Just as he was thinking about how to trick the little girl into sleeping sweetly, the two small hands holding his thighs suddenly became lighter.

In front of Bailian's eyes, her clothes were fluttering, and the little girl was gone.

He looked down with a silly expression, and saw that the little girl who was originally tugging at his thigh had turned into a soft little white tiger at the slightest disagreement.

Two little paws were hooked on his legs and dangled, and the tail was so cute that it was wrapped between Balian's calves. Her round head was rubbing against his body, trying her best to act coquettishly.

He kept making milky and milky meows from his mouth, and looked at Balian unblinkingly with his big, watery eyes, pitifully.

Upon seeing this, Yinling Guihu froze in Balian's arms like a thunderbolt. He was so shocked that he hid his head, embarrassed to show his old face.

Balian was also shocked. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Aren't you an ordinary girl? How could you become like this?"

The little white tiger that was between his legs slowly climbed up with its paws, biting a button between Balian's cuffs with its two pointed baby teeth.

It looked like she wanted to get into his arms.

The little white tiger made a soft and sweet girlish voice: "Since you are hanging around the little tiger, there are always one or two tricks to make people happy, isn't it? Brother, please put me in your arms quickly, I am more beautiful than him,

And my tail can change into the shape of my love for you."

As she said that, she wagged her tail proudly to show off, and the soft and fluffy tail end was easily rolled into a little love shape, coquettishly saying: "Brother, I want to eat meat."

No wonder she is able to stay by His Highness the Little Tiger's side all the year round without any cultivation. This ability to please is truly unique.

Balian's heart softened as he looked at her soft, cute and innocent look.

He could resist the beauty, but he couldn't resist the temptation of killing her.

He loves those furry and soft little animals.

When Afutu came back from Ghost Mountain, he ignored him for some reason. He even stopped eating radishes. He slept all day without sucking his ears. He didn't like bathing anymore and his eyes were very fierce.

, I feel a little disgusting for no reason.

Now facing this seductive little goblin, he really had no choice but to compromise.

As a result, the Yinling Guihu who was shrinking in his arms was freed up and put into Baili's sleeves.

It is famously said to have farted several times just now, making people smoky.

It's better to blow some air into your sleeves to remove the smell.

Although the corpse demon has no sense of smell.

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The rain fell all over the capital, and the windows were pounding.

The curtains outside the barbecue restaurant were fluttering and swaying in the light rain and breeze, like smoke seals, and the sky was dark.

There are endless pedestrians holding umbrellas, swaying lanterns, rows of red-walled and white-tiled houses, small bridges resting on the water, the city that never sleeps. After nightfall, this thousand-year-old city adds a sense of elegance to this gentle rain.

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The aroma of meat fills the long street, and even the rain can't resist the booming business of this small restaurant.

This barbecue restaurant is small in scale and is located in a very down-to-earth short alley. Most of the people in the restaurant are ordinary people.

Occasionally, a few semi-immortals with advanced cultivation skills would enter the small tavern and follow the local customs, gathering their aura, and mingle among the crowd, chatting and laughing.

Balian came to the entrance of the small restaurant, turned aside to close his umbrella, and shook off the rainwater on the umbrella. Looking at the crowded lobby of the small restaurant, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Because in such an ordinary barbecue restaurant, he felt the fireworks and five-flavor tea salt that did not belong to him.

After becoming a corpse demon, he has no memory of the past. Balian rarely goes to busy markets or places where mortals gather.

Because seeing these, he always feels that he is out of tune with the surrounding environment.

He was able to calmly ignore the famous people at the night banquet, as well as the monks and geniuses from all walks of life. He was also not afraid of the Wu tribe's provocations or the monks' drinking fights.

On the contrary, it was such a cozy little restaurant that he found it difficult to stay.

The capital city at night, the falling drizzle.

The young man stood in front of the small restaurant, quietly watching the people coming and going in the store, changing cups and cups. For some reason, the more ordinary things made him feel panicked and scared.

The stinging pain of turbulence came from the spiritual platform.

It was the underworld wolf that was screaming crazily in his shadow.

Balian came back to his senses, finally closed his umbrella and walked into the tavern.

The business here is very good, and there are many people coming for late-night snacks. The boss and the waiters seem to be too busy. Even if there are new customers coming in, they can't get around to pick them up one by one, so the guests can still find their own seats.

Down.

However, there are no empty tables in the store, and most new customers have to share tables with others.

Bai Lian looked around the surrounding environment and saw that it was really overcrowded, and it was difficult to find anyone to share a table with.

Finally, his eyes fell on a corner of the lobby, where there was a small table with only one woman sitting there.

The seat opposite her was empty, and there were two people who looked like guards standing next to her. Most of the people in the hall were ordinary people, so naturally they would not be so ignorant as to share a table with such a person.

