Mo Bu Chou walked over and punched the wintersweet tree with his fist.
With a crunch, a branch broke and fell down.
"Oops~"
"Oops~"
Two screams of pain came out almost at the same time.
The first sound is of no need to worry.
He is heartbroken.
This wintersweet was Mo Buchou's favorite. After nurturing it, it took on its current shape. However, due to a sudden loss of mood, this wintersweet was half destroyed.
Another cry of pain came from a black shadow squatting in the corner under the wintersweet tree.
He was unprepared for being hit on the head by a wintersweet branch.
The damage was not much, but the shock was enough.
He thought Mo Buchou had discovered his traces and took action against him.
"who?!"
"Who is there?!"
Mo Bu Chou couldn't care less about his heartache for the wintersweet. He pointed his toes to the ground and flew upside down. As he flipped his hands, he found a talisman in his left hand and a golden knife in his right hand. Between the swelling of his Dantian, there was something faintly about to come out.
Chen Yang nodded repeatedly after seeing this, and just had to eat a mouthful of popcorn to applaud.
Mo Buchou's reaction was worthy of that of an old casual cultivator who had spent time at the bottom of the world of immortality.
Suddenly encountered something wrong,
The first step is to retreat violently,
Immediately after that, a talisman and a magical weapon were revealed, and the hidden cards were ready to be revealed.
If you were to go against Mo Buchou at this time, you would definitely be greeted by a counterattack like a howling wind.
"it's me!"
After the black shadow rolled, he stood up with his back pressed against the wall.
"Huh?"
Chen Yang was surprised. The voice from the black shadow was actually a female voice.
"Is it a woman?"
"It's you!"
Mo Buchou lowered his hands, the talisman and the golden sword were still in his hands, but they were no longer so tense.
Chen Yang could tell by looking at them that the two of them knew each other.
Mo Buchou immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Feng Siniang, what do you mean?"
"What do you want to do when you sneak into my house?"
Feng Siniang walked out of the darkness, swaying step by step, just like a lotus swaying in the wind or water.
Chen Yang's eyes lit up, not because of Feng Siniang's charming appearance, but because of the fur she took off and draped over her body like a shawl.
The shawl was black with light, like the most oily and slippery fine fur, and it looked as if water was constantly flowing on it.
Feng Siniang just used this shawl to cover herself, so she could hide it from Mo Buchou. If Wufu Boy hadn't reminded him, Chen Yang wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't pay attention.
Feng Siniang giggled, stretched out her hand to pick up the flower, sniffed it gently in front of her nose, and said lightly: "Six Niang is just watching you for the Lord, lest you make mistakes and ruin the Lord's important affairs."
Her attitude was so arrogant that Mo Buchou was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, then endured it and said in a sullen voice: "Feng Siniang, don't forget, you are just a concubine of Young Master Yu.
"
"Don't forget, why are you called Siniang? Because there are three others in front of you. I have seen them all. The grass on their graves is longer than your hair."
Feng Siniang's face darkened, while Chen Yang's eyes widened.
I never thought that this old man has a very vicious mouth, especially the saying that the grass on the grave is longer than the hair. This is the first time Chen Yang has heard this.
Is this Feng Siniang Yu Qiufeng's concubine?
"That would be interesting."
Chen Yang's eyes swept back and forth over Mo Buchou and Feng Siniang, thoughtfully.
Feng Siniang waved her sleeves, and no longer looked like a smoky and charming person, and said coldly: "Six Niang is asking you on behalf of the Lord. You should have a correct attitude and answer well."
"Is there anything going on on Tonglu Mountain recently?"