Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

In the future, it is even more affectionate.

Obviously the cultivation base is higher than Lan Qing's name, but Bai Yuming just walked recklessly and didn't look ahead. Several times he was blocked by Mo Shulin with his hand and didn't run into other people.

Finally found an empty booth in the corner. Mo Shulin cleaned up and set up the stall diligently, but Bai Yuming was a fart. Sitting on the couch that Mo Shulin took out of the storage bag, he bit the rabbit candy man and looked at the industrious Mo Shulin.

When Mo Shulin raised his head, Bai Yuming would look away pretendingly. Mo Shulin would take the opportunity to look at it for a while, then lower his head and continue to take the things out, with a smile on his mouth.

Lan Qingming said that he was really full, and looked away.

At first, he thought that Mo Shulin was putting calligraphy and painting, and he would take out stacks of rice paper. When he found out that there were all rabbit paw prints on the paper, he was full of question marks.

what is this?

Aiwu and Wu, so you want to sell your favorite rabbit handprints?

Will anyone buy this stuff?

Before Lan Qingming could fully understand whether these papers could make money, there was a man with a horse head and two followers with the same horse head.

"This calligraphy is shocked as a sky rabbit!" The White Horse Demon King flicked his mane, picked up a piece of rice paper, and turned his head to admire the rabbit paw prints.

The horse's eyes are on both sides of the skull, and it cannot look straight ahead like a human. To see something, the White Horse Demon King could only look sideways or lower his head. As the king of the white horse clan, how could he bow his head?

Eating Sugar Man’s Bai Yuming: "..."

I don't know why, he always feels that this kind of sentence will come from a demon he has never seen before.

"The White Horse Demon King, look up for a long time. Unexpectedly, you will see the Demon King here, disrespectful and disrespectful." Mo Shulin didn't hide, and was generous with the white horse demon in front of us. "We have such thoughts, but still Thanks to your calligraphy, the White Horse Demon King. We still treasure it today."

Mo Shulin took out the book full of horseshoe prints from the storage bag.

The White Horse Demon King was surprised to be recognized by others, and then immersed in Mo Shulin's respect for it.

You know that the demon world is not as big as the cultivator, but the leader of a race in it can claim to be the demon king, and the white horses are born to run and love freedom. Cultivation is of medium talent and is naturally not as respected as the top races of the dragon and the Feng clan. .

It is not easy to be called the White Horse Demon King in a foreign country.

And Mo Shulin not only honored it as the Demon King, but also preserved its calligraphy. This time, the White Horse Demon King's heart was poked through.

The White Horse Demon King hugged Mo Shulin without saying a word, wanted to be brothers with Mo Shulin, and threatened to buy all of Bai Yuming's calligraphy, indicating that his soul cherishes his soul.

Hearing that the White Horse Demon King was about to buy the entire stall, Bai Yuming's eyes suddenly brightened.

But Mo Shulin knew how poor this pretending white horse was, so he wanted to betray such bad ideas as calligraphy. If this is a price that the White Horse Demon King cannot afford, the White Horse Demon King will not come to Taiwan. And if he offered a low price in order not to offend the White Horse Demon King, all his master's hard work was wasted.

Therefore, Mo Shulin smiled very sincerely, "This is not good."

As soon as he heard these four words, the White Horse Demon King suddenly felt that he was shamed, and looked at Mo Shulin displeased.

Mo Shulin still smiled softly, "White Horse Demon King, you also sell calligraphy. Naturally, you know how much the calligraphy is not sold, but also whether you have a friend."

The White Horse Demon King nodded as he felt reasonable.

"But the White Horse Demon King, you bought all the calligraphy, but other people who appreciate calligraphy don't have to buy it. This is how uncomfortable for those who can't buy the calligraphy." Mo Shulin said, picking it up. A piece of calligraphy, package it for the White Horse Demon King, "We got inspiration from the White Horse Demon King, how can we collect the money from the White Horse Demon King. If the White Horse Demon King likes it, this one will be used as a gift to the White Horse Demon King. "

"In this way, we have your calligraphy of the White Horse Demon King, and you also have our calligraphy."

"We are here to meet friends and confidantes."

Mo Shulin blew the white horse demon king exuberantly.

The two entourages who had been forced by the White Horse Demon King to buy those hoof prints were also stunned. They almost didn't remember that they had only met these people for a short time, and they really gave birth to a kind of confidant for many years. The familiarity of meeting.

The two outside horses are like this, and the White Horse Demon King who is in the rainbow fart floats even more.

