The man in black cried out in alarm as the pill rolled into his mouth and melted instantly. The next second, his throat burned, and the pain almost made him faint.
Is it too late to regret it now?
The man in black was filled with remorse; he shouldn't have been so greedy for such a small gain, which cost him his life...
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on her lips, and looked down at the man in black: "Do you like this gift?"
Like it my ass!
The man in black really wanted to curse. This kind of liking, this special gift, is probably only something a jerk would like.
Unable to speak or move, feeling as if a thousand ants were gnawing at my heart, I wished I could just smash my head against a block of tofu and die.
Mo Qingcheng said wickedly, "If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes..."
The man in black, tears streaming down his face, shook his head and sobbed as he was taken away by the Black and White Impermanence sent by the King of Hell under the cover of night...
Half an hour later, two figures flashed into the inn, one after the other...
The next morning, Mo Qingcheng was awakened by knocking on the door. She opened her eyes impatiently and said, "Beautiful Elder, who is that blind fool outside?"
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue: "..."
Suddenly I don't want to talk anymore. Whose crazy little girl is this? Take her away right now...
"Miss Mo, my young lady invites you!" came the voice of Qingling, Lan Shuangqin's head maid, from outside the door.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes, turned over, and continued sleeping. Who is your daughter? How come I don't know?
The straight-laced maid Qingling frowned unhappily: "Miss Mo, my young lady is..." She never asks for help easily. Is there some unknown secret behind this?
"Shut up!" A lazy, cold voice came from inside.
The door opened without any wind, startling Qingling. She looked up and met the beautiful woman's ambiguous smile, instantly shrinking back in her own gaze.
"You...you?" Qingling felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet, instantly chilling her to the bone.
This seemingly sweet-smiling young woman is poisonous; she might have even tasted the heart of a fox…
"Ha, so your young lady is a young lady, but my young lady isn't?"
If she were new here, Mo Qingcheng would love to slap this gossipy maid away. She had long disliked her, as she always acted on her own initiative and would eventually kill her young mistress.
“Miss Mo, my young lady invites you to have dinner with her…” Qingling pursed her lips, clenched her fists, and quickly lowered her head.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes. They're all ancient foxes, why bother talking about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?
Just as she was about to refuse, her sleeve was tugged. Mo Qingcheng turned around and saw Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue looking at her pitifully.
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Is it too late to run away now?
A quarter of an hour later, Lan Shuangqin came out to greet her with great joy. Upon seeing Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue's appearance, her eyes flickered slightly, and she felt somewhat guilty...
Damn it, why did she come along?
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly: "Miss Lan, thank you for your hospitality. I am deeply grateful. My beautiful aunt was afraid I might offend someone important, so she escorted me all the way here. I hope Miss Lan won't take offense?"
Lan Shuangqin: "..."
So annoying...
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue's eyes sparkled; she did nothing but stand there, exuding captivating charm. Who could resist her?
"How could that be? We're too busy welcoming you..."
"Since Miss Lan is so hospitable, she must have also arranged a gift for Aunt Meiren, right?" Mo Qingcheng shamelessly asked.
Lan Shuangqin: "..."
I suddenly have a strong urge to kick someone away. What should I do?
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines with a mischievous grin, shouted at the top of her lungs, "Little Qingqing, don't embarrass your beautiful aunt..."
"puff!"
"Ha ha……"
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