aircannonsinc Chapter 231 The Devil is also in love?
Chapter 231 The Devil is also in love?
Heavy rain continued for several days before there were slight signs of clearing up. The last time we experienced such heavy rain was during the Guili Ji period.
Behind Mo Ran, Baalzebub was looking at him expectantly. Over the past few days, she had accepted this man who could take out countless foods from his mysterious sleeves from the bottom of her heart.
The two girls had already changed into the clothes given by Mo Ran. They were two black clothes that he had never worn before. After shortening the sleeves and trouser legs, they were still wearable.
"That, that thing called dessert, can you give me a little more? Just a little bit, let me taste it again!" Baalzebub is no longer as rebellious as before, now she is like a girl next door, gentle and charming.
Mo Ran shook his head helplessly, reached into his sleeve, took out a plate of lotus cakes from the storage space, and said, "After you finish this plate, you can't have any more today."
"Okay, I got it!" Baalzebub pounced, protected the plate in his arms, picked up a lotus cake and swallowed it, like a hungry ghost who had been three generations of hungry ghosts. It would not be enough to describe his eating voraciously.
Bal held his forehead, feeling that his sister might "join the enemy camp" at any time. At the same time, he was also very curious about the sleeve. Could it be some kind of innate skill? Why didn't they have it?
Or maybe it was learned later in life, so could I ask him to teach me and my sister? Such a skill is very practical, and it is indeed very convenient if you want to transfer things.
"Huh? How come they finished it so quickly?" Baalzebu looked at the plate again and again, but there was no trace of the lotus cakes left. She was about to ask for another plate, but when she remembered the solemn words she had just said, she felt too embarrassed to do it.
Suddenly, she had an idea, and she walked over to the man in black with a smile, pointed at the empty plate in her hand, and said, "Look, the plate is empty. Let me put it back for you."
"Forget it." Mo Ran waved his hand and refused.
"Why? This is your stuff. I can't take your things for nothing! Come on, let me put it back for you!" Baalzebub said anxiously.
How could Mo Ran not know what she was thinking, so he said, "Wipe the saliva off the plate first and wash it clean!"
"Oh, okay!" Baalzebub ran happily to the stream and carefully wiped the plate with his hands. After he was sure that he had finished washing it, he ran back to the man in black, holding the plate in both hands, as if asking for credit.
Mo Ran smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and let her play with it.
Baalzebub's eyes flashed with brilliance. He lifted up his wide sleeves and searched inside for what he wanted, but unfortunately he found nothing.
She was puzzled: "How could it be, how could it not be there?! Is it on the other side?"
Baalzebub grabbed Mo Ran's other arm and searched in his sleeves, but still found nothing. He couldn't help but feel angry and wanted to find this guy to argue, but then he remembered that he might only be able to eat sweets with the help of him, so he had no choice but to give up.
Bal, who was standing by, felt a little regretful when he saw that there was nothing in his sleeves. He thought he could see the principle of this skill and learn a trick from it. Now it seems that the only breakthrough lies in this person.
"Have you finished reading? Then let's keep going." Mo Ran said with a smile.
He felt that such days were not bad. In the previous war between demons and gods in Liyue, they were either sleeping or seriously injured in battle, and there was no rest time. He really didn't want to experience it again.
Bal nodded. Balzeb looked very frustrated, but he still clung to it tightly, thinking that maybe he could get a little more.
The beautiful girl in black clothes and purple hair was thinking as she walked, what could she use to exchange that skill with this man, but then she laughed at herself. Even the clothes on her body were given by him, so what else could she have that was worthy of him asking for?
But the more this happened, the more Bal wanted to know the value of himself and his sister to him. If it was about strength, that was absolutely impossible. If it was about using them, he didn't see any plan on his part to guide the two of them in what to do.
"Could it be that..." Balhu suddenly realized that they had walked out of the island where there were almost no living creatures in the past few days and arrived at the big island under their feet.
The land is larger, and there are naturally more animals and beasts. For no reason at this moment, Bal thought of the two panting foxes and their groans, which were not sure whether they were in pain or comfort.
As Bal thought so, two blushes appeared on Bai Jie's face, making her look delicate and attractive. Her heart was beating very fast, as if it was being hit by something and it was difficult to calm down.
As smart as she was, she naturally knew that humans and animals had roughly the same habits. Now was the rainy season, which was the most difficult to endure. If she used that skill as a condition to be with him...
"No, no!" Bal shook his head quickly. How could a skill like that be as important as her body? No, it was impossible!
And there was her younger sister. If she was exposed, how would she explain? What would her younger sister do? What if that person did it over and over again, endlessly, without end...
Dismissing the improper thoughts in his mind, Bal hurried to catch up to avoid being discovered, but the moment he got close, the question of value came up again. What use were they to him?
