Mo Chuyue nearly choked on a mouthful of blood, her alluring eyes curving into a smirk: "Young Master, you'd better pray you don't fall into my hands..."
snort!
Otherwise, I'll definitely make you...
Bai Yi didn't even bother to glance at Mo Chuyue, his whole body radiating coldness. "Fox girl, trying to seduce me?"
Why don't you just fly to the sky?
No way!
Mo Chuyue was humiliated and turned to leave in a huff. Only after that figure disappeared from Phoenix Perch Pavilion did Mo Yi and the others dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Bai Yi, mighty!"
"Brother Bai, I admire you!"
"Brother Bai, you're in big trouble..."
Hei Yi, bewildered, said, "You lot, speak like human beings!"
Mo San, unafraid of death, stepped forward, his eyes full of sympathy: "Boss Bai, Elder Bai is not only skilled in using poison, but also... he likes young, handsome men..."
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
Laughter filled the Phoenix Pavilion. Mo Qingcheng turned over and fell into a deep sleep. There was a tough battle ahead tomorrow. Would it be stupid not to sleep?
Mo Qingwu was summoned away by Aunt Bai, and no one knows what the mother and daughter discussed. The servants wished they could disappear into the ground. When Mo Qingwu emerged, her eyes were red and swollen…
Mo Qingcheng slept soundly through the night, but was awakened early by a delicious aroma. Mo Yi came to call her for dinner.
Mo Qingcheng stretched lazily in Chenle Pavilion, got up from the bed, looked at the crystal dumplings and crab roe buns on the table, her beautiful eyes curved, and she gave a thumbs up.
After a hearty meal, the group arrived at the competition venue, which was already packed with people.
Mo Qingcheng found a quiet place, closed her eyes to rest, and asked Bai Yi to draw lots in her place. Hei Yi's mouth twitched wildly: "Madam, aren't you afraid that Bai Yi will draw a bad lot and make you draw your biggest enemy?"
"It's alright." We'll have to settle this in the ring sooner or later; it's just a matter of who goes first...
Mo Yi remained silent for a moment, then whispered a reminder, "Master, I saw Mo Qingwu whispering with several disciples from the Mo family's collateral branches..." They definitely want to get back at you...
The Mo Guards remained silent, fearing that their master would suffer in silence.
Mo Qingcheng learned about the general situation of the opponents from several elders last night, so there was nothing to worry about. It was just that some people were good at hidden weapons, some were good at poison, and some were good at formations...
Bai Yi, with a cold face, went to draw lots for Mo Qingcheng, just as the jade slip steward elder, Mo Qing'an, was about to draw a lot.
Mo Qing'an's eye twitched violently. What was Qingqing up to?
Fifteen minutes later, Bai Yi, holding the lot he had drawn, came to Mo Qingcheng's side, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
"Bai Yi, did you draw a complete idiot?"
Bai Yi glared at him, and Hei Yi shrank back. "Uh, did I guess right?" Look at this, what incredible luck!
Mo Qingcheng reached out her hand, glanced at it, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Bai Yi, you're awesome!"
Bai Yi: "..."
Shut up!
The lady became increasingly lethargic, her condition fluctuating unpredictably.
After an incense stick had burned for a while, with a "duang" sound, the second competition began.
Five arenas are held simultaneously, one-on-one, with the winners advancing to the next round. Only the top five in the finals qualify for the final showdown between the hidden families.
Mo Qingcheng waited boredly, glancing casually at the arena a few times; it wasn't intense at all.
The elders were drowsy, the referees were listless, and the spectators were even more distracted, chatting about everyday matters and gossiping.
Alas, the Mohists are getting worse year by year. I wonder if they will have a brilliant performance this year?
After an unknown amount of time, a mechanical voice rang out from the stage: "Number Two Thunder Tower, number two hundred and fifty, versus number two hundred and five!"
"Haha! Two idiots?"
"puff!"
"Cough cough!"
Mo Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, her face disheveled in the wind...
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