The White Horse Demon King was so happy that his horse's mouth was split open, and he raised his head and laughed, raising the long horse face, abruptly raising his height by five centimeters. Bai Yuming saw the horse smiling for the first time, and he was so staying that Tang Ren even forgot to eat.

The White Horse Demon King smiled and patted Mo Shulin on the shoulder, and took the small gift box that Mo Shulin handed over, "You little guy can talk, you brother, I have agreed with the White Horse Demon King."

"Xie Baima Demon King is sure that this is the calligrapher, Bai Ming." Mo Shulin did not forget the name of Lan Qing on the other side. "This is a fellow Taoist who came to Baichuan City this time, Lan Qingming. ."

The White Horse Demon King smiled and nodded to the two. First greet Bai Yuming, and then to Lan Qingming, thinking of something, his attitude suddenly changed. It whizzed its head and turned to the other side, one eye was facing Bai Yuming, and the slender horse eyelashes fluttered twice. It was obvious that Bai Yuming had a higher cultivation level than it. It is incredible.

The White Horse Demon King looked at the calligraphy and thought it was the handprint of a rabbit, but then remembered that Mo Shulin said that this was the calligraphy and painting artist.

Rabbit, the cultivation base is higher than the Demon King?

All of a sudden, there was chaos.

Regardless of whether you really believe it or believe it first, the White Horse Demon King changed his attitude, holding the calligraphy in both hands, obviously respectful, "Brother Bai Mingtu is good. My surname is Bai, and my name is Mawang."

It seems that because many people have questioned this name, the White Horse Demon King hurriedly said: "This is the real name. As you know, most of our demon races are affected by blood, and most of them are hereditary systems. My father is a rough horse, don't you think? Just let me be called the King of White Horse when I give out my name."

Bai Yuming smiled and nodded, without questioning the meaning of the name.

It's just that Bai Yuming didn't go against his will and exchange too many ideas with strangers without involving too many interests.

The White Horse Demon King didn't mind either. Mo Shulin's boast just now, he completely regarded Bai Yuming's indifference as the fans' bewilderment when they saw their idols.

"White Horse Demon King, it is estimated that the auction will be almost time." An entourage saw the sky and reminded him.

They are not a big family, it is rare to have a chance to enter the field, it is better to be earlier.

"Yes." The White Horse Demon King hurriedly said goodbye to several people, and said that he hoped to see him by chance. If you can find him in the demon world, he will definitely come up with the best horse milk wine to greet Bai Yuming. Before leaving, the White Horse Demon King gave Bai Yuming a bunch of white horse hair.

Bai Yuming wanted to pick it up personally, but Mo Shulin was the first to pick it up.

How could he let Bai Yuming pick up this kind of thing. This is pony tail hair, the thing closest to the ass.

Bai Yuming felt that the opening was unfavorable after sending away the White Horse Demon King.

As soon as I set up a stall and had no income, I lost a piece of paper and a gift box.

The White Horse Demon King was given away, and Mo Shulin thought that he would have to wander around with Lan Qingming for a while. Worried that he would be out of town for a long time, so tired and half dead, he gave the same calligraphy to Lan Qingming.

Although Lan Qingming was happy that he was treated the same as the White Horse Demon King, he remembered that there was a piece of rice paper with rabbit paw prints inside the box, and the joy of receiving gifts suddenly disappeared. What makes him even more depressed is that with this collection, he lost the opportunity to inquire.

When I first saw it, I asked a question, and it was curious. Nowadays, when receiving gifts, they ask people what the rice paper is. This is obviously a question of gifts. Unless the person giving the gift directly said it, it would be very impolite to ask others what is the use as soon as they receive it.

Of course, this courtesy is entirely due to Lan Qingming's belief that this rabbit paw print is useless. If it is a precious thing, it will naturally ask again and again what its purpose is, and I want to help show it to everyone.

After setting up the booth, Mo Shulin continued to be Lan Qingming's tour guide. Bai Yuming stayed at the stall and had nothing to do.

Bai Yuming looks good, and his white clothes are very attractive, but after he stepped into the Tribulation Period, the rabbit handprint has made a qualitative leap. Others couldn't feel the aura on the rice paper at all, and they thought it was a very ordinary seal. Therefore, neither White Horse Demon King nor Lan Qingming recognized anything.

Mo Shulin is also a cultivator in the Qi refining period. He can't detect the gaps, only knows the purpose.

