"Peerless girl! The Laba porridge from Xian Han Lou has arrived, do you want us to send it upstairs for you? ”

In the early morning of the eighth day of the lunar month, Mo Wushuang had already ordered the other jailers to buy two bowls of Laba porridge for himself, but at the moment he was staring at the water surface in the copper basin but fell into deep thought, obviously a little haunted by the middle-aged man's words yesterday. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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"How do you know that my father is from Mo Lin Mountain?"

In the gloomy dungeon, Mo Wushuang's steps to leave suddenly stopped, and then he turned back to the middle-aged man who had succeeded in his treacherous look and frowned.

"Hehe, the higher the realm, where can you understand this little girl, not to mention that Zhang Qingfeng attracted the people of the Mo family, who else can there be if you are not the descendants of Mo Lin Mountain?"

Seeing the smugness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, Mo Wushuang was still a little suspicious: "That... Why do you say that you can break my family's Mo family reverse blade? ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, Mo Wushuang saw his current miserable appearance and didn't believe him, so he had to shrug his shoulders and respond with a wry smile.

"I met your father when I was a child, although my skills are not as good as your father, but I know every move and every knife technique of his family, and with nine years of deduction, do you think I can break your Mo family's reverse blade?"

Mo Wushuang didn't believe it, and pointed at the sword and wanted to practice a style for the middle-aged man to guess, but who knew that the middle-aged man's words were faster than making a move!

"Chasing the wind and snow! As soon as you move your shoulders, I know what you're going to do, so believe it! ”

Cold sweat soaked through his clothes in an instant, and Mo Wushuang stared at the middle-aged man with a solemn face, but he had long lost his previous contempt.

"Don't worry, I'm all deduction stuff, not to mention that my limbs have grown together with iron locks in nine years, how much wind and waves do you think I can stir up?"

Saying that, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and leaned against the cage, squinting his eyes in the direction of Mo Wushuang and continuing.

"You don't have to be afraid that I will harm you, it was not your father who imprisoned me here back then, and it can even be said that I have a very good relationship with your parents, otherwise when you just entered the dungeon, I could use the only remaining internal force to shock you to death!"

"My parents? Do you know my mother? Mo Wushuang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, obviously interested.

"Hehe, it seems that Mo Linshan didn't say anything about your mother, so I won't reveal half a point, and you will naturally know when the time comes."

After that, the middle-aged man didn't look around, ignoring Mo Wushuang's puffing appearance.

"Well, since you have the confidence to break my Mo family's reverse blade, you must also have the ability to perfect it!"

"Hehe, since I have mastered the weakness, then I naturally know how to improve it, but I don't know if you dare to learn it!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Mo Wushuang's heart finally fell on a big stone, and he immediately wanted to leave the dungeon in response to this matter, but the middle-aged man added another sentence.

"Be careful of that Zhang Qingfeng, he is far from being as simple as you think!"

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"Knock knock!" The knock on the door interrupted Mo Wushuang's train of thought, and after cleaning up the traces of saliva at the corner of his mouth, he reached out and opened the door.

"Eldest sister, I knocked on the door for a long time just now, you... Alack! It's beautiful! ”

A ray of morning light shone into the room along the foot of the window, and a few strands were scattered on the green silk, accompanied by Mo Wushuang's lazy look and snow-white dress, the jailer's eyes were reluctant to move half a minute.

"I said, big brother, do you want me to take off my long skirt and let you have a good look?"

"Oh? Is that okay? I'll just say that you usually look at my brothers and always look at me twice, so ......"

"You can have a yarn! Take a pee on yourself, don't hurry up and get out of the way for the old lady! He snatched two bowls of packaged laba porridge, stretched out his leg and violently closed the door, leaving only the benevolent brother outside the door alone with a sad face.

"Women's clothing, women's clothing, my mother hates women's clothing in this life!" Mo Wushuang was indignant and returned to the bronze mirror at the same time, but he put on a few charming poses, but showed a smirk.

"But... It's really great......"

After putting on his clothes, while Luo Xiaojiu was outside fighting with a few jailers, Mo Wushuang hurriedly trotted in the direction of the dungeon, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when the bronze door opened and closed again.

"Haha, it's really time for your little doll to come, just now that you still have the taste of Laba porridge nine years ago, you are here!"

The middle-aged man crouched beside the cage and couldn't help beckoning in the direction of Mo Wushuang, probably smelling the fragrance of porridge, and he was already hungry.

Mo Wushuang sighed and came to the prison and brought him a bowl of laba porridge, but saw the middle-aged man gobbling up a few mouthfuls and getting down, and then his eyes were fixed on another bowl in Mo Wushuang's food box.

"Hey, hey! Or are you thoughtful, I'm afraid that Uncle I won't have enough to eat in one bowl! As he spoke, he just wanted to reach out and take it, but Mo Wushuang hurriedly dodged away.

"To be reasonable, I didn't say that I was full, but this bowl is for the one inside!"

"Girl! Uncle has the ability to hang you to get a bowl of porridge here! What did the kid promise you? Could it be that he is better looking than his uncle? ”

"At least he talks less than you." Mo Wushuang turned his head and walked towards Li Yuanfang's cage with the food box, but he didn't know that he didn't take three steps before he heard Li Yuanfang's voice from the depths of the dungeon.

"Give him that bowl of porridge, I'm not rare!"

"Stinky girl, do you hear him say it himself! Hurry up and hand over this bowl to the uncle, and we'll tell you how to cultivate when you're full! ”

Taking advantage of Mo Wushuang's distraction, the middle-aged man's palm quickly grabbed the food box, but this time he successfully achieved his goal, holding the food bowl and began to sweep, for fear that Mo Wushuang would regret it.

"Alas, how can the dignified young master of the Li family be so stubborn!"

Mo Wushuang took out the small folding stool that had been prepared and sat in front of the innermost cage, looking at Li Yuanfang, who had a cold face, but carried several torches.

"Since you don't eat, then listen to me chat hungry, two hours a day, and then I have to deduce the knife technique with that uncle!"

Li Yuanfang saw that the "fly" in front of him was pestering him with a long-term plan, and at this moment he could only rub his aching temples and said in a low voice.

"I prefer that you never come, so that I don't have a headache listening to you."

"Rejected, now I have the final say in this place, who made me a master who can't see the loneliness of others!"

Another two hours passed, and Li Yuanfang never thought that the girl in front of her would have so many words, especially since she always put a guy named Di Renjie with herself, which made him even more unbearable.

"Don't come in the future! Let me have a stop before the autumn queen! Li Yuanfang squatted in the corner and collapsed with his head in his hands.

"Uncle, what do you want to eat tomorrow? The results of today's deduction are good, and I do feel that the knife line is a lot smoother. ”

"The sauce elbow of the Qunying Building! He Fangzhai's jujube cake! It's best to bring Jiang rice wine from Chang'an Distillery! The middle-aged man's eyes were shining with starlight, and even after he had just eaten, Mo Wushuang heard the roar of the other party's stomach again.

"But that Young Master Li inside doesn't really want me to come."

"No problem! Leave it all to me! Grandma's, someone sent food and chatted so hypocritically, I promise to make him honest in less than three days! The middle-aged uncle confidently tapped on his chest and reassured.