Chapter 392 Is this even possible?



Mo Qingcheng, with a perfectly legitimate reason, picked some fruit and put it away in front of the others.

Mu Shen smiled and circled around Mo Qingcheng: "Girl, do you have a spatial ring or a bracelet?"

"Shh... old man, possessing a treasure is a crime, don't let anyone know..." Mo Qingcheng stretched out her wrist, and a carved jade bracelet suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Maki Shinichi gasped, "Quick, hide it..."

Mo Qingcheng coughed lightly: "Let's go..."

White One, Black One: "..."

Was I treated like I didn't exist?

Along the way, Mu Shen kept darting around, sometimes holding a rare medicinal herb in his hand, sometimes picking a few fruits, and stuffing them all into Mo Qingcheng's hands: "Girl, quickly hide them."

A faint smile played on Shangguan Yichen's lips; Mu Shenyi was completely fooled by his mother...

Mo Qingcheng glared angrily at Shangguan Yichen. "That drafty leather jacket, humph!"

Shangguan Yichen awkwardly touched his nose: "..."

Was he being rejected? The little boy's lips curved into a smile; the feeling of being rejected... felt so good...

Suddenly, Maki Shinichi sprang out again, his expression strange: "Girl, there's an old monster trying to kill me! Help!"

"Old monster? Where? Don't be afraid, old man, I'll help you beat him up." Mo Qingcheng quickly reassured him.

Could it be...?

"Who dares to trespass into Ghost Valley? Leave at once!" Suddenly, two dark figures flashed and blocked their path.

Covered from head to toe, their faces were obscured, though one could vaguely make out a plump dot and a thin dot. The hems of their black robes were embroidered with a red "ghost" character, clearly indicating they were from the Ghost Valley sect.

This is interesting...

Mo Qingcheng glared at him: "Your grandma has arrived, get out of the way."

"court death!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two men in black nodded, exchanged glances, and instantly made their move.

Two powerful gusts of wind swept towards Mo Qingcheng and the others.

Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a cold smile. She'd arrived just in time.

Shangguan Yichen was eager to try: "Mother, I want to practice."

"Alright!" Mo Qingcheng leaped back, "Mother will guide you."

"Thank you, Mother!" Shangguan Yichen licked his lips, glanced coldly at the skinny man, leaped into the air, and brandished the soft sword at his waist.

The man in black scoffed. "A brat who's barely out of his wits dares to challenge me? He's so arrogant and ignorant, he's practically asking for death!"

Black One fought the fat man, while White One stood aside and finished him off, making Black One so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. Damn it, I want to curse, what should I do?

Black One's defenses were broken by White One's shamelessness, and he quickly realized that he was no match for the fat man.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help! If you lose, you'll disgrace your sect." Hei's eyes darted around, and a plan came to mind.

Bai Yi remained unmoved: "That's because you're not skilled enough. Outer disciples will always be a disgrace..."

"Pfft!" Black One hadn't been defeated by the fat man yet, but instead was furious with White One.

On the other side, after a dozen or so moves, Shangguan Yichen was clearly struggling and was losing his strength. He was nearly stabbed in vital areas several times and was also injured.

One by one, the red plum blossoms bloomed, stinging Mo Qingcheng's eyes.

"Boss, left leg out, right hand empty, 38 degrees to the back, the nine-finger fatal point." Mo Qingcheng's icy voice drifted in the wind.

Shangguan Yichen understood immediately, changed his tactics, and struck the skinny man's vitals.

The skinny man was terrified and hurriedly dodged, retreating step by step under Mo Qingcheng's guidance.

Bai Yi followed suit, giving Hei Yi and the fat man pointers on their sparring...

The two men in black were forced to retreat repeatedly, exchanged a glance, and then unleashed their trump card.

"Retreat quickly! It's poisonous!" Mo Qingcheng seemed to have foreseen this, and shouted softly.

Shangguan Yichen and Hei Yifei leaped back, pushed to safety, and slapped out a packet of poison powder.

Hei Yi was dumbfounded. Could this really be done?

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