My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 19

Mozun's life is always so boring and boring.

The third day, practice, night.

Indus courtyard.

Looking at the pale princess who had been lying on the bed for a day, the little maid was full of worry.

"Princess, let's not provoke that devil again, shall we?"

"No, we must persist. I have already told him to relax his vigilance, the devil eats marrow, how can he give up halfway?"

"But your body..."

"It's okay, you're just a devil."

There was a knock on the door,
The little maid got under the bed, and the princess staggered out.

Open the door.

The two looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

"coming?"

"Ah."

"Come in?"

"can."

"Lights off?"

"Row!"

Silhouettes coincide.

Fang Yang ate a bottle of elixir, and the princess clutched the hairpin tightly.

The movements are still familiar and tacit.

Come at Zishi, return at Maoshi!
Fang Yang left three bowls of wild ginseng porridge, the princess disdain...

Ask for six bowls.

……

The fourth day, practice, night.

"Princess, I really can't do this anymore, your face is too pale."

"It doesn't matter, I can persevere. Today I studied the fourth page hard, and I have learned everything by heart. The devil is dead today."

There was a knock on the door.

The little maid got under the bed, and the princess came out with the help of the wall.

Open the door.

The eyes of the two faced each other, and their faces were as white as paper.

"Come?"

"Ah."

"Enter?"

"Ah."

"Exit."

"Ah."

Silhouettes coincide.

Fang Yang ate two bottles of elixir, and the concubine clutched the hairpin tightly.

No chance of assassination.

Action: cooked.

Come at Zishi, return at Maoshi!
Fang Yang kept six bowls of wild ginseng porridge.

……

The fifth day, practice, night.

"Princess, please, that devil is too cruel, you really can't spoil yourself anymore."

"No...it doesn't matter, I can still last for a while, maybe today is the day when the devil dies."

There was a knock on the door.

The little maid got under the bed, and the princess came out holding a cane.

Open the door.

The two looked at each other, their eyes dull.

"Exit?"

"Ah."

Silhouettes coincide.

Fang Yang ate three bottles of elixir, and the concubine clutched the hairpin tightly.

Still no chance of assassination
Action: cooked.

Come at Zishi, return at Maoshi!
Fang Yang kept six bowls of wild ginseng porridge, and put dates in it according to the princess' request.

……

The sixth day, practice, night.

"Princess, do you want to continue tonight?"

"Should...should, this devil should be damned, I... I'll hold on for a while longer."

There was a knock on the door.

The little maid got under the bed, and the princess came out holding a cane.

Open the door.

The two looked at each other, their legs trembling.

"..."

Without saying a word, he walked into the house tacitly,

Silhouettes coincide.

Fang Yang ate four bottles of elixirs, and the concubine clutched the hairpin tightly.

still no chance of assassination
Action: cooked.

Come at Zishi, return at Maoshi!
Fang Yang left wild ginseng porridge, but the princess was displeased, and replaced it with bird's nest.

……

The seventh day, practice, night.

"..."

Looking at the silent little maid, the princess couldn't help asking.

"Ling'er, why didn't you persuade me?"

The little maid bit her lips tightly, hesitated for a while and said.

"I suspect that the princess is deliberately trying to be bullied."

"Nonsense...nonsense, I'm obviously doing this for revenge, to make that devil die without a place to bury him."

The concubine's face was serious, and she spoke righteously, but for some reason, she looked a little guilty.

No way, it was said to be an assassination, but none of them succeeded, and they didn't even wait for the chance to assassinate.

And she has been studying Hu Meizi's booklet, becoming more and more proficient and enchanting.

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

"Then the princess won't continue tonight?"

The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Continue to...continue."

There was a knock on the door.

The little maid got under the bed, but the princess... didn't come out.

She no longer has the strength to go out.

Fang Yang jumped into the wall,

See you again, the bed is already made.

Silhouettes coincide.

Fang Yang changed the bottle of elixir, and the concubine clutched the hairpin tightly.

still no chance of assassination
Action: cooked.

Come at Zishi, return at Maoshi!
Fang Yang left behind six bowls of bird's nest.

……

The eighth day, practice, night.

"..."

Looking at the little maid who had just cleaned up the house, she felt that it was almost time, so she consciously got under the bed.

The princess didn't even have the strength to refute.

He just bit his lip and lay dead on the bed.

The knock on the door sounded much weaker than the previous two days.

The princess clutched the hairpin tightly, intending to kill the thief, but unable to recover.

In the end, he could only sigh quietly.

"Ling'er, go and tell that devil that I contracted typhoid fever today, let him go back."

"what?"

Suddenly a head popped out from under the bed, the little maid was surprised, and finally nodded.

Quickly walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was a gentle summer breeze, and Fang Yang was also standing with the door supported, looking very weak.

At this time...

With a creak, the door opened.

A little girl in a bright yellow dress poked her head out from inside.

His almond eyes were bright, and he was looking at him vigilantly. Baozi still had some fear on his face, obviously terrified of him, the famous demon king.

"Mo...Mozun, my concubine is sick today, you can't bully him anymore, you'd better go back as soon as possible."

"sick?"

Fang Yang's eyes lit up and he was extremely excited. This was the first good news he had heard in a while.

There is quite a feeling of a bitter daughter-in-law becoming a mother-in-law.

too difficult!
Although the Demon Lord's body has been tempered many times, it is invulnerable to all diseases and evil spirits, and it can be called iron.

And the elixir of Chunqingtang is also very powerful.

But no matter how powerful it is, it can't stand this kind of rattling.

In the past few days, he practiced during the day and at night.

It was almost the same as the previous one, going mad and gone.

But there is no way, now that the eldest disciple is still on the mountain, the Devil Sect still has many enemies watching him closely.

He can't show any strangeness.

Moreover, it is also for the sake of marriage, and for the grand meeting three months later.

I can barely maintain the habit of keeping my diary updated every day.

However, four hours each time.

It's really inhuman.

He had long wanted to rest for a day,
Fortunately, the princess is sick now, otherwise he would not be able to make up his mind.

"I understand!"

"You let the princess have a good rest. Tomorrow, I will send people to send medicinal materials, and in addition, I will also send some supplements."

"For the sake of her health, let her rest for a while."

With that said, Fang Yang swaggered away.

The little maid looked at Fang Yang's tall back and murmured softly.

"This...is the Demon Lord?"

"Why is the demon king different from what he imagined?"

She froze in place, racking her brains to think about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what was going on.

In the end, he could only tap his head, and hurried back to the house, wanting to take more care of the princess.

……

Inside the Mozun Pavilion!

Fang Yang came back panting, looking very tired and tired.

Thinking of the maid just now, I was a little puzzled.

In fact, Mozun's diary recorded this maid. When Mozun captured Princess Zhennan, there were two girls and one cat. He knew all about it.

only……

He went to Wutong Courtyard so many times in the past few days, but he didn't see any trace of the maid.

I thought the servant girl had gone down the mountain long ago, or died young.

I didn't expect to come across it tonight.

Here comes the question, where did the little maid go before that?Why has he never seen it?
Could it be that the other party will still be invisible?

Fang Yang thought for a long time, but found nothing, and finally shook his head simply, not thinking so much anymore.

Just practice.

The night is lingering, and the chirping of cicadas outside is particularly noisy today.

The back mountain has also become quiet and elegant.

The hot spring water is still rippling, with layers of mist floating on it.

Only three figures were missing.

They are Princess Zhennan, Snow White Lion Cat, Ye Qinghong...

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