Takeaways are everywhere, and the big guys are crazy about me

Chapter 302 Dragon head?

"Little sister!" An Xinghui grabbed Mo Qianxun's hand.

Mo Qianxun gave him a soothing look and looked at the high priest: "High priest, when can we learn the sacrificial dance? We only have one day."

"The sacrificial dance is easy to learn. There's no rush. Let's light some incense first." The high priest waved at the two of them.

An Xing looked back at Mo Qianxun and saw Mo Qianxun nodded to him. It seemed that this matter should not be dangerous.

The two men each held three incense sticks in their hands, bowed towards the bone, and put the incense on it.

Immediately afterwards, a magical scene appeared. The six incense sticks were burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The incense of the high priest next to him was still burning slowly, but the incense of Mo Qianxun and An Xinghui was completely burned out in just a few breaths.

"It seems that the master is very satisfied with you. Come on, I will teach you how to dance the sacrificial dance!" The high priest walked towards the door excitedly.

An Xinghui pulled Mo Qianxun behind him and looked at him with some concern: "Qianxun, is this really okay? Isn't the incense burning too fast?"

Mo Qianxun looked back at the incense and smiled: "It's okay."

"008, that skull..."

[Host, have you guessed it? ]

"It looks a bit similar, so, is it real?"

[That's right! The golden dragon skull is the head of the guy who slapped me in.] 008 looked at the skull for two seconds and glared at it. What a nasty guy. Why couldn't he just say it nicely instead of slapping me? He's really nasty.

"Then this high priest..."

[This is not very clear. The ancestor of this high priest also came to this village suddenly. And, for some reason, his whereabouts before coming to the village cannot be found.]

"Oh? Interesting." Mo Qianxun looked back at the skull again.

"Little sister, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the skull?" An Xinghui touched his arm. For some reason, he got goose bumps on his arm. Was it because his clothes were not thick enough?

"It's okay. I'm just curious. That skull feels a little strange."

An Xinghui also looked back and said, "Indeed, that skull looks a bit like the skull of a dragon in mythology. However, how could there be dragons in this world? It must be a replica." An Xinghui didn't care.

Mo Qianxun showed a mysterious smile: "Maybe!"

When they arrived in the yard, the excitement on the high priest's face had faded, and only seriousness remained on his face.

"The sacrificial dance is simple, but it is also difficult. You only have one day, so it is impossible for you to learn the essence of it."

An Xinghui quickly raised his hand: "We just need to learn the basics and dance along for a while."

The high priest nodded: "Okay."

The following morning, Mo Qianxun and An Xinghui learned sacrificial dance.

I thought sacrificial dance was just like performing shamanic dance, but only after learning it did I realize how difficult it was.

After a morning, An Xinghui pounded his shoulder and said, "It's strange. This dance only seems to have a few moves and the amount of exercise is not much. Why does my shoulder feel so sore?"

Mo Qianxun rubbed him and transferred some spiritual energy into his body: "Maybe it's because you're not used to it yet. It will be fine after we practice more."

An Xinghui felt that after being pinched twice by Mo Qianxun, her shoulders were no longer sore instantly: "Huh? Little sister, your shoulder-pinching skills are pretty good. I instantly felt less sore."

"Isn't it?" I have injected some spiritual power into your body, so of course you won't feel any pain.

At this time, the cameraman came over and whispered, "Teacher An, Teacher Qianxun, we have to gather first."

"Okay, I'll be right there." An Xinghui stood up, stretched his body, and looked at the little boy: "Song Ge'er, we'll go to the gathering first. Please help tell the high priest that we'll come back in the afternoon to continue practicing."

Song Ge'er, who was doing horse stance, nodded: "Okay, I understand, you guys go ahead!"

On the way to the gathering, Mo Qianxun suddenly thought of what happened in the morning when he called people.

"008, what's going on? Didn't you say someone was coming? Where is he?"

[(＃－.－) Host, do you want to use your spiritual sense to scan? There are so many immortal cultivators hiding around here, can't you sense them?] 008 looked at a rooftop, where a man was sitting carelessly on the rooftop eating a banana.

"Ah? Are they all here?" Mo Qianxun subconsciously used his spiritual sense to sense the surroundings, and indeed there were a few familiar auras. He looked up and saw that, okay, they were acquaintances.

When Ling Feng saw that Mo Qianxun had discovered him, a smile appeared on his face and he waved at Mo Qianxun.

The first rule of pursuing girls: Never let girls think that you are too cold, otherwise they will think you are a high-class flower and dare not touch you easily.

Ling Feng: I don’t think so.

Everyone: You...don’t count?

Mo Qianxun looked at Ling Feng who was waving his hands enthusiastically at him, silently shifted his gaze, and pulled An Xinghui away without looking away.

How stupid, how stupid, I must not let anyone know that I know him.

Ling Feng: ...something seems to be wrong.

After gathering with the main group, Mo Qianxun saw the six people who had been separated for the whole morning. At this time, the relaxation that they had in the morning was no longer on their faces, and the expressions on everyone's faces seemed to be forced smiles.

An Xinghui looked at them in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you guys are worried?"

Emperor Xu and the others looked at An Xinghui and Mo Qianxun, who looked as usual, and opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

At this moment in the live broadcast room, all the fans of those personal live broadcast rooms gathered in the big live broadcast room.

[It’s so scary. It’s so scary.]

[Those chefs are so fierce. It feels like they will eat them if they fail to make it.]

[Huh? What did you see? I feel like Angou seems to be a little tired, but nothing else?]

Mo Qianxun looked at Emperor Xu and the others and was silent for a moment. They all had some black energy on them. What was this black energy and where did it come from? Why did I get entangled with them?

Mo Qianxun looked towards Ling Feng's position: "008, help me tell Brother Feng about the situation here."

[Okay, host!] 008 flew towards Ling Feng with a whoosh.

"Xinghui, are you okay?" Zhao Qing looked at An Xinghui with some concern.

An Xinghui shook his head: "We are fine, we are just a little tired during practice, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then said indignantly: "Don't mention it, we won the wood carving lottery, and we finally found a wood carving master, but who knew he would be so strict? Chen Kai and I have never been exposed to this aspect of art, so it is inevitable that the things we made are a little, a little ugly, but you don't have to scold us like that!"