The speaker was the beautiful Ninth Elder, Mo Chuyue, dressed in black with smoky makeup, yet she looked perfectly at ease.
"Hehe, Elder Beauty, these are pumpkin seeds. There are black tea flavor and green tea flavor. Which flavor do you prefer, Beauty?" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow with a roguish air, stretched out his hand, and two packets of pumpkin seeds lay quietly in his palm.
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue's lips curled into a meaningful smile, "Oh? Little Qingqing, what the hell is 'green tea'?"
"Elder Beauty, green tea is a type of tea, but it refers to people who pretend to be sophisticated when it comes to tea, especially women..." Mo Qingcheng explained patiently.
The elders: "..."
What exactly is green tea?
No, the key thing is whether the green tea sunflower seeds taste good or not.
Mo Qingcheng blinked. The beautiful elder was quite perceptive...
The next second, Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, and more than a dozen packets of pumpkin seeds flew out, heading towards the elders.
Whether intentional or coincidental, each elder received two packets, while the pumpkin seeds of the imposter patriarch and the sixth elder were stolen by the ninth and fifth elders… stolen…
"Fifth Elder, did you do this on purpose?" Sixth Elder Mo Yun's face darkened as he glared angrily at Fifth Elder.
Mo Hanshan shook his head seriously: "Don't slander this elder. Do you think I, Mo Hanshan, am such a shallow person? The melon seeds flew over by themselves. It's your fault for being short-handed."
Mo Yun: "..."
What does it feel like to be so angry that you're practically spitting fire?
I'm so angry!
The fake family head's face was always so dark it could drip water. A perfectly good family meeting was ruined by that brat, and the constant sound of her cracking sunflower seeds only made him more and more annoyed.
"The family martial arts competition is in three days! We'll discuss the follow-up matters another day!" With that, Cheng Tian turned and left.
"Father, don't be angry. Sister Qingcheng didn't mean it. After all, she lived in that kind of place for so long... Ah..."
Mo Qingwu covered her face, her eyes filled with accusation, so ashamed and indignant that she really wanted to jump off a building.
Mo Qingcheng glanced at her disdainfully; she was still being unruly even when pricked by needles. Just as you imagined, Mo Qingwu was pricked in the face by the silver needles that Mo Qingcheng had flung out, and beads of blood rolled down her cheeks, the pain making her question the meaning of life.
"Alright, Mo Qingchen, take those ignorant fools and get out of here! Don't disturb this elder's sunflower seed eating!" The Ninth Elder waved his hand, his eyes icy cold.
Mo Qingchen was suddenly called upon, and a chill ran down his spine. "Yes! Elders, this disciple takes his leave!"
The Fifth Elder glanced at Mo Qingwu with interest. "Are you waiting for the Ninth Elder to invite you to lunch?"
Are you kidding me?
The Ninth Elder has many poisons, so if we don't run now, when will we?
Supported by Mo Xinxin and Mo Yulian, Mo Qingwu walked towards the door with a look of grievance in her eyes.
No one noticed the deathly aura emanating from her lowered eyes...
The next second, the council chamber erupted in chaos.
"Little Qingqing, is there anything else delicious? You've spoiled my appetite, what am I going to do?" The Ninth Elder flashed and hugged Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but facepalm. With a wave of her hand, a huge pile of snacks appeared on the table in the council hall.
"Haha, little Qingqing, from now on, you're someone I, Mo Chuyue, will protect!" Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue blinked and reached out to collect all the snacks, but they were still divided up by others.
Aaaaaah! It's been divided up!
"Little Qingqing, do you have any fifth-grade pills?" Third Elder Mo Kun came forward, staring intently at Mo Qingcheng, as if he wanted to bore a hole through her.
Mo Qingcheng was speechless. Based on the elders' preferences, she took out a bunch of things: a bottle of pills, an exquisite dagger, a packet of poison powder, a Yitao glass teacup, a puppet manual, a book on formations, a book on criminal law, and a book on beast taming.
A furious roar rang out: "Qingqing, where is mine?"
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