Baili Mingyue carried a flask of wine in his hand, walking in the desolate night wind.
Mo Qingyang's lips twitched slightly: "This young master is not interested in you!"
"Ha...you're interested in someone, but alas...the flower is willing, but the water is indifferent..."
"The pot calling the kettle black, neither of us should be criticizing the other, right?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Mo Qingyang's eyes as he turned away.
Baili Mingyue took a sip of the drink, chuckling softly, "Is that so? But this young master... seems to be luckier than you..."
Mo Qingyang was so angry he gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better hide this for the rest of your life, lest she discover anything."
“Ha, idle radish…” Baili Mingyue sat on the stone table, leaning to one side, gazing up at the night sky.
The two figures, one in black and one in white, formed a stark contrast. When Black One and White One returned, they were startled to find such a tender scene.
"Brother, it's late and the dew is heavy, take it easy..." Hei Yi said, then turned and left.
Suddenly, two strong gusts of wind swept in, and Hei Yi screamed, "Ah, you have no sportsmanship!"
Bai Yi watched with his arms crossed: "Tsk tsk, this show is really entertaining..."
"Senior brother, help! These two vermin have insulted our sect! This is intolerable..." Hei Yi shouted as he ran toward Bai Yi, trying to shift the blame.
Bai Yi looked disgusted: "That's because you're not skilled enough!"
"Senior brother, if you don't help me, I'll tell your secret to my husband... ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hei Yi was kicked away and landed on the ground with a close embrace.
A white shadow flashed, and with two loud "bangs," neither Mo Qingyang nor Baili Mingyue escaped unscathed; each of them received a kick to the buttocks.
Mo Qingyang blushed, and he and Baili Mingyue fought back in solidarity. Hei Yi sat on the ground, pulled out a bag of melon seeds from somewhere, and started eating them while watching the show.
Bai Yi nearly choked to death on a mouthful of blood. This brat really doesn't know what's good for him.
A chill ran down Hei Yi's spine. Confused, he looked at Bai Yi and asked, "Senior brother, are you sure you can handle this?"
"Whether it works or not, haven't you already tried?" Bai gritted her teeth. Didn't he know that a man shouldn't ask "can it work?" whether it's a verbal or physical argument?
Blackie let out an "Oh," shifted its rear end, and continued watching the spectacle.
Half an hour later, Mo Qingyang and Baili Mingyue, their faces bruised and swollen, fell to the ground, glaring angrily at Bai Yi.
Bai curled his lip: "A bunch of trash!"
Hei Yi spat sunflower seed shells onto Mo Qingyang's face: "Senior brother, wait for me..."
"Shut up, I'm not interested in you!" Bai Yi said, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd before he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Mo Qingyang and Baili Mingyue exchanged a glance, then attacked Hei Yishuang, and a scream pierced the sky...
Everyone was already used to it; one person was always getting injured, and they got used to it. Even Bai Zimo, who loved watching the excitement the most, didn't come out, let alone the others.
The next morning, after having breakfast, Mo Qingcheng and the others split into two groups and headed straight for Shatin Town.
However, this time their target was not only Shatian Village. Mu Shenyi took Mu Wanqing and Shangguan Yichen to other villages.
Mo Qingcheng, disguised as a man, stood alongside Mo Qingyang and Baili Mingyue, holding her own in no way, and even slightly outshining them. Her speech and mannerisms carried a touch of roguish charm.
Mo Qingyang frowned slightly: "Qingqing, you should still..."
"Shut up! Do you want to kill Qingqing?" Baili Mingyue shouted.
Mo Qingyang glared at Baili Mingyue angrily: "Do you know what I'm trying to say?"
Baili Mingyue: "..."
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