Although Bai Yuming knew the difference, he didn't have a strong desire to make money, so he didn't shame his face to sell it. After sitting in the booth, Xianfeng took out the "Sword Qi Lun" and continued to pretend to be an immortal who has nothing to do with the world.

Passers-by will take a look at Bai Yuming's appearance, and then will be persuaded by the paper on the booth.

There is a rich young man who wants to molest Bai Yuming, but Bai Yuming coldly sells an unbelievable high price. The rich young man wants to be angry, but when he is warned by Bai Yuming's eyes, he will become confused.

This morning passed, and the crowds in front of him were crowded, and the stalls next to them seemed to be crowded. Only Bai Yuming was deserted and without a piece of paper.

Bai Yuming couldn't help thinking of the days when he set up a stall with Mo Shulin.

In the same morning, Mo Shulin emptied everything in the stall, but he didn't sell any of them.

Why is there such a big gap between this person?

I miss Mo Shulin.

There is no cell phone in this world, so I'm so idle that I can't send a text message to Mo Shulin. Although they are all reading books, this person comes and goes.

Bai Yuming Xizi sighed, causing men and women on the street to turn their heads frequently. This cultivator is so good-looking, why can't I think about selling that weird thing? What a pity, what a pity.

Just when Bai Yuming was uncomfortable and bored, and when he wanted to close the stall, Bai Yuming heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, no, no. I can't find a single position today." The little gourd spirit was on his father's head, and he hooked his father's hair bun with the gourd vine to prevent it from falling.

"It's not that you overslept." The owner of the gourd was also looking for it, but it was almost noon, and there was almost no possibility of finding it.

"No. Obviously, you overslept too. It's really impossible to have a mother." Little Calabash Jing was extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking of his daughter-in-law, the gourd stall owner felt uncomfortable.

But if they don’t sell anything, they will be even more uncomfortable if they don’t have the spirit stone to pay the room fee.

"Ah! It's a rabbit! The rabbit has a booth, let's go over and set up a side." Little gourd's eyes were sharp, and he used the gourd vine to pull his father's bun, and used the direction of the bun to tell Bai Yuming where he was.

"Hey hey, don't pull so hard. My leaves are going to be bald by you." The gourd stall owner shouted, walking in that direction.

When I walked to the stall, I was dumbfounded when I saw the white jade tea of ​​Xianfengdao bone. Who is this person?

Little Gourd Jing didn't notice the doubts of the gourd stall owner. It swayed the gourd vine and landed on the stall, "Wow, rabbit, you are amazing, is this the writing of your rabbit clan? You actually sell calligraphy?"

The little gourd spirit admired it, and couldn't help complaining, "Your rabbit clan's writing looks well written, unlike our gourd. I used the brush to write for a long time, and if I didn't write well, my father would smoke me."

Bai Yuming was speechless when asked. These are all rabbit handprints, how come they become calligraphy? Is it possible that this is also the child who has been poisoned by the White Horse Demon King?

Seeing that Bai Yuming did not answer, the owner of the gourd stall thought that the child had recognized the wrong person, and hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, this immortal is very sorry. My child's eyesight is not very good, and it recognized the wrong person. Sorry, sorry."

Little Calabash Jing wanted to say that he did not admit his mistake, but was hugged by the gourd stall owner and was not allowed to speak.

Bai Yuming waved his hand, "I didn't admit it, it was me."

The gourd stall owner couldn't believe it, but he saw the rabbit paw prints on the stall and looked at Bai Yuming again. After seeing Bai Yuming nodding, he believed Bai Yuming's words.

Little Calabash Jing was smug, "Just say I didn't admit the wrong person. I definitely didn't admit it last time. They must have lied."

"My things are all the same, there is no need to place so many places, please." Bai Yuming reached out and invited the gourd stall owner to join him.

While reaching out to invite, those rice papers floated up one by one, stacked neatly, and finally occupied only one-third of the booth.

Bai Yuming's seat was already tilted to one side, so there was no need to move it.

The owner of the gourd stall was very happy, and set up a stall quickly after thanking him.

The little gourd spirit shook the gourd vine, carefully studied the white jade tea, and said: "Oh, rabbit, no matter how your personality has changed since you became a human. I still like your fatness..."

Before the words were finished, Xiao Hulujing's mouth was sealed by an invisible force.

Xiao Hulu Jing looked at Bai Yuming's fierce milk. Not really angry, but with a clear warning not to be said.

Small gourd essence: "..."

Ok. The fat rabbit is unwilling to accept the fact that he is fat.

Adults, I always like to live in lies.