Chapter Eighty-Three: We Don't Have the Same Name
It is a snow-white, lotus-like treasure, which can attract everyone's attention with just one glance.
Mo Xiao swallowed his saliva, and spent the greatest self-control in his life to suppress the urge to pick up the flowers in his heart.
In line with her movements, there were all the tea customers and waiters who saw the flowers in the audience.
"Take back the flowers to Benjun!" Just when the person who was not firm enough was shaking his desire to snatch the flowers on the table, the man in white slapped the folding fan on the table.
Just a simple action, but it easily destroyed a table.
Everyone swallowed again, but this time it was different from the last time, last time because of temptation, this time because of timidity.
Previously, the boy in white was tempted by the wine, but he was unwilling to give up, but he asked for two cups of tea, and Di Xiu found something unusual, but his divination skills did not find out that there were other people present, and now, looking at the two exquisite flowers, they were really taken away out of thin air, Di Xiu didn't believe it, and he had to believe it, and someone did appear incognito in front of him.
And this person didn't really want to be invisible, so he just acted casually, but he knew so, but he couldn't detect the other party's face.
He thought that maybe he should also go back to the palace of death for this reason, and ask the ruthless and unrighteous father what else needs to be done to break the seal on his body.
Before he could recover from the shock of the dream, the man in white yelled unceremoniously: "Go and call your boss, Ben Jun really wants to know, Ben Jun has not returned to the Phantom City for only twenty years, and someone dares to exchange it for the Nine Illusion Dream so blatantly." ”
Hearing the word "twenty years", Mo Xiao couldn't help but be stunned, inexplicably, she actually remembered the big boss here, and also said that she hadn't returned to the Phantom City for twenty years, and she suddenly remembered a possibility.
Mo Han is the current boss of the Phantom City, above him, he is the big boss here, and the boss of the teahouse, before Mo Han, only her faith is the young master of the shadow, the husband of the young master of the shadow, the young master of the shadow, and the best friend of the two of them, Mo Xiao.
It is rumored that when the three lords here were running here, they liked to distribute invitations the most, inviting all kinds of people to participate in the gathering of the gods here.
And in the rumors, all the descriptions of him undoubtedly confirm that the man in white in front of him is his person.
"Are you one of the three masters here, Mo Xiao, in white clothes?" Mo Xiao asked when he thought about it.
She didn't want to keep it in her heart, or she would miss an opportunity to know the true face of her faith.
Of course, she didn't want the white-clothed Mo to nod with a smile, after all, if he nodded seriously, the goddess of her faith would undoubtedly be the big boss here.
It's a pity that she used to only think that the girl was an unusual person, and now she realizes that she is not just unusual.
Squinted his eyes and swept Mo Xiao, the man in white did not answer, obviously, he was angry, and when he was angry, he never paid attention to anyone other than making him angry.
As if he knew this very well, the invisible man tugged at his sleeve, but he forcibly hugged him, of course, this is all a picture that everyone guessed based on his movements.
After all, after Mo Xiao's inquiry, everyone naturally thought of the rumors about Mo Xiao in white.
In this society full of gossip, about his rumors, what everyone thinks of is not his identity as one of the three masters here, but his ascension to the Nine Heavens ten years ago, and the scandal was related to the dream of the Nine Heavens Divine Flower, which should have been a happy combination of you and me, but because both of them are men, they are infected with a bit of evil.
In fact, thinking of this, everyone also understands why he is angry, after all, two cups of tea in people is like changing his "wife", which is really delusional.
Everyone can understand the reason, and the waiter can naturally think clearly, but she is not really bold, seeing that the boy in white is angry, he didn't say a word, so he ran to find Jing Xie for help.
Well, she is also forced to do this, intern, just like an angular stone, how can it become sleek without a long time of training, so Luo, it's okay to practice by yourself, and you have something to do with the manager.
Otherwise, the boss will not give more to the salary manager and less money to the employee!
It's just that the rumors of the past twenty years have long since faded out with time, and they have become more clear than they were at the beginning, and more of them have been ruined by the rumors that have been passed around, and naturally after these twenty years, no one will really understand the personality of the protagonist of the rumors, at least, the people who listen to the rumors will not.
Therefore, when the teahouse manager came panting, the man in white had already smashed everything he could, and of course, what others couldn't smash, he basically smashed it.
"Emperor Mo Xiao, I don't know if you are here, please forgive me if you have offended, please forgive me."
Don't laugh, Emperor? Mo Xiao blinked and looked at Di Xiu blankly, trying to get him to give an explanation.
Knowing that it was definitely not her who the manager called, Di Xiu subconsciously looked at the man in white, and the grievance that he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh appeared on his face.
Of course, a certain emperor didn't give him a real reason to laugh, only to see him pick his eyes angrily, and the paper fan shook lightly: "This monarch replied to the white clothes, the name is not smiling, may I ask who you just called?" She? ”
Following his fingers, Mo Xiao pointed at himself blankly again, and subconsciously explained: "My surname is Mo Mingxiao, and I don't have the same name as you." ”