Hua Yuefeng was also annoyed. When did the people of the White Moon Cult become so unruly?
That's fine!
Let's teach this arrogant brat a lesson.
As they spoke, the two men began fighting, while the two inside the tent remained uninvolved. Wang Ba, a man of few words, preferred to watch the spectacle. The women of the White Moon Cult had often acted arrogantly and domineeringly; having met their match today, teaching them a lesson seemed like a good idea.
Mo Qingcheng had some free time, and pulled out a large bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere. She invited the nearby onlookers to eat, chat, and watch the excitement, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
In the crowd, Qiao Xuan and Lan Shuangqin were furious, almost choking on their own blood.
A bunch of bastards!
"Hey, Master Mo, where did you buy these melon seeds? They're really delicious."
"Yes, Madam Mo, I thought you were just like Mo Qingwu, arrogant and looking down on people. Tsk tsk, rumors really do kill people."
"Master Mo, I heard that you grow a lot of vegetables at home, which contain spiritual energy."
"Wow, really? Madam Mo, after we leave the secret realm, can I buy something from you?"
Good heavens, what earth-shattering news did they hear?
The Mo family patriarch can grow vegetables that come with their own ingredients. Heaven knows what's going on. Their reclusive family's spiritual energy is almost depleted.
Mo Qingcheng nodded: "There is a little, but not too much, but... who made us friends? From now on, if I have a bite to eat, you'll have half a bite too..."
Half a bite?
ha?
Even half a bite is fine!
The crowd instantly became excited. Spiritual vegetables were a rare sight, and they consumed too many spirit stones, which their families couldn't afford to supply. If they could learn a skillful way to grow vegetables from the head of the Tu Bie family, they wouldn't have to worry about making money.
Farmer rolled his eyes. Trying to get his hands on the little witch? He must be dreaming.
snort!
Without the spiritual spring water provided by the young master, Mao wouldn't have any spiritual energy at all...
The little ones looked at the farm bureau's proud little face but didn't expose him. They were very content, being able to eat three meals of spiritual vegetables every day, and were quite happy.
Half an hour later, the fighting stopped. Bai Wuyou, the second senior sister of the White Moon Sect, was so badly beaten by Hua Yueyun that she questioned her existence.
"Pooh!"
Hua Wuyou coughed up blood, her eyes filled with venom as she glared fiercely at Hua Yuefeng. She would remember this debt, and the White Moon Sect would remember it too!
Hua Yuefeng's eyes gleamed with disdain. A middle-aged woman dares to act so high and mighty? He'd rather torture her to death! She's far inferior to that bumpkin Mo family head…
If Bai Wuyou knew that he had been forced to compare himself with Mo Qingcheng, he would probably be spitting blood.
Shangguan Jiu'er and Xuanyuan Yumei, having recovered half of their poison, ended up in a coma.
Mo Qingcheng yawned, waved her hand, left a few packets of sunflower seeds, and returned to the tent with Bai Yi and the others, where she fell fast asleep.
The next morning, before Mo Qingcheng even got up, a group of people were standing outside the tent. Last night, the food served by the head of the Mo family looked incredibly tempting and smelled amazing. They really wanted to take a bite.
No, even half a bite is fine!
When Mo Qingcheng learned the reason, she was both amused and exasperated. Feeling sorry for her, she took out a bunch of green vegetables and offered them to her new friend from yesterday. As a result, they almost got into a fight because there were more people than vegetables.
The little ones suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, turned their faces away, and ate their food in large mouthfuls without saying a word. What a joke, didn't they see those pairs of wolf eyes that were gleaming green?
After the meal, they dismantled the tents and continued their journey toward the mysterious palace. Every now and then, someone would chat with Mo Qingcheng for a few minutes, while others would give the cubs other food.
The snacks in the hands of the little ones were blatantly snatched away.
Mo Qingcheng awkwardly touched her nose... This is really bad...
As evening fell, exclamations rang out: "Look!"
"It's a mysterious palace!"
"Charge!"
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