Mo Buchou's face was still ugly, but he also let go of the question of why he was called Feng Siniang, and said in a calm voice: "There is an additional worshiper on Tonglu Mountain, named Chen Yang."
Feng Siniang immediately turned stern and shouted: "What did the young master explain?"
"Keep it the same and don't let outsiders get involved. How did you do it?"
Mo Buchou's face was like the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't to fulfill Young Master Yu's instructions, I wouldn't have offended an alchemist."
"Alchemist?"
Feng Siniang was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "How could an alchemist who is practicing casual cultivation come to our Tonglu Mountain to make offerings?"
"You must be dim-sighted, Mr. Mo!"
"Mo Lao" is obviously an honorific, but when it came out of Feng Siniang's mouth, it was full of irony. She almost pointed at Mo Buchou's nose and said, "You are old, you are no longer good, you can't even recognize people with your eyes."
Mo Buchou's tone became colder: "I saw it with my own eyes."
"Yeah?"
Feng Siniang played with the hair hanging down on the side of her face and murmured to herself: "It seems that the young master's worries are correct. You are a good-for-nothing. You are really unreliable."
"You can't even stop an outsider from sneaking in so blatantly."
"shut up!"
Mo Buchou was furious, and all his patience turned into lava, exploding at this moment.
His beard and hair were spread out, and he was approaching step by step. The talisman in his left hand and the magical weapon in his right hand were all emitting spiritual light.
"Feng Siniang, please figure out your identity, and also figure out my identity."
"I'm just a guest of the Yu family. Unlike you, I'm just a concubine who can't even compare to a decent family slave."
Feng Siniang was happy and unafraid, she raised her head with a sneer and said, "Don't worry, it seems you don't take the young master seriously."
Mo Buchou took a step in front of Feng Siniang, stopped, and did not take action after all.
He said expressionlessly: "Young Master, I have repaid my kindness."
"This offering is not appropriate."
"I will not be involved in the following matters."
"Feng Siniang, if you want to stir up trouble with the young master, feel free to do so."
Feng Siniang was stunned for a moment. She never thought that Mo Buchou would directly say the words of breaking up. She couldn't help but take a step back and asked: "Mo Buchou, the young master has actually arrived. How dare you do what you just said in front of him?"
Say it again?"
Mo Buchou looked indifferent: "Why don't you dare?"
"In this troubled time, can the young master still kill my old man?"
"I'm over eighty years old, and I'm tired of life. It would be my honor if the young master personally took action to give me a ride."
"As for you..."
Mo Buchou glanced at Feng Siniang with disdain and sneered: "With this night owl skin that the young master gave you, you can be sneaky and sneaky, but if you want to attack me, you are still close."
Feng Siniang and Chen Yang's expressions both changed.
Feng Siniang suddenly came back to her senses and understood what Mo Buchou meant.
She said fiercely: "Mo Bu Chou, you want to threaten the young master. If you don't let you go, you will expose what you know, right?"
"Okay, being too old to die is a thief. Do you still want to say that you have left some backup plans? As soon as you die, you will take the matter to the Yin Demon Sect?"
Mo Buchou continued to be expressionless and shook his head slowly: "I didn't say that, but you can think so, and you can make trouble as much as you want. I will accept it all."
When Mo Buchou said this, Feng Siniang was speechless for a moment and could not continue to speak.
What moved Chen Yang's expression was not Mo Wuchou's sudden fierceness, nor was it Feng Siniang's belief that Mo Wuchou had some hidden agenda.
What he cared about was what Mo Buchou inadvertently pointed out, the shawl Feng Siniang was wearing, the so-called night owl skin.