Under the exquisite and simple hairpin, the long hair pours down like splashing ink and falls on the shoulders. The oval face has soft lines, the thin eyebrows are like crescent moon, the water eyes are like clear springs, and the slightly curled eyelashes make people look a bit lazy.
Covering up a hint of condensation under his eyes.
Beautiful but not glamorous, charming but not coquettish, she showed no fear in the face of that sword, neither frightened nor disturbed.
"Are you... Dabao?" Ye Beiling said after a while.
Mu Lingbo's expression suddenly changed, his eyes filled with anger, "Mu, little treasure!"
"I'm sorry, mother...Uncle, my mother's name is not Dabao. That was the stage name I gave her, but she never liked it very much!"
Mu Lingbo raised his eyebrows and snorted a warning.
"Mom, don't be arrogant! In fact, my mother's surname is Mu. She will be angry if you call her Dabao. Uncle, for the sake of your personal and property safety, please don't make any more mistakes." Mu Xiaobao sincerely suggested.
I've never heard of the master named Mu... but his strength is so unfathomable that he can't even detect it.
You must know that his sword spirit is stable and he is already an intermediate sword god.
Martial arts practitioners in Beiming Continent are distinguished from ordinary martial arts practitioners only by having sword spirits. They practice sword spirits from family secret books, and then specialize in sword energy levels. Ordinary civilians do not have this natural condition at all.
Starting from the most junior swordsman, to sword master, sword god, and sword master, each stage must go through arduous and long training.
The number of sword masters in the entire continent can be counted on one hand. Those who can reach the level of sword gods are highly regarded in all countries.
He, Ye Beiling, is naturally a leader among the younger generation, but this woman... what is her background?
"Uncle riding a horse, do you want to slip away without anyone noticing?" The clear child's voice sounded again, and all eyes suddenly focused on Fu Lingrui again.
Fu Lingrui suddenly couldn't move a step.
The child's voice couldn't be shaken off, "Uncle, of course you can leave if you want, but did you forget something before you left?"
He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that it was over.
In front of two masters, he had no power to fight back.
"You, you... what do you want..." Fu Lingrui didn't dare to move, his arrogance finally completely gone, "What on earth did I forget?"
Mu Lingbo shook his head happily. Fortunately, she had severed ties with the Fu family, otherwise who would be willing to admit that this was her brother.
Mu Xiaobao giggled with a clear childlike voice, and ran up to him and winked, "Didn't uncle say that he wanted to treat me to a drink? Have you forgotten? How do you sell uncle's toast and fine wine?"
There were more and more sweat beads on Fu Lingrui's face, and big beads were flowing down.
Looking at the little boy close at hand, evil thoughts started to stir in his heart, but before he could make the first move, two stones accurately hit his knees, causing him to immediately lose strength and kneel down.
Ye Beiling was still leaning on his ink sword, "I happen to be curious about how to sell this wine, I'm afraid it won't be cheap."
Mu Xiaobao nodded, "Yes, and what did this uncle just say about his last name?"
Fu Lingrui didn't dare to say anything.
Ye Beiling was very interested and added, "He seemed to say it was Fu."
"That's right! You just pay, whoever pays pays!" Mu Xiaobao clapped his hands, "Uncle Fu, your surname is so high-end and majestic, so you won't buy those cheap drinks that cost thousands of gold a cup, right?"
Fu Lingrui almost actually vomited blood!
And what does cheap wine worth thousands of gold a cup mean? Is it really okay to let children who don’t understand prices talk casually?
