The young boy returned to the next room with a dark expression, only to be met with strange looks from the three men.
"Men should learn to take responsibility, remain calm in the face of adversity, and not blindly follow the crowd."
What you see with your eyes may not be the truth.
"You've misunderstood. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
Baili Mingyue, Yunlei, and Hulai shook their heads, their eyes filled with disappointment. They had thought he was a minor king, but it turned out he was just a broken bronze.
This scene deeply pierced the heart of the young boy. Shangguan Yichen clenched his fists tightly, his body stiff: "We'll see."
The three of them: "..."
Wait and see? Wait my ass...
Shangguan Yichen lay on the cold kang, silent, his eyes vacant, not at all endearing, and his words so sharp…
The dark and windy night was the perfect time to act, and several figures successively scaled the wall and sped away.
Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched. What were the purposes of all these big shots being confined here?
Do you think this is your own backyard? Coming and going as you please? How can you be so infuriating?
The StarCraft One farm has a built-in scanning function, but it becomes useless when faced with an expert. I wonder which part went wrong?
Could it be that the Black Dragon Stone lacks sufficient energy?
Good heavens!
Mo Qingcheng roared to the sky, "Who tricked this instructor into coming here?"
Farmer trembled, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, saying, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't hear you, I didn't hear you..."
Suddenly, Mo Qingcheng's ears twitched; someone was coming.
In the blink of an eye, a gray figure landed in the courtyard. "Miss Mo, I apologize for disturbing you by arriving so late at night."
"Third Elder, you're too kind..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes were slightly cold.
Third Elder: "..."
Is that all? Shouldn't you be asking why this old man is here so late at night?
After waiting for a long time without any response from Mao, the Third Elder angrily turned and left with Hua Yunyao.
Mo Qingcheng gently got up and walked to the dean. The clouds were thick; was it going to rain?
There was a small bundle on the stone table; even a fool could guess what it contained.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile, her eyes calm and still. Why not take advantage of it? Things will settle down soon. Building houses, buying land, buying shops, sending the children to school—where will we not need money?
Only a fool would refuse!
A small hand pressed on the bundle: "Be careful, it might be poisoned."
"He won't die..." Mo Qingcheng smiled, reached out her devilish hand, ruffled the little boy's head, and casually took the bundle in her hand, her expression suddenly changing.
"Get out of the way!" Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, and the bundle flew to the next room, hitting Hu Lai squarely.
"Are you alright?" Shangguan Yichen's eyes flashed with anxiety, and he couldn't help but protect Mo Qingcheng's hand: "Let me see!"
"It's alright!" Mo Qingcheng cursed. She had been careless. Damn it, Third Elder, this debt... I'll make you pay back a hundredfold sooner or later.
Shangguan Yichen's face was cold: "I'm the man of the house, are you going to disobey me?"
In the darkness, the woman chuckled: "Alright, alright, I'll watch then..."
Mo Qingcheng was speechless; she had to spoil him even if she had to kneel down.
The light was dim, and Shangguan Yichen couldn't see anything, so he simply reached out and touched her a few times. Finding that Mo Qingcheng didn't seem to have any discomfort, he was slightly relieved.
"Alright, my little man, it's getting late. Go to sleep. We have a tough battle to fight tomorrow morning," Mo Qingcheng said lightly.
Guan Yichen's small figure on the mountain stiffened: "I...I'm sorry, please take care of yourself..."
"I know, it feels so good to be protected!" Mo Qingcheng raised her eyes, watched the little boy disappear into the darkness, and then flashed into the space.
Damn it, that old bastard, so ungrateful, daring to scheme against me...
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