Little Ruoruo's ears perked up instantly, and her eyes sparkled: "Great! Big brother is the best, I'll have two tonight!"
Seeing that Mo Wuyu had Ruoruo completely under his control, Mo Yong felt a little uneasy. The next moment, Ruoruo turned around and pounced on Mo Yong, looking at him longingly: "Daddy, let's eat together!"
Mo Yong was instantly overjoyed by his obedient and adorable daughter. He picked Ruoruo up and maintained his serious demeanor, saying, "Okay."
As soon as the three of them stepped out of Aoki's mansion, they saw a group of people standing at the entrance.
One of the round, chubby figures stood with his back to the door and shouted, "It must be that old codger Qingmu who concocted some kind of weird pills again, causing chaos in the academy's spiritual energy just now. The talisman I was drawing halfway through was ruined. Today, I'm going to settle this score with him!"
The others who had gathered to watch the spectacle, who had been cheering and making a fuss, all shut their mouths and bowed their heads in greeting upon seeing Mo Yong: "Greetings, Divine Lord."
The round, plump old man was stunned for a moment. He turned around and smiled, "So Qingmu is refining pills for His Majesty. It's only right, it's only right."
The students outside couldn't help but smirk. That's not what you just said!
Mo Yong ignored him, picked up Ruoruo and flew away on a cloud. Mo Wuyu put his hands together and performed a disciple's salute: "Immortal, please don't be angry. Just now, my younger sister entered the Dao of Alchemy. There were some problems along the way, which is why the commotion was a bit big."
"Later, our hall will send someone to deliver a hundred sets of talisman materials as compensation. If any students have suffered losses, our hall will compensate them tenfold. We hope for your understanding."
His gentle demeanor and polite speech gave the somewhat embarrassed crowd a way out.
As everyone was admiring Mo Wuyu's gentlemanly demeanor, someone suddenly realized: "Just now, His Highness said that his younger sister entered the Dao? But isn't the little prince only three and a half years old?"
"...No way, I was only three and a half when I started preschool..."
"She is... a nine-tailed dragon, and even the one who entered the Dao of Alchemy would agree to her?"
An eerie silence fell over the scene.
The crowd exchanged glances, said nothing more, and quickly dispersed to spread the news.
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