Mo Qingyang felt slightly cold. Isn't disinfectant also water?
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes and moved away in disgust. "Don't even mention my senior brother, I can't bear to lose face like that."
Mo Qingyang's face flushed slightly. The scholar Mo Qingcheng's appearance had dispelled the poison, and a strange feeling flashed through his mind.
"Qing...Junior Brother, where are we going?"
"Damn it." Mo Qingcheng was a little tired. She scanned the area with her divine sense and found several tails following her at a distance.
"Junior brother, do you want to..." Mo Qingyang made a throat-slitting gesture, annoying tail.
Mo Qingcheng shook her head. "Why waste your energy when someone's already giving you meal tickets? Are you that free?"
Mo Qingyang: "..."
Was I rejected?
The two walked at a leisurely pace, leaving room for the tails behind them to send messages. Mo Qingcheng thought to herself, "Are those bird people at home also bored?"
Haha, it's time to go back and take a look.
Mo Qingyang was stepped on, but he couldn't bear to say anything. The hem of the girl's dress accidentally got tangled with the hem of his robe. One was black and the other was white, like an ink painting, very pleasing to the eye, and he couldn't bear to ruin it.
Mo Qingcheng stepped on the second foot before she came to her senses. Her face flushed red, and she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, do you believe me if I say I didn't mean to?"
Mo Qingyang: "..."
I don't believe you for a second. Do you even believe it yourself?
Mo Qingcheng grinned, "Senior brother..."
Mo Qingyang's eyes lit up, his gaze fixed intently on Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "Never seen a handsome young master before?"
Mo Qingyang was both amused and exasperated. He had seen narcissistic people before, but never anyone this narcissistic.
The two exchanged a glance, and Mo Qingcheng chuckled. The gloom of the past few days instantly dissipated. Whether there was anything wrong or not, the acne-faced handsome man was a perfect acne-watching companion.
Following the marks left by Baili Mingyue, the two arrived at a dilapidated thatched hut.
The courtyard was eerily silent. Mo Qingcheng had just taken a step when Mo Qingyang stopped her: "I'll do it..."
Mo Qingcheng's ears twitched slightly; the tail came so fast!
Mo Qingyang entered the house and whistled to signal that Mo Qingcheng was not in danger.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a cold smile as she entered the thatched hut.
Baili Mingyue sat leisurely at the table, startled, and took a sip of tea: "So late?"
Mo Qingyang glared at Baili Mingyue, picked up his teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips: "Baili, there are quite a few people who want you dead... Shouldn't this young master join in the fun too?"
Baili Mingyue: "Whatever..."
The three chatted casually, waiting for the tail to come to them on its own. They waited for about fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and more than a dozen men in black rushed in. Upon seeing the scene before them, they nearly choked on their own blood.
How bored are these people? Drawing eight kings on a piece of paper...
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile: "You're here, bro?"
The man in black barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. Was he stupid?
Mo Qingcheng glanced at her disdainfully: "Why haven't you made a move yet?"
The men in black were collectively dumbfounded. Young lady, please accept our utmost respect!
wrong!
Damn it, they've been bewitched by that young lady!
Enraged, the man in black drew his sword, but Mo Qingcheng smirked wickedly, "Heh, a free meal ticket..."
Free ticket refund?
What the hell?
Although the man in black did not understand what Mo Qingcheng said, he knew perfectly well that it was not a kind remark.
He thought he would earn this money very easily, but he almost lost it all to a young woman...
A series of strong winds swept in, surrounding the three of them. Mo Qingcheng remained calm, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Let's finish this quickly."
Mo Qingyang and Baili Mingyue instantly clashed with the man in black.
Fifteen minutes later...
If it weren't for the lingering faint smell of blood, no one would have guessed that the room had become a scene of carnage.
"Qingqing, here you go!" Baili Mingyue placed a dark token in Mo Qingcheng's hand.
Mo Qingcheng glanced down indifferently, her eyes narrowing slightly...
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