Chapter 345: Fighting for Affection 3

Chu Wanning suddenly became very serious, and his eyes were already wide open. "Why aren't your wearing clothes?"

"Ah?" Mo Ran was startled. He then looked down and saw his bare upper body. Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched himself, though for a moment he didn't know how to explain, "Er..."

Chu Wanning gazed at his guilty actions and felt suspicious. As a result, he spoke seriously, "Mo Ran."

Mo Ran raised his hand immediately: "Yes!"

"...Goutou is still small. It may grow to be a demon in the future. Didn't I tell you before? Do you want to set a good example instead and not teach it bad things?"

"Yes, yes."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Then what are you doing?"

"..."

"That's... That's right." Mo Ran whispered, but can this fat dog really become good? He's afraid it wouldn't even be useful if he were to recite Buddha into its ear every day. Besides, what could a dog understand? Even if he slept in front of Goutou every day, the dog probably would not understand the true meaning of the dog's life.

But what his Shizun said could not be rebutted. Mo Ran had to reply euphemistically: "Wanning, listen to my explanation, it's not what it looks like. I didn't mean to do anything in secret..."

Unexpectedly, Goutou, fearing that the situation wouldn't be chaotic anymore, interrupted him suddenly and began to bark "Wang Wang Wang!" in his arms with the head up.

Chu Wanning placed his hand on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and said, "You, let it go."

"All right." Mo Ran released Goutou. "Actually, I..."

"Why are you still naked? Put on your clothes and explain!"

Mo Ran froze.

Chu Wanning watched his strange expression. He scanned around the area using his eyes, and found that Mo Ran was not just undressed, but his underwear simply had disappeared. He couldn't help but be shocked: "...Where did your clothes go?"

In this embarrassing atmosphere, the yellow and white dog squinted and began to look at Mo Ran with that dirty expression. His expression seemed like a sneer: Ha ha! Stupid?

I want to see how you would explain it!

Mo Ran rubbed his nose as he cleared his throat. He hesitated for a while before saying, "Wanning, Wanning, if... If I say my clothes have turned into a sea of flowers, you... would you believe it?"

Chu Wanning: "......"

In their small cottage at Nanping Mountain, came the angry reproach of Chu-zongshi: "Mo Weiyu, do you think your Shizun has become stupid just because he hasn't come down off this mountain after a long time?"

"No, no, no, no, no! Shizun is the smartest, how can you ever be foolish!!!"

"Then you talk properly! Learn how to stand straight and stop stuttering!"

—

Mo Ran was really angry with Goutou, really.

He felt that the dog always had some wacky ideas that he shouldn't have, especially when he turned his head sideways at people, it was more like a demonstration to them.

Well, it wasn't like this when Chu Wanning picked it up from the haystack.

Now it was all right, Chu Wanning likes the five-month-old dog very much. Chu Wanning also said that it was not mature. Therefore, Mo Ran was forbidden to do anything that could be harmful to the customs and bad for children for the past month.

Mo Ran wondered to himself the things he had done well under Mo-zongshi's condition. He had adopted Goutou for more than half a month and fortunately had tolerated it. Even the state of Taxian-Jun had converged a lot. At least after that one runaway accident, Chu Wanning had taught him severely, so he didn't go ridiculous again, nor did he ever mention it secretly. Meanwhile, Goutou went to the kitchen and stewed it into dog broth.

But now it seems that he had made a very regretful decision.

—— He should have snuffed the dog in the cradle from the beginning!

Qi returns to Qi, Chu Wanning's birthday celebration could not be delayed, so in the next morning, Mo Ran decided to hurry and needed to collect something to bring things into the box.

"Fresh fish, millet, sugar cans... Bamboo dragonflies, paper butterflies, silk handkerchiefs..."

Taking advantage of Chu Wanning who went out to collect fresh fruits in the depths of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran searched every grain and every inch of rags at home so he can pick up and carry the whole collection into the pocket of the heavens and the earth.

Goutou stared at him with a frightening look on his face. It seemed uncertain whether Mo Ran was actually the owner or was just a burglar pretending to be the owner. If he could speak at the moment, he would say, "No brother, why can't you even let my dog bowl go?"

Ah! Wrong! Pocket-portable dog bowl!

How could they grab its bowl?

Goutou reacted sharply and rushed up, clamping its teeth and biting the edge of its own bowl, and initiated a type of struggle with the stinky scrape of ink.

Don't snatch my bowl! Wang Wang Wang!

Mo Ran also didn't want to let go, joking it. This bowl is Kunlun blue glaze and the food placed in it for three days was like fresh out of the pot. Before meeting Goutou, Mo Ran had planned to keep a cat that they once met. The cat was a kind of soft, white, quiet and sensible white cat. The cat only had a small amount of food. Considering that he and Chu Wanning sometimes sworded around and wouldn't go home for two or three days, he wanted the cat to at least eat some fresh food. So he entrusted Mei Hanxue to find a good bowl.

