Mo Qingcheng looked up and saw a handsome man in white bowing deeply to the crowd: "I am Xuan Yuanfeng, the young master of the Xuan Yuan family."
Everyone: "..."
Where's your face?
Everyone knows that Xuanyuan Xiu is an adopted son of the Xuanyuan family. If it weren't for the patriarch finding his long-lost son—no, his illegitimate son…
No, even if the illegitimate child can't be found, you won't get a share of the Xuanyuan family's young master.
"Xuanyuan Xiu, a person should know his own limitations. Who do you think you are?"
"Bah! What nonsense about a young master! Did Ancestor Xuanyuan agree?"
"That's right, if you want to be the young master of the Xuanyuan family, get back to your Xuanyuan family. A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way, we still need to get out, if you want to die, go die somewhere else!"
Xuan Yuanfeng's expression grew increasingly grim. His sharp gaze swept across the crowd, meeting Xuan Yuanlin's mocking eyes, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.
Damn it, all this wealth and glory should have belonged to me, Xuan Yuanfeng…
"Gentlemen, regardless of whether I can become the young master of the Xuanyuan family, the best course of action now is for us to unite and find a way out of the Netherworld."
"These are either young masters or daughters of prominent families. When did they ever need an adopted son to take the lead?"
"What is it?!"
Xuan Yuanfeng's face grew increasingly grim. He was about to say something when a melodious voice came from the crowd. Who else could it be but Mo Qingcheng?
"Oh, Young Master Xuanyuan, you've usurped someone else's place and now you want to corrupt everyone's intelligence? Has your brain been filled with water or got caught in a door?"
Mo Qingcheng glanced at Xuan Yuanfeng with a half-smile, her expression full of provocation.
Don't underestimate her just because she doesn't have many informants. This Xuan Yuanfeng is no good; he's stabbed her in the back countless times. That idiot Mo Qingwu has been fooled countless times...
Xuan Yuanfeng was so angry he almost exploded on the spot: "Who did I think it was? A country bumpkin from the Mo family?"
"So what if I'm a country bumpkin? I'm still the Mo family head's biological daughter..."
"puff!"
"Ha ha!"
"I'm dying of laughter! There are jokes every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual!"
"Miss Country Bumpkin is still slightly better."
"Hey, look! Miss Country Bumpkin is with her illegitimate son..."
"Aren't they a perfect match?"
The world was deathly silent.
Holy crap!
Even with her good temper, Mo Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. This instructor has a short temper, no ability, yet she occupies the position without doing anything, who does she think she is disgusting?
"Little Linzi, aren't you going to make a move?" Mo Qingcheng patted the man's arm and shot him a glare.
Ahem... I wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but that jerk was too tall and didn't realize his place, so he didn't squat down and let her pat him.
Xuan Yuanlin was slightly taken aback, but the next second, with perfect understanding, he rushed forward just like Mo Qingcheng.
"Smack!"
"Bang!
"ah--"
The world fell silent again, and Mo Qingcheng unleashed her furious rant.
"It's one thing to be ugly, but to wander around like that is really wrong of some people. Enemies are often the most troublesome; the ancients were right. Didn't you know your mother was calling you home for dinner?..."
Everyone: "..."
How do we continue this conversation?
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes at the group and began breaking the formation with Xuan Yuanlin.
The next second, Mo Qingchen walked over with his brother Mo Qingfeng: "Everyone, my sister and brother-in-law broke the formation together. Anyone who wants to come out with us will receive one hundred mid-grade spirit stones each."
"Hiss... Why don't you just rob it?"
"Exactly, what are you?"
"One hundred mid-grade spirit stones, that's most of our assets."
"Oh, so your lives are worthless, not even worth a hundred mid-grade spirit stones..." Mo Qingchen added insult to injury, infuriating everyone involved.
Everyone: "...%￥%#"
I really want to contribute as a group.
"It's fine if he doesn't hand it over, I will find a way to keep him in the Netherworld..."
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