When Tang Buxiu pushed open the screen, it was already empty, with only the leftovers leftovers.

Tang Buxiu just looked at the same time and decided that the mushrooms were not here. If the mushrooms were there, how could there be leftovers?

Sometimes, if you know a person too much, a fixed pattern will appear, bringing people into the ditch.

Hua Fumo has always wanted to know who Tang Buxi was, but so far, he only knew that his surname was Tang. If you ask more questions, Tang Buxi would brainwash him and talk about what kind of practice method. Therefore, it is better to read more than asking more questions.

Hua Fenmo followed Tang Buxi and asked, "But the mushroom?" Now, he can confirm that the mushroom is a human, not the chicken stewed mushrooms in Tang Buxi's mouth.

Tang Buxiu, who had never had a temper, raised his eyebrows slightly, showed a warning look, and said domineeringly: "Yes and no, are both my own mushrooms. The mushrooms you say from your mouth can only be stewed with chickens."

Hua Fenmo was speechless. No matter which mushroom, isn't it just the word "mushroom"? Could it be that there are other names? Although he was dissatisfied, he was secretly happy. He finally knew the weakness of this young master Tang! Mushroom, hehe, mushroom...

Tang Buxiu turned around and walked towards the madam, and the expression on his face changed very naturally. That domineering aura seemed to be just a flash in the pan, and what really existed was always cynical and untuned. Oh, it was wrong, it was seriously untuned.

Hua Fanmo looked at Tang Buxiu's back, and had no confidence that he could use it for his own purposes. He wanted to drive away others. However, it was easy to ask God to send him away, but why did the ancestor Buxiu insist on creating the small glory of Mo Jufang with him.

The madam led the people from Mo Jufang to the mat, and everyone divided them into four tables to prepare. The madam ordered people to serve good wine and food, and then his eyes turned and he looked at Tang Buxiu again. The madam's eyes were so beautiful that he noticed him from the moment Tang Buxiu walked in. He had never seen any handsome men at the age of the madam, but none of them were like Tang Buxiu, who could slip into people's hearts while raising his hands and feet, which was unforgettable.

The madam asked, "I don't know what this young master is called?"

Tang Buxiu replied: "I'm the last name of Tang, I don't know what the girl calls me?"

The madam who is over 40 years old is called a girl. The heart that has been silent for many years floats instantly, and her nose is filled with the smell of wind and flowers, which is so intoxicating!

The madam was very happy, restrained her charming attitude, and curled her eyes at Tang Buxiu and said, "I'm He Gu."

Hua Fenmo picked up the wine glass and said, "Young Master Tang just joined our Mo Jufang, so my mother still needs to give me more."

The madam replied: "Natural and natural, they are all their own people, and I should take care of them by my own family."

Everyone cheered up cups, recited poems, painted, and sang small songs, which was very pleasant.

The spectators around him surrounded him, watched, laughed, made a fuss, went crazy.

The madam sneaked upstairs and asked Duanmu Yan what he meant.

Tang Buxiu smiled and looked at everything, but saw nothing in his eyes.

Hua Fenmo raised her cup and played with it in her hands, smiling charmingly: "Why don't Mr. Tang go and play?"

Tang Buxiu replied lazily: "Do you go and play or be played by someone?"

Hua Fenmo put down the cup and said, "As soon as he enters this industry, he must understand the rules. Of course, he is... being played with."

Tang Buxiu stretched out his hand.

Hua Fenmo asked: "What do you mean?"

Tang Buxiu said: "Who wrote the rules, let me show you."

Hua Fanmo was silent.

Tang Buxiu yawned, stretched, stood up, and asked, "Where to rest?"

Hua Fenmo Yi smiled and said with a low voice: "It depends on how you want to sleep?"

Tang Buxiu said: "Sleep in slack."

Hua Fumo was slightly stunned and then burst into laughter.

Tang Buxiu said: "You look pretty good when you smirk."

Hua Fenmo smiled, leaned down slightly, raised her index finger, placed it on her lips covered with scarlet rouge, and whispered like a handsome man: "How can I make people know what I look like under the skin? And why are you... deserted in the fun?"

Tang Buxi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the moon outside the window, and said, "Missing is like a demon, hurting people's hearts and burning people's souls. He insisted on burning a handful of love beans and destroying the pride of time." He lowered his head, curled his lips at Hua Fenmo and smiled, "I, what else can I do?"

Hua Fenmo stood up, walked to Tang Buxiu, and smiled charmingly, "I'm curious about that mushroom."

Tang Buhui pointed Hua Fengmo's chest with his hands and said, "I like it too."

Hua Fenmo stretched out her pink tongue, licked her lips, and said charmingly: "I want to taste the taste of stewed mushrooms with chickens."

Tang Buxiu reached out and patted Hua Fumo's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Look, you want to reincarnate."

A gentle slap was like a mountain pressing on the top.

Hua Fenmo once again gained a deeper understanding of Tang Buxiu's martial arts cultivation. He was also tough and stood still, smiling like a poppy flower.

Tang Buxiu laughed, withdrew his hand and said, "I'm asleep."

"Hey hey... wait." The madam twisted her waist and ran over, stopped Tang Buxiu, and said to Hua Fanmo: "Master Hua, there is a young master upstairs who wants Mr. Tang to go up and sit down."

Hua Fenmo looked at Tang Buxiu.

Tang Buxiu's body was shocked and asked loudly: "What? Let me accompany the guest?"

Hua Fumo rubbed her shoulders and smiled charmingly, "There is no food for nothing. Since Mr. Tang has entered my Mo Jufang, he must be ready to pick up the customers."

Tang Buxiu raised his hand and stopped Hua Fenmo's next words, pondering: "Since that's the case..." He looked up at Duanmu Yan who was standing behind the railing on the second floor, curled his lips and smiled, "Go away."

Hua Fenmo found that it was not easy to drive Tang Buxi away.

The madam smiled like a flower and said in a stack of voices: "Let's go and sit here." She approached Tang Buxiu and lowered her voice, "The young master has a bead in his hand, which is not an ordinary product. If he can get it..." She squeezed her eyebrows, implying that Tang Buxiu worked hard.

Tang Buxiu also squeezed his eyebrows, and then...yawned. These days, he traveled with Mo Jufang, and the most uncomfortable thing was that he didn't have enough sleep. In the past, he could sleep seven hours a day in the Tang Sect, but now, it would be good to sleep four hours a day. He really paid a lot to find the mushrooms.

The madam led the way and asked casually: "What do you call me? Is it a stage name?"

Tang Buxi replied: "Tang Buxi."

Hua Fumo's eyes shrank slightly, and the eyes that looked at Tang Buxiu were flashing with complex and inquiry.

The madam repeated, "Don't stop, don't stop..." and slapped, "The name of young master is a coincidence!"

Tang Buxiu looked at the madam.
Chapter completed!