Unexpectedly, the cat has not yet been raised. It was all cheap for this silly dog.

Was this glass bowl good for keeping food fresh and tender for dogs? Every time food was poured in, don't even need to mention three days. If you blink three times, it is guaranteed to be finished until the bottom!

"Loosen your mouth, this is the bowl that I bought originally!"

"Wang Wang Wang!" But you gave it to me!

"I lended it to you! Now it's due, so give it back!"

"Wang Wang Wang!" You fart!

"Relax!"

"Wang Wang!" Not going to lose!

"Give up!"

"Wan!" No!

A man and a dog were fighting hard when the yard door creaked.

Chu Wanning held a basket of sweet and delicate fruits as he maintained the posture of pushing the door. When he stood in the doorway and glanced down just to see Mo-zongshi kneeling in the yard and competing to take the bowl against Goutou.

"..." After a long silence, Chu Wanning placed the bamboo basket on the stone table in the courtyard. He took a fruit, before thinking about it, then soon took several more.

Shenmu Xianjun drooped his eyes and spoke to Mo Ran, "You just stay here. I'll wash you two oranges."

At the moment Mo Ran turned his head to look at the kitchen, he heard Chu Wanning's sigh, murmuring to himself: "Alas... The porridge I cooked for him in the morning was too bad. Is that why he is so hungry that he had to fight food with the dog?"

Mo Ran: "...???"

"Shizun! Wait! It's not what you think! Ouch!—"

While he was eager to explain, Goutou snapped at the back of his hand with a whine, and Mo Ran screamed and immediately released his hand. The yellow-white dog escaped out of the door with its glass bowl and ran away without smoke.

Mo Ran clenched his teeth, covered his throbbing hands and scolded, "That silly dog..."

After lunch, Mo Ran put down his chopsticks and excused himself, saying that he wanted to buy some medicine for his injuries in the nearby city, Lin'an. So, he then went out, bringing along the box.

As soon as he left the yard, he quickly searched and found a deserted place. He recited the password "It's foolish to gift gold" and dived into the box again.

Ricecake Tyrant was basking in the sunshine near the flower field that Mo Ran had planted yesterday. When he saw Mo Ran, he hummed and said, "Come on, come on - come on?"

"Sorry for the long wait."

Ricecake Tyrant waved his hand to show his disagreement, but his eyes focused on the treasure of heaven and earth brought by Mo Ran: "Have you brought some, some forest?"

Mo Ran was not as urgent. Firstly, he laughed before handing it a fresh peach: "This is for you. Wanning's picking."

The small eyes of the mung bean Ricecake Tyrant suddenly lit up. With one claw waved, it turned its head, and honestly refused to say, "Death is impossible, death is impossible!" A small claw pulled open its front pocket.

Mo Ran laughed while watching it and said, "It's just a fresh peach, how can it be impossible?"

As soon as he said it, the peach was stuffed into its pocket.

The ricecake tyrant, who was bribed by peaches, coughed a few times and his face calmed down. "Hey, you, look at you, come on, and be polite!"

After that, he coughed a few more times, moved his little buttocks to the stump and sat upright.

"Come on, let me see. You've also brought other things with you."

The witty Mo-zongshi laughed and said, "Okay, Mr. Troubled Cake has brought some other materials as well."

"No, no problem, let me see!"

Mo Ran handed all the bits and pieces that he had been painstakingly searching all day to its little claws. Ricecake Tyrant opened the brocade bag and roughly pushed them inside, sighing.

Mo Ran's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Ricecake Tyrant raised his eyes and said, "Young man, you are really poor."

Mo Ran lowered the curtains of his eyelashes in some helpless way:"...I don't know what you really want. There are better things, but they are all for our daily use. If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll…"

"Come on." Ricecake Tyrant interrupted him. "Cherish that you are always scattering money to help the world, first, first to make up for it."

But in its heart, it said: For the sake of the peach you gave me, let's make it up first.

"What I give you won't be the best, even if you can give me so much. But our monster's utensils are amazing! Even if broken, broken, if you put your imagination and hard work into it, Four can make a very satisfactory drop effect!"

Mo Ran escaped from feeling worried to joy and laughed, "Really? Thank you very much."

Ricecake Tyrant waved his hand again, and then began to replace the things brought by Mo Ran with the monster tools and materials in the box one by one.

"Fresh fish - you can change this!"

Cake Tyrant pulled out a pile of soft felt fabric from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"This cloth is made of four or four kinds of cat hair!"

Mo Ran opened his eyes in surprise and took the bundle of cloth. "Cat hair can also weave cloth?"

"Nine big cats and demons." Ricecake Tyrant explained, then pulled out another item from his pocket, "Bamboo dragonflies can be replaced by another one!"

Mo Ran looked at the pile of plain sticks and asked, "What is this?"

