Mo Duanfang's name made Gong Lin wake up instantly, a few days ago, in order to appease Emperor Xiu, he handed over everything in the school to the team members, but as a noble family in Phantom City, he naturally would not be a stranger to the son of Mo Han, the boss here.

It's just that he didn't expect that Mo Duanfang turned out to be the fiancé of the young master in green shirts, and he remembered that when his father mentioned it to him, he said that Mo Duanfang's fiancée was the pearl of the Mu family in Star City.

Because he was uncertain about the situation, Gong Lin had to remain silent, as for Di Xiu, after hearing the term fiancé, he frowned suddenly, and when he saw that Mo Duanfang's first cup of sobering tea was brewed, he immediately brought it over and raised his head to drink it.

I don't know if it's because Mo Duanfang's sobering tea has a good effect, or if Di Xiu is thinking about sobering up now, he only drank a cup, and he felt that he was much more sober.

After making persistent efforts to brew a few more cups, Mo Duanfang also thoughtfully handed Mo Xiao a cup, and found that she still used her left hand, and the habitual right hand was never taken out after Di Xiu's grab, for this reason, Mo Duanfang couldn't help but hold her hand backhand when Mo Xiao took the teacup.

His sudden movement startled Mo Xiao, the teacup was not steady, and the other hand hidden in the sleeve instinctively raised, and under the wrapping of the green shirt, he easily slapped his hand away.

"You ......"

"Deal with your own injuries first." With a faint reminder, Mo Xiao still drank the wine in front of her.

Hearing this, Mo Duanfang looked down, only to find that Mo Xiao's shot just now actually left a wound on his hand, and saw that the dazzling red color kept pouring out, and the aura of sudden realization flashed in his mind instantly.

"You're used to wielding a sword with your right hand, right?" After calming down slightly, Mo Duanfang asked cautiously.

Slightly stunned, Mo Xiao hadn't found the words to disrupt his thinking, so Di Xiu interjected with a smile: "Which normal person is not accustomed to using his right hand to make a sword?" ”

"That's right." Mo Duanfang showed a look of sudden realization, and then stood up abruptly under the incomprehensible gaze of everyone: "I think we should go back." ”

Seeing that his face that should have a gentle smile was full of gloom, Mo Xiao hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up.

Gong Lin subconsciously wanted to keep them, after all, with them, Di Xiu at least would not force him to drink, who would have thought that before he could say the words of retention, Di Xiu snorted coldly: "If you want to show affection, it is indeed the best to go home, and it is the drinker who is welcome here, not an inexplicable elegant son." ”

"Really?" With a sneer, Mo Duanfang took Mo Xiao's left hand and walked out quickly.

Gong Lin looked at Emperor Xiu, then at their backs, and after repeating it many times, he sighed helplessly and sat back in place