To Balian, she didn't look like a half-immortal monk in the inner city, and she didn't have any aura of cultivation in her body.

The two female guards beside her seemed to be just ordinary warriors. The woman was wearing a light green skirt, with silver-edged dark patterns on the sleeves that shimmered with luster. Looking at this outfit, it looked like the outfit of a secular woman and a lady.

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Look at the way she keeps her fingers clean. Even the barbecue was cooked by the waiter and placed on the plate before she started taking off her chopsticks.

Bailian thought that such a refined woman might not want to share the same table with others.

It was just that the little white tiger girl in his arms kept talking about wanting to eat at this barbecue restaurant. Balian couldn't let her down, so he had to step forward and politely asked: "Hello, sorry to bother you, there are many customers in the store, and there are no free seats.

I wonder if we can share a table?”

The eyes of the two guards beside the woman instantly became extremely weird and exciting. One of them frowned, as if he was unhappy, and was about to send Balian away.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But before he could say anything, her master put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes to look at Balian. He seemed a little surprised, but his expression soon recovered.

Calm: "Young people can just do what they want."

I can't say he's very polite, but he's not as arrogant and unapproachable as I imagined.

Balian got permission from his master and took his seat openly with the two guards hiding their surprised eyes.

The woman sitting opposite him was not very beautiful, she was very ordinary in appearance, the kind of ordinary person who would be forgotten at first glance.

He is not the kind of ordinary-looking man with extraordinary bearing who hides himself in the city as mentioned in the storybook.

At least, in Balian's eyes at this moment, she was really just an ordinary woman who seemed to come from a wealthy family.

She wore a woman's hairpin, and she didn't know if she had already been married. She couldn't tell her age.

But the charm and temperament faintly revealed in her eyes suggest that her true age is much greater than her apparent age.

She didn't speak much, perhaps because the person sitting across from him was a stranger. A married woman would be somewhat shy about this, so she didn't even look at him again.

Balian also has a quiet temperament, and will not cause trouble to others without being sensible when it is convenient for others.

Although the business of the barbecue restaurant is booming and people come and go, the Kang tables and benches in the house are kept extremely clean. Green tile charcoal is burning vigorously in the square mud-red brick table, and there is a blanket on the table.

Iron pan and wire rack for grilling meat.

The ingredients in the store are abundant and salty. When you put the freshly sliced ​​meat on the iron rack, it will make a wonderful sound of sizzling oil in an instant.

Bai Lian first ordered five large plates of beef and mutton, several lamb legs, a large goose, three tubes of beef bones, and some fruits and vegetables.

This restaurant serves food very quickly, and the freshly slaughtered beef and mutton slices are still stained with fresh blood.

The woman sitting across from her was still very quiet. The two attendants beside her seemed to have quite good cooking skills. Their barbecue techniques were very professional. Bailian saw that they controlled the heat of every piece of meat grilled from their hands very well.

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The woman's eating movements were slow. She probably came from a scholarly family, and she ate in small bites as if no one was watching. She looked very gentle and elegant.

Every time the newly roasted meat is put into her bowl, it has to be left for a while to cool down before chewing, just like a cat eating.

The table for the two of them was not big, but in order to facilitate barbecue, the basic barbecue ingredients on the table, such as chili noodles, Sichuan peppercorns, and Fuyuvine, were taken to the other side of the table by the two guards.

Balian had no intention of getting up to get it, as that would inevitably be a bit rude, so he simply took the salt on the side and started grilling the meat himself on the other end of the iron plate.

Lay the lamb legs, goose and beef bones flat on the wire rack, use a knife to make a few small cuts in the thicker parts of the meat, and sprinkle with salt.

Take the berries that you ordered in advance, spread the fragrant juice evenly, and soon you will get a burst of meaty aroma.

After putting away the lamb legs, goose and beef bones, which were more difficult to roast, Bailian came to fry the barbecue slices.

The meat was sliced ​​very thin, and it only needed to be lightly seared on both sides before the meat was cooked through. Balian sprinkled the meat with salt and wrapped the thinly roasted meat slices around two cucumber slices.

Soon, all three large plates of barbecue were cooked and piled high. Balian didn't eat a bite, but calmly fed it to the shadow wolf.

Wangyue is also a glutton, and Bailian has always been very good at cooking. Even a picky person like Fang Geyu is very satisfied with the food he makes, let alone this person who has been hungry for thousands of years.

His chin is so wolfy.

With three large plates full of cooked meat in his belly, Mochizuki seemed to have found his parents, and there was no trace of anger at all. He snarled and stayed in his shadow without making any fuss, wagging his tail and waiting.

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To be continued...