the little cook who, along with the demon soul, designed that disgusting green vegetable set meal.
Because of this relationship, he didn't trust the little cook and didn't say anything to Mu Anxiao.
"It seems," Mu Anxiao looked at Xiao Er's profile and smiled, "you know her very well."
"Mm."
"She said, she wants me to find that demon soul."
"What did you say?"
"Refused, and then..." Mu Anxiao didn't plan to explain too clearly to Xiao Er, so she deliberately paused for a few seconds, and continued: "there was no then."
"She wouldn't let you go easily."
"Yes, she really wouldn't let me go easily, but," Mu Anxiao's lips curved, "I earned her trust with my own intelligence."
"Trust?"
As far as Xiao Er understood the little cook, she was a woman blinded by greed. If there were no benefits, she wouldn't listen to anyone, let alone trust anyone.
Now that Mu Anxiao said this, it clearly surprised him.
Mu Anxiao asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Er said, "You mean, she trusts you."
"Mm, we had a good chat, what, you don't believe it?"
"No, I'm just a bit surprised."
"Surprised?" Mu Anxiao repeated, and chuckled, "Are you afraid your cook will become friends with me and ignore you!"
Xiao Er: "..."
Mu Anxiao smiled, "Can't be helped, I'm just that charming." As she spoke, she casually tossed her hair.
Xu Lan ate while watching Mu Anxiao's strange movements. Seeing Xu Lan, who was about to toss her hair, he stopped her and said, "Don't touch your hair when you're eating, it's dirty."
Xu Lan: "..." She obediently put her hand down.
Mu Anxiao shot Xu Lan a look, "Hey, what do you mean by that?"
"That gesture doesn't suit you," Xu Lan said and continued eating.
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her mouth twisted, and she let out a scoff.
Feng Qishi said, "Your hair fell into the porridge." He glanced at the bowl of porridge in front of Mu Anxiao.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi, then looked down and exclaimed in surprise. She reached out and grabbed one end of the hair, saying, "How disgusting." As she spoke, she pulled the hair from the surface of the porridge and casually threw it on the floor.
Xiao Er looked down at the strand of hair with sticky porridge on it that had fallen on the floor and said, "You clean up the floor later."
"I won't," Mu Anxiao glanced at Xiao Er, then picked up her chopsticks, stirred the porridge a couple of times, and frowned.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Anxiao: "..." She stared intently at the porridge and said quickly, "There's demonic energy in here."
Xiao Er: "Can you stop being so jumpy."
Mu Anxiao said, "There's demonic energy." As she spoke, she stirred it a couple more times.
Feng Qishi: "..." Like Xiao Er, he looked at Mu Anxiao speechlessly and said, "Do you have to dislike yourself so much?"
Mu Anxiao: "There really is de..."
"You're saying this because your hair fell into it and you don't want to eat it. Don't think we're blind and can't see through it."
As Feng Qishi said, Mu Anxiao was indeed thinking that.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She cautiously glanced at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi said, "If you don't eat it, there won't be anything to eat later."
"Why?"
"..." Feng Qishi continued eating.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She pouted, but still started eating.
Xu Lan asked, "Have you sensed the demon soul yet?"
Mu Anxiao finished the bowl of porridge in one go and said, "Not yet, what's wrong."
"Including today, there are only two days left."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao stopped moving and looked up at Xu Lan, who was staring at her, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Mu Anxiao had never heard Xu Lan mention any deadline from beginning to end.
Now that he suddenly brought it up, it surprised her.
"Yesterday, do you still remember what the demon soul said."
"Said?" Mu Anxiao repeated the monotonous word, lowered her head to think, and recalled the green light's words, "How many Yin Messengers, either died or were severely punished for failing their missions. You actually managed to find me, that's your ability too."
As the words fell, Mu Anxiao looked up at Xu Lan again and asked, "So, many Yin Messengers died because of this demon soul?"
Xu Lan: "..." He nodded slightly.
"You also have deadlines?"
"Mm."
"Then what will happen if the deadline passes?" Mu Anxiao asked, deliberately glancing at Xu Lan.
Xu Lan: "..." He sighed.
Xu Lan said, "If this mission fails, my master and I will be separated, and then, we will..." She deliberately used magic to block Xiao Er's ears and continued, "be demoted to soul spirits for fifty years."
Xiao Er was stunned, "..." He rubbed his ears but still couldn't hear anything.
"Will I become like that?"
"Yes." Xu Lan nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "If that happens, after my master and I return to our original forms, we will never see each other again."
Mu Anxiao asked again, "What if you succeed?"
Xu Lan: "If we succeed, my master and I will not be separated."
"Then will you still have to catch people like this in the future?"
"If we succeed, we won't have to."
"This?"
"Since you're here, naturally, such matters will be handed over to you to handle, and we'll just do our jobs."
Hearing Xu Lan's words, Mu Anxiao thought of the Yin Messengers who had died because of this demon soul and clenched her fists.
Then, Mu Anxiao suddenly felt that Hei Feng was truly a useless fellow who couldn't accomplish anything but was good at causing trouble.
Thinking about it, if it weren't for his unwarranted disdain, the Yin Messengers here wouldn't have to put on a brave face, right!
So, she sighed, "Alright, I'll try my best."
Xu Lan: "Thank you."
Mu Anxiao said, "Thanking me after it's done won't be too late." As she spoke, she continued to eat.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao, "..."
Xiao Er, giving up his hearing, still couldn't believe the little cook's claim of trusting Mu Anxiao. xxs1
Xu Lan glanced at Xiao Er and quietly used magic to remove the spell placed on him.
Downstairs.
The woman in green looked up at the little cook standing not far away, staring at them, and smiled, saying, "So delicious!"
Then, the little cook also smiled and gracefully walked to the table. She looked down at the leftovers from the women and her face immediately turned cold: "Finish it."
The woman in green said, "We can't eat anymore."
Then, the little cook, still with a cold face, spread her hands and conjured a cleaver: "If you don't finish it, I'll kill you."
The moment the little cook conjured the cleaver, the woman in green stiffened. After exchanging glances with the other women, they picked up their chopsticks and started eating again.
The little cook still held the cleaver and said, "That's more like it. It's not easy for me to cook."