"Heh, Young Master Xuanyuan, you don't have to sign..." Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, looking at him smugly.
Little brat, you've fallen into my hands today, haven't you?
snort!
You dare to deceive your instructor?
Memories flooded back, and Mo Qingcheng felt a tightness in her chest. That damned bastard, he actually tested her in various ways, thinking he was hiding his true identity well.
If you're so capable, why don't you never take it off for the rest of your life?
Xuan Yuanlin was shocked. This woman... damn it, how dare she flirt with me?
"Bye-bye!" Seeing that the scoundrel didn't react, Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, turned around, and left, silently counting down the seconds.
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
"Wait! I promise you!"
good!
Very good!
"This young master?"
Young Master Xuanyuan, is that right?
Mo Qingcheng turned around, gave a wicked smile, and waited for the scoundrel to sign and put his fingerprint on the document.
Xuan Yuanlin blushed, bit his finger with difficulty, and was about to press his handprint when Mo Qingcheng stopped him.
"Wait!" Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes. Bloody, who does that disgust?
The next second, Mo Qingcheng took out a pen and inkpad; it was a fountain pen, not a calligraphy brush.
Xuanyuan Lin was slightly taken aback, wanting to examine it carefully to see what it was.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to drag me to my death here?" Mo Qingcheng glared at the man with disdain, cursing inwardly.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
In the secular world, how come I didn't notice that this woman was sharp-tongued?
wrong!
"Sign or not?" The woman's chilling voice drifted into his ears. Xuan Yuanlin snapped out of his daze, gritted his teeth, signed the document, and pressed his fingerprint on it.
Mo Qingcheng glanced at it and saw that the man's signature was crooked and messy. She couldn't help but chuckle.
Xuan Yuanlin's face darkened, a terrifying thought forming in his mind. Damn woman, she really needs to be taught a lesson. He really wanted to pounce on her immediately, seal those crimson lips with his, pin her down, and torture her mercilessly…
Boom!
Xuan Yuanlin's mind exploded. He was startled by his own thoughts and his eyes turned cold: "How long are you going to watch the show?"
Mo Qingcheng pouted and grinned mischievously: "What's the rush? You're my servant now!"
Xuanyuan Lin wished he could slap himself hard. How could he have acted so impulsively and signed such an unequal contract of servitude?
Yes, to avenge the man who had deceived her, Mo Qingcheng signed a contract: after the competition, the man would serve as her servant for a year.
Xuanyuan Lin was filled with remorse and struggled to get up.
"Tsk tsk... If you want to hurry up and have tea with the King of Hell, go ahead and do whatever you want. At worst, after you fart, I'll go and make you pay up to your Xuanyuan family!"
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Shut up! Please, can't you just be a decent human being?
Seeing the man turn his head away in anger, Mo Qingcheng put the things away and then slowly squatted down to detoxify him.
What could have been solved with a single antidote pill, Mo Qingcheng insisted on giving him forty-nine needles and feeding him a dark, bitter pill.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
I suspect this woman wants to harm me, but I have no evidence. What should I do?
Half an hour later...
"Hurry up! Don't you have any sense of propriety? If all servants act like you, won't our master be in trouble?"
"Little Linzi, please hurry up! You're dawdling like a woman, don't you have any shame?"
Little Linzi? What the heck?
Xuan Yuanlin followed Mo Qingcheng with a cold expression.
Fortunately, the journey was uneventful, and just as we were about to reach the exit indicated by the farm manager, a group of desert scorpions suddenly emerged from underground.
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched: "Little Linzi, is this something you provoked?"
"puff!"
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