Baal frowned, his mind in a mess and he was in great distress, which was extremely obvious compared to Baalzeb who looked the same as him.
"Be careful!" Mo Ran's loud shout made Baal come back to his senses while walking. In his sight, several huge monsters fell to the ground. Baalzebub stepped on one of them and shouted victory.
It seemed that several monsters had just attacked, but Bal was so engrossed that he didn't even notice it.
Not far in front of him was a sharp spike as thick as an arm. If he walked straight towards it, there would definitely be a hole on his head.
Bal hurriedly stopped, with an unnatural look on his face, and when he looked at the man in black, his eyes avoided, not daring to look him in the face. However, it only lasted for a moment before he put away those expressions.
"Even if you are absent-minded, you still have to watch the road." Mo Ran stretched out his hand to break off the spikes on the monster's corpse, then turned his wrist and stabbed them back into the corpse.
"I understand..." Bal nodded. This time he did not dare to think on the way. Instead, he watched the road without distraction.
They didn't stop again until night fell.
With a wave of his hand, Mo Ran lit a bonfire, and the light and warmth enveloped the three of them. As the evening breeze blew, the flames danced gently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a person who was about to make a decision but was reluctant to let go.
Baalzebub lay on the ground in a "big" shape, with his head resting on his sister's legs. He glanced at the man in black and said unhappily, "How long are we going to walk like this?"
"I don't know. I can walk as long as I want." Mo Ran leaned against the trunk of a big tree, looking relaxed and comfortable.
"Then where are we going? You know this, right?" Baalzebub asked again.
"I don't know either. I'll just see what I see wherever I go!" Mo Ran smiled slightly, put his hands into his sleeves, closed his eyes and rested.
Baalzebu refused to accept this. She stood up and rushed to the man in black, shouting, "You know nothing, but you took us for so long! You're asking for a beating!"
"Are you sure?" Mo Ran didn't open his eyes, but asked slowly. His voice was light, but it made Baalzebub feel like being struck by lightning.
Baalzebub immediately stopped his arrogance and asked in a childish voice, "So, can we not leave?"
"Do you think this kind of life is too boring?"
"Yeah, these past few days, apart from you killing those big guys with one finger and giving me sweets, it's really boring. Very boring."
"Yeah, that's right. After all, you are still in your prime and have just been in this world for a few days. It's normal for you to like a changeable life." Mo Ran opened his eyes and said, "The life these days is just right for me, but it is indeed boring for you."
"Baalzebub." Mo Ran looked at her with a smile, and said word by word: "Tomorrow, I will take you to fight the demon god, how about that?"
“Fighting with demons?” Baalzebub was stunned at first, then his eyes shone with supreme brilliance, like two big stars, and he shouted: “Great, I will let those demons know how powerful Baalzebub is!”
Bal frowned slightly. Although he didn't want his sister to take risks, he didn't say anything to stop her. Now they were living under someone else's roof, and they had to be careful about their words and actions. His sister might not care about these, but she couldn't ignore them.
Perhaps it is because wise men have many thoughts. Baal always looks at things in a much more complicated way than Baalzebub.
Just like how they viewed Mo Ran, Baalzebub would respect him like a god because of a plate of desserts, but would also quarrel with him over a single word. He was straightforward, but also relaxed.
Bal was different. Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she did not dare to relax at all. Instead, she kept adding to her imagination the possible purposes of Mo Ran. However, every time she set up one, she would overturn another, because it was almost impossible.
But today, she thought of that possibility, but she couldn't get rid of it for a long time, like a mountain pressing on her heart. As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not his heart. Bal knew that it was impossible to see through a person after just a few days of traveling together, let alone this person who was so unpredictable to her.
With this thought in mind, Bal looked over and saw that Mo Ran had closed his eyes. His sister was staying beside him, leaning against the same tree, not far away.
"Why didn't you take precautions?" Bal was anxious, because he knew that if he stood up now, he would definitely be noticed, and he might end up hurting his sister and he wouldn't be able to escape.
Or she would be killed and her sister would be tortured by him alone. Either way, Bal didn't want to see it, but the current situation made her anxious.
"No, no, what am I thinking? I clearly trusted him a few days ago. Am I denying my decision?" Bal calmed down a little and began to sort out the source of his idea.
"Initially, it was because I wanted that skill, and then it developed into the value of my and Baalzebub's existence, and then it has come to this, but..."
"Maybe he doesn't have this idea at all?" Bal thought about this possibility. His heart beat faster and his cheeks burned like boiling flames.
"Well, Bal, Bal, you are just imagining all this. I didn't even dare to look him in the eye during the day!" The girl dispelled the dirty thoughts in her mind and said secretly, "I must not tell anyone, otherwise my sister will definitely laugh at me!"
"Absolutely, no!"