Mo Yifeng's eyes flashed slightly and he nodded again, "Young Master Liancheng was once famous in Xuanling Continent. Many people only know that he has superb medical skills, but few people know that he is also one of the strongest. Because he doesn't like to interact with others.
People fight..."
"..." Qu Tan'er blinked and looked at Mo Liancheng with admiration. Then he smiled flatteringly and said, "Sir, from now on, I will be entirely dependent on you. Please give me your advice... Mr. Mo, you can do it."
Get lost."
Two sentences, but two completely different attitudes.
The first sentence is flattery, the second sentence is contempt.
The scene is so clear, the contrast is so strong, and the sight is so impactful.
Can she even draw a board across the river?
Two men——
One of them pursed his lips and glared.
One is as calm as water, but his eyebrows are relaxed and he smiles.
And the latter is naturally our Lord Chengcheng.
At this time, Mo Liancheng said calmly: "Come back to Muxiangju with me. If you don't eat at noon, don't you need to eat at night?" After that, he turned around leisurely and left.
There were not many movements and it was simple. However, when he did it, Qu Tan'er was dumbfounded.
Monster, so beautiful.
She smiled lightly, stood up, and followed him decisively.
As for what the patriarch said, she has naturally kept it in her heart.
Sadness, she has already learned to hide it...
About two quarters of an hour later.
When the two returned to Muxiangju, the maid had already laid out a table of food.
Qu Tan'er was indeed hungry today. At noon, she simply ate some, but not much.
Practicing Qigong is extremely strenuous.
Picking up the chopsticks, she picked up the rice and ate the vegetables without any ceremony.
Compared to Mo Liancheng's elegance and calmness, she was simply gobbling it up.
"I want to leave here in a few days." Mo Liancheng suddenly said.
"Uh? Okay, wherever you go, I'll follow you." She said while eating, her speech was a bit slurred.
"But... the Black Ink Clan may not let people go."
"Huh? Why?"
"My body seems to be the direct bloodline of the Black Ink Clan, according to what the seven elders said."
When Mo Liancheng said this, Qu Tan'er was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Master, don't listen to their nonsense. That guy... ahem, the patriarch's direct descendants are as numerous as a cow's hair. Haha, you don't have to worry about this.
.”
"As many as cow hairs?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yes, you don't remember. There is a Dongyue Kingdom, where there are dozens or hundreds of his direct descendants. You are just one of them. No, I said it wrong again. It's your body
It's just one of them." Qu Tan'er told the truth and told some of the situation in Dongyue Kingdom.
Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I understand what you said. It's just that the blood of the direct descendants of the Mo clan is quite special, and it is different from ordinary people. People who can inherit the blood of the Mo clan, for hundreds of years,
It’s just Yifeng.”
"Uh? What do you mean?" I didn't understand.
"The direct descendants of the Mo clan refer to the children of the Mo clan who were born in the 13th month of pregnancy under normal circumstances."
"Pfft!" Qu Tan'er sprayed.
Thirteen months pregnant...she was horrified when she mentioned this again.
So, she hurriedly grabbed the food. If I'm not mistaken, her body was also born in the 13th month of pregnancy.
Don't tell her that the direct bloodline of the Qu clan is also hers? That would be ridiculous...