Mo Qingcheng picked at her ear and glanced at it indifferently, which made Mo Qingyue tremble with fright.
"Miss……"
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Miss? What the heck?
Seeing that Mo Qingcheng was silent, Mo Qingyue thought she had heard something she shouldn't have and wondered if she would be silenced.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes elegantly. She'd seen silly people before, but never one this silly...
The two stared at each other for about fifteen minutes before Xuan Yuanlin returned with a dark expression, carrying Mo Qingfeng.
"Big brother...cough cough..." Mo Qingyue exerted too much force and tried to get up, but lost her balance and fell to the ground, feeling so painful that she questioned her existence.
Mo Qingcheng silently turned around: "Let's go!"
Xuan Yuanlin's heart sank instantly. "You've left me with two sick patients?"
I'm furious!
The two brothers, Mo Qingfeng and Mo Qingfeng, supported each other, their steps unsteady, and followed closely behind. As they walked, they suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Where are Miss Qingwu and Young Master Qingchen?
Mo Qingcheng searched her memory and found that the red dots representing Mo Qingchen and his sister had dimmed slightly but had not completely disappeared, indicating that there was no immediate danger to their lives.
After the beast tide, it became increasingly difficult to move around, and carrying two seriously wounded men slowed down their progress.
Mo Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Qingcheng, why don't you leave us here..."
Mo Qingyue shook her head repeatedly in opposition. Could it be that her older brother has damaged his brain?
Mo Qingcheng shot him a glare, and the two brothers obediently shut up. Xuan Yuanlin's mood improved somewhat, tinged with schadenfreude; finally, he was no longer the one who was hurt…
The group continued on their way, walking for more than an hour before reaching the foot of the mountain, where they were stunned by what they saw.
At some point, participants from several major families gathered at the foot of the mountain, seemingly discussing something important.
Mo Qingcheng and Xuan Yuanlin exchanged a glance, communicating silently.
Do you know what happened?
Xuan Yuanlin's expression was solemn. He shook his head, saying he didn't know and hadn't received any information...
Mo Qingcheng gestured for Xuan Yuanlin to step forward and inquire what had happened.
Not long after, Xuanyuan Lin returned, but his face was extremely pale.
"Whose family is in trouble?" Mo Qingcheng asked calmly, taking out a fruit and taking a bite.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
He swallowed hard, gave himself a good scolding, and stared intently at Mo Qingcheng, wondering why she wasn't giving him anything to eat.
Mo Qingcheng ignored the man's meaningful gaze and continued eating her fruit. Want some?
It depends on your performance...
Xuanyuan Lin looked away, “A divine artifact has appeared in the secret realm…”
"Oh..." Mo Qingcheng nodded knowingly and continued to eat the fruit.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Just one word?
What does "oh" mean?
What else could it mean? It just means I, the lady of the house, know, how stupid!
Mo Qingcheng mentally scoffed, almost blurting out "national essence," before clearing her throat and saying, "Aren't you getting up?"
The implication is: You've been following me for so long, why aren't you leaving yet?
Xuan Yuanlin knew Mo Qingcheng's meaning, but deliberately twisted it, pretending not to know, "You were involved too..."
What's it to me?
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes. It must be fake news. Where would so many treasures come from? Still inside the secret realm? If they existed, they would have been taken long ago…
wrong!
A bold guess flashed through Mo Qingcheng's mind, and she smiled slightly: "Young Master Xuanyuan is absolutely right, thank you for your hard work!"
As she spoke, Mo Qingcheng performed a proper bow, which left the man speechless, standing there somewhat at a loss.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "As you... thought..."
"puff……"
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