Shangguan Liuyun's face changed slightly. He quickly returned to normal, stretched out his hand towards the little girl, and said softly: "Bao'er, tell me, do you want to go with me?"
Murong Wan nodded immediately: "Yeah..."
Her small mouth was covered by Mo Shangqian, and she could no longer make any sound. Naturally, she could not express her wishes.
"Mo Shangqian, don't force me to take action!" Shangguan Liuyun's eyes darkened, he opened his lips coldly, and his body immediately emitted strong spiritual pressure.
Mo Shangqian smiled lightly and said nothing, but suddenly he also emitted strong spiritual pressure.[
The two men quickly formed a confrontation, but to the pain of everyone watching the excitement around them, they only felt a tightness in their chests and could not breathe freely, let alone Murong Wan who was being held in Mo Shangqian's arms. Because he had no cultivation, he could not resist this kind of thing.
With the terrible spiritual pressure, her little face suddenly turned as pale as snow, and her little body leaned softly into Mo Shangqian's arms: "Master, Master, no, I don't feel comfortable..."
She is a child now, and has no cultivation level, so she cannot resist the spiritual awareness tactics of two immortal cultivators at the same time.
The spiritual pressure of these two men is so high that only those who are cultivators in the infant stage can achieve this, right?
She once heard that if Mo Shangqian wanted to become an immortal, that would be no problem. The problem was that he hadn't had enough fun yet and didn't want to become an immortal so quickly.
Mo Shangqian likes life in the human world, and prefers to do whatever he wants in the world without anyone caring about him.
Because of this, Mo Shangqian has never cultivated immortality, he just does it casually.
Today, she felt the strong spiritual pressure emitted by Mo Shangqian, and she could suddenly understand why Xiaoxue was so afraid of Mo Shangqian that day. It was actually because Mo Shangqian had a terrifying power.
As for Shangguan Liuyun, he is also a rare master, but compared to Mo Shangqian, he is still inferior. As for the specific difference, she cannot feel it. After all, she is currently inaction and does not have such ability to sense.
Mo Shangqian looked at the little one in his arms and saw that her face was as pale as paper, and his heart suddenly tightened. He immediately collected all his spiritual pressure and gently touched the little one's face with the back of his hand: "Bao'er,
Are you uncomfortable?"
Murong Wan snuggled into Mo Shangqian's arms, not wanting to pretend: "Well, my chest feels tight and uncomfortable." It felt like she was about to vomit.
Hearing this, Mo Shangqian took a step back with the little guy in his arms. Shangguan Liuyun wanted to follow, but Mo Shangqian raised his palm, and a group of women in red, headed by Yang Hua, stepped forward to stop Shangguan Liuyun.
The path of clouds.
It took Shangguan Liuyun half a quarter of an hour to get rid of the entanglement of the girls. When he stepped forward to take a look, he found that the two little guys were gone, and Mo Shangqian naturally disappeared without a trace.
Later, Murong Wan was carried into a palace-style building by Mo Shangqian.
The doors of this building are one after another, and there are two women guarding each floor. The women are all dressed in red clothes, which are similar in color to the red clothes Mo Shangqian is wearing, which is bright and eye-catching.
Murong Wan saw this in her eyes and felt strange in her heart. She asked puzzledly: "Why are the people around Master all women, and they all wear red clothes? Does red look good?"
Xiaobao also had the same question and was waiting for Mo Shangqian's answer.
"How beautiful is red? It's flamboyant and gorgeous, and I like it. When little Bao'er grows up, she will also wear red, it will definitely look good." Mo Shangqian said, looking at the snow-white dress on the little girl with disgust, shaking his head and sighing
: "Wearing white at home is like the death of a relative, which is unlucky. Wear red in the future."
