Chapter 662 (2/2)

”Why, ha ha, how about the new rabbit I gave you the other day? Does it breed very fast? ” Su Ming filled him a glass and poured wine into it.

”Er... I knew it was bad. When did you care about my rabbit? You don't love them at all. ” The little bearded master's face was sad, and his eyes were looking out of the window at the distant sea.

A few seabirds fly far away, as if to mean that his freedom is also flying away.

”Don't worry, you don't need to cast too many spells this time. Don't you want me to go to kamataj? Go now. ”

Monak immediately took a rabbit out of his pocket and strangled it. He threw the body on the floor with tears in his eyes? Please

The cane waved, the black wormhole appeared again, and the snow covered buildings appeared in front of us.

”Please.”

Su Ming smiles and grabs monak's shoulder. They walk into the wormhole together. A black tentacle takes the dead rabbit away. The rabbit's head can't be wasted.

When the supreme mage appeared in the Taj Mahal, all the apprentices saluted one after another, followed by various rituals that had already been prepared.

Fortunately, we don't need to pay homage to Weishan emperor as the underworld worshipped Guan Gong. It's just that after some inexplicable links, Su Ming said a few words casually, and everyone could clap and clap.

What should I do? Today's class can't be stopped. At most, I'll add a drumstick to my meal.

Even so, Su Ming was still a little tired of being upset. Formalism killed people. He went back to Guyi's meditation room. He sat cross legged on the futon and drank a lot of water. The snowflakes were floating outside. Everything was white.

The incense burner in the room is burning and the smoke is curling up, which can make people calm.

Ming is the succession ceremony of Su Ming, but monak seems to be the happiest person. Although he doesn't know what he is happy about, he is undoubtedly too happy.

”Mordo.” Su Ming skimmed the tea soup with the lid of the teacup and solemnly called out the name.

The dark faced mage immediately appeared outside the door. He had been waiting for orders.

In fact, he's only a little black. He's not black or Indian. His hometown is Transylvania, which is a mountain area in Romania. He also has a baroness.

”What can I do for you, master?”

”I can't get used to butter tea. Go and change it to Longjing before tomorrow.” Su Ming put down his tea cup and said softly.

”Yes, master.”

Modu bowed and saluted, and then immediately opened the portal to go to the West Lake. The supreme master wanted to drink tea and asked for it. As a Kara Taj disciple, he had to satisfy the master's wish.

Is it too picky for monak to look scornfully at the death knell? Why didn't you say you couldn't get used to it when you drank butter tea with Gu Yi?

Although he didn't like buttered tea, as an Englishman, black tea was the best choice.

As if he didn't see the expression of the wizard with moustache, Su Ming began to explain green tea to him.

The tea before Ming Dynasty refers to Longjing, the West Lake, which was picked before the Qingming Festival. The tea quality is also the best. At that time, the tea shoots are generally the latest. Although a second crop of new leaves will grow after picking, the quality and taste are not as good as the first.

Mordo soon came back in a sweat. The day in the United States is at night in China. He has to work hard to buy tea.

Su Ming takes over the tea with a smile and prepares to brew. He slowly opens the paper bag and teaches Mo Du a lesson.

”How to entertain guests with tea alone? Don't you see Master monak here? Go and buy some refreshments, and you'll need eight pieces of the big palisade in the front gate of the imperial capital of China. Go. ”

Before modu could sit down and catch his breath, he was assigned a new task and ran errands.

”Yes, master, but what are the eight pieces?”

Mo Du's black face showed doubts. Although he could speak Chinese correctly, he did not understand many statements.

”Ask the people in the store, they don't even understand this, don't you go to learn it?” Su Ming waved away Mo Du like a fly, and continued to talk about tea with monak: ”before the Ming Dynasty, Longjing tea is green and bright, and the fragrance of tea is sweet. After brewing, the buds and leaves stretch out, and the pieces float and sink in the water. The fresh green is beautiful...”

monak looks at the transmission door in the air, and looks at the death knell with a smile. He has some understanding: ”go ahead, you deliberately toss mo What's the purpose of Du? I don't believe that you suddenly become fastidious about the quality of life. What's your plot? ”

Su Ming gently grasps the tea and throws it into the tea cup. He answers calmly: ”it's for his good, otherwise he will die in your and my hands sooner or later.”