At this time, Su Mo's laughter came from outside, "Hey, this old Mr. Wu Yuzi, I don't know what sect he studied under. If Mr. Shen is put to death, you must be responsible."
If Mr. Shen is put to death, how can he take responsibility?
She flicked her sleeves and sat down on the grand master's chair in the hall, looking relaxed and free.
Lan Ru and Lan Ruo stood at the angle of the door and window of the inner room, forming a three-legged relationship with her.
Na Wuyuzi glanced at her proudly and hummed: "Little girl, why do you say that to me? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."
Su Mo didn't feel dissatisfied and said with a smile, "Old sir, you have walked on more bridges than the little girl has walked. Didn't your master teach you to be careful when crossing the bridge? What if we meet on a single-plank bridge? What to do?"
Wu Yuzi snorted coldly and looked at Su Mo, "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Didn't your master teach you?"
Su Mo raised her eyebrows, but smiled and said nothing.
At this time, Ruiqing had already fed the old man a few mouthfuls of soup, and she said in surprise: "The black air on the old man's face has faded a little."
Shen Fei and others hurriedly stepped forward to check, and sure enough, the black energy was originally strong, but now it seemed to be receding.
Wu Yuzi raised her head proudly and stroked her beard. Shen Jingjing snorted, walked up to Su Mo, and said sarcastically: "Su Mo, your father never taught you, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand? Don't harm others or yourself when the time comes. .”
Su Mo tilted his head and stared at her, his eyes full of pity, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "If you don't kowtow to me to apologize, I won't take action again."
Shen Jingjing was so angry that she pointed at her and said loudly: "Su Mo, you're really pissing off your nose. Letting you come to my house means I'm giving you face. You still owe me a competition. Why, this has just begun. You Are you about to admit defeat? There are still ten games and eight games waiting for you."
"Jingjing, don't be rude!" Shen Fei scolded her.
Shen Jingjing stamped her foot, "Brother, you are still obsessed with things. Look at her like this, she is obviously a big liar."
Su Mo wasn't angry either, "This is not a competition, and the winner will be decided in one round." She slowly closed her eyes as she spoke, and at this moment, the handsome Mr. Shen suddenly screamed, spurting out a mouthful of black blood. Then he passed out again.
Ruiqing and Ansheng, who were giving him medicine, were startled when they were sprayed. They didn't care about the blood on their bodies and looked at him again.