"Take one, put it in the funeral, spit, and you can turn it into the best wood, although, not actually the best, but it's quite good."

Next, Ricecake Tyrant added to him a series of strange things, such as bigger shells, bells drifting down snow when the wind blows, swallows who are good at nesting, green bricks that can pave their own roads, and a fire that understands people's words. And so on.

The most valuable one was actually a bag of coke made by Chu Wanning. Ricecake Tyrant loved it very much. It said that it was its favorite food for ricecakes. Mo Ran found it both surprising and amusing.

He thought that if it weren't for Wanning, you wouldn't need to cook everyday, you could just eat coke, and that was something I could bring you to a lot.

He asked, "What can I change for coke?"

"You wait and see." Ricecake Tyrant chewed a piece of coke and flicked its paws.

Soon, Mo Ran saw a golden lotus pond sinking beside the flower field. The water in the pond was like melted gold, and there were many beautiful snow lotus flowers in it.

"Everything comes to mind." The cake-maker, with his tongue still boasting, said, "If you want to read the fish twice by the river, you will have lotus leaves floating to send you mulberry, as well as fresh lotus root and tender rhombus, you can ask for it. It is enough, enough for your birthday feast... Well, four no four is great!"

Mo Ran stared at the pond for a moment, then turned his head and cut the railroad at Ricecake Tyrant. "I'll bring you a sack of coke next time!"

"Yes yes! You are great!" It stammered as soon as it was excited.

Mo Ran said sincerely, "No, you are the best."

With these materials from the Ricecake Tyrant, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and began to work.

Shizun's birthday is the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow would be Taxian-Jun's turn. He must work faster. As long as he works in this box all day today, and the day after tomorrow, he should be able to lead his Shizun in the evening after eating longevity noodles and give him a surprise.

While thinking like this, he quickly set up the cloth, shiju, and timber of those demons... He started to build an idyllic fairyland beyond the world for his Shizun. Neither extravagant and wasteful nor disturbing others, it was quite gratifying to move wooden rafters in a smart way with Mo Ran hands and feet:

Skills paid no attention. This year's birthday banquet, Shizun will have a much happier day than last year!

However, Mo-zongshi was still naive.

He did not intend to compete for favor with himself, but Taxian-Jun was different. Taxian-Jun is a person who could knock himself to death. How could he be willing to be oppressed by his own self?

He should know that after the retirement to Nanping Mountain, Taxian-Jun was always holding his breath with himself, always fighting with himself.

The daily memory of the two personalities was not entirely in common, but shared along with each other. In fact, this situation was worse than thorough knowledge and thorough ignorance. It was like scratching people's hearts through a layer of yarn. It was easier to cause a single moth.

For example, a few days ago, Taxian-Jun stared at Chu Wanning porridge. Staring at it, he suddenly said, "This venerable one remembers that yesterday you did not cook porridge."

"Yes," Chu Wanning light, "What's wrong?"

"But this venerable one does not remember what you did yesterday."

"I didn't cook yesterday. Instead, I went to the village and bought some steamed buns."

Taxian-Jun was going to quit. He stared with his black and purplish eyes, and said with great force, "This venerable one should also eat steamed buns!"

"... Didn't you wake up in the morning and say you wanted porridge?"

"No. The steamed bun is also needed in this venerable one's diet. You can't just buy it for him and not buy it for this venerable one."

"...You might as well take some medicine."

"Steamed buns!"

"Only porridge."

"Porridge and steamed buns!"

Chu Wanning was too lazy to talk to him: "You can eat whatever you like, but you can't eat that."

Taxian-Jun almost fainted in anger. He grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist, brought him over, pressed him against the kitchen table, and drooped his eyelashes to look down. "What's with your attitude? Why can he eat solid steamed buns while this venerable one can only drink porridge? Do you think he is better than this venerable one?"

"...I just think you were less ill yesterday than you are today."

Taxian-Jun was silent for a while, seemingly trying to get angry, but at last, he was still sad and said, "Okay... Very good. Chu Wanning, what you said before is deceptive, but I have always been that person - is this how you treat the same person? You won't do the same dishes. Why do you favor him?"

Chu Wanning said silently: "The same person will not eat the same meal every morning, you quickly stop making noise, the porridge will turn cold."

"I won't drink it!" said TaXian Jun.

"Really?"

"No!"

Chu Wanning nodded and said: "Okay, then I will serve it to Goutou. It's just a pity since the legs of the clouds were your favorite last time."

"..."

That's it. Taxian-Jun was always in such a state of contending with himself for favor and merit.

As Mo-zongshi, who has experienced two worldly sophistications and the presence of old gods, he couldn't understand this foolish behavior at all.

At this moment, Mo Ran, who was working hard, had no idea at all. In a few more hours, he would switch to the character of Taxian-Jun, and it was hard to imagine what kind of despondent action he would make...