Mo Feiwei laughed obscenely and looked at Luo Qingfeng disapprovingly.
"Beauty, don't be shy." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and touched her face.
Luo Qingfeng looked at him expressionlessly, as if he didn't see the salty pig's trotters stretched out.
I moved my fingers lightly under my sleeves, and a little powder floated into the air.
He twisted his wrist slightly, blowing a breeze, and the breeze flowed slowly on Mo Feiwei's body.
"Bang"
There was a sudden sound, and Mo Feiwei stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked, and heard him whispering a curse.
He retracted his palm and looked at Luo Qingfeng with a smile, "Beauty, wait for me."
Luo Qingfeng looked at his walking figure indifferently, with a bloodthirsty arc at the corner of his mouth.
Her footsteps moved, and she turned towards the room, and the sound of calling reached her ears.
"father"
The steps she just took stopped, and she looked towards the direction where the sound came from. She turned her face slightly to one side, glanced at the room where Luo Zi was, and then walked out.
When she walked out of her small yard, she realized that the whole place was not very big.
It's a very simple house with simple decoration. It doesn't look like a big family.
But their surname was Mo, so Luo Qingfeng thought of Mo Lingxuan.
Mo Lingxuan is also from the Dongmu Kingdom. Maybe the two families have a direct relationship. Maybe this is a side branch of the Mo family.
It is normal for a large family to have branches scattered all over the place.
After passing through the simple courtyard, you can already see the gate. There are many people standing outside the gate.
Luo Qingfeng walked over slowly, listening to the subtle voice.
In front of Mo's house, two teams were facing each other tit for tat.
In the Mo family's team, Mo Lin was beaten with a bruised nose and face, and was supported by Mo Feili.
The man standing opposite them, the leader, looked to be about twenty years old, with an arrogant look on his face, and his hand almost pointed at Molin's face.
"Mo Lin, I heard that you recently collected a plant of Xiuxing Lingcao in the Everlasting Forest." His words were arrogant and pointed.
What he said sounded more like if you got the Spirit-Cultivation Grass, then you should hand over the Spirit-Cultivation Grass to me.
"What, uncle, you dug up spiritual cultivation grass again recently," Mo Feiwei exclaimed.
Damn it, what kind of luck does this old immortal have? He actually picked up the spiritual cultivation grass again and again.
This spiritual cultivation grass doesn't look like much, and it's not of much use at ordinary times, but when the soul is injured or there is any problem with spiritual power during cultivation, it can be used to heal it.
But that day, he gave it to the little beauty without even thinking about it.
"No, I don't have spiritual cultivation grass here," Mo Lin denied.
If you admit it, today's affairs will be even more entangled.
"You still dare to say no? Did you give it to that old immortal?" Mo Feiwei said with a ferocious look.
I didn’t say anything to the little beauty. I didn’t expect him to give such a precious thing to the old man.
"What did you give to Mo Lin? Who did you give it to?" The face of the man opposite them sank, and he gave it to someone.
He actually gave such a good thing to others
"Su Yixing, what does this have to do with you? This is my Mo family's thing." Mo Feiwei turned around and shouted, who is he?
"What are you talking about, Mo Feiwei, do you want to die? Come on, hit me. Let's see what great things the Mo family can do?" Su Yixing roared angrily.
The group of people behind him heard the order and immediately rushed over, raising their fists to hit people.
"stop"
Just when the fist was about to fall, a cold scolding sounded.