Mo Qingcheng smiled lazily, glanced at the man in gray, and said in a way that was sure to infuriate him.
Shangguan Yichen nodded slightly, "Mother is right."
The man in gray slipped and nearly fell to his knees. He'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.
"Hmph! You're courting death!" A murderous glint flashed in the gray-clad man's eyes as he suddenly unleashed a palm strike.
A long sigh echoed in the evening breeze. Mo Qingcheng lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped backward.
Shangguan Yichen raised his palm to meet the attack, truly courting death...
The gray-clad man's eyes narrowed, a vague guess forming in his mind: he'd run into a brick wall. Damn it, why didn't he say so sooner?
The young boy had no intention of letting the man in gray go; his attack was swift and deadly. There was no need to be merciful to a desperate criminal. Releasing a tiger back into the mountains would surely bring disaster.
The moment the man in gray clashed with Shangguan Yichen, he regretted his actions so much he wanted to disappear into the ground. He had looked down on Shangguan Yichen so much; now he was being utterly humiliated.
Indeed... Never underestimate a young person's potential.
The man in gray gritted his teeth and swallowed a pill in order to escape as soon as possible, causing his aura to change drastically.
Mo Qingcheng did not stop them, but watched the commotion from the sidelines.
Shangguan Yichen's advantage lay in his agility; he had previously been evenly matched with the gray-clad man, almost evenly matched.
In an instant, the gray-clad man was a level above Shangguan Yichen, displaying a ruthless edge that subtly put the young boy at a disadvantage.
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly and whistled. The gray-clad man's moves were strange, but Hei Yi was more fun to deal with.
As soon as the whistle fell, a dark figure appeared, wielding a long sword with a flick of its blade, aiming for the man's throat.
The man in gray cursed and tried his best to dodge, but Shangguan Yichen thrust his sword diagonally, aiming straight for the man's lower back.
"Bang!" The man in gray dodged a fatal blow, and the sack he was carrying on his shoulder fell to the ground...
A muffled groan came from the sack. Mo Qingcheng gave Hei Yi a meaningful look before drifting away with Shangguan Yichen.
Hei Yi was on the verge of tears. Why was it always me who had to clean up the mess?
Just as the man in gray was about to snatch the sack, everything went black and he fell to the ground.
Hei Yi smirked. Serves him right!
Half an hour later, the group reunited, and Hei Yi handed a black plaque to Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng glanced down at the long, dark wooden block, which was carved with a strange pattern that looked somewhat like a mythical creature. On the back was the character "令" (command), the red characters faintly tinged with blood...
Shangguan Yichen frowned slightly: "Mother, should we throw this thing away?" It would be a loss if it caused trouble for Mother.
Mo Qingcheng nodded and casually tossed the wooden block into the interstellar farm. The next second, the farm erupted in fury.
"Little witch, I'm not a junk collector!"
"Please, Junjun, you're the best!" Mo Qingcheng blinked, her tone soft.
Farmer couldn't help but shudder, and without a second thought, turned and left.
That crazy little devil, if I can't afford to mess with her, can't I at least avoid her?
Several figures disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye...
The next morning, Mo Qingcheng opened her eyes and was startled.
"Mother, why didn't you take Qing'er with you last night?" Mu Wanqing pouted, lying listlessly by the bed.
Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated: "Qing'er, have you forgotten how to be self-motivated?"
"..." However, the little girl looked dejected and remained silent with her eyes downcast.
Mo Qingcheng hugged Mu Wanqing tightly: "Next time, Mother will take you with her, okay?"
"Mommy, you're so good to me!" Mu Wanqing's eyes darted around. "Mommy, I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else..."
Mo Qingcheng nodded: "Qing'er, you speak."
"Mother, I saw something last night..." Mu Wanqing said while observing Mo Qingcheng's reaction, her heart filled with unease.
"Qing'er, you mustn't tell anyone about this. Just pretend you never said anything, understand?" A flash of anger crossed Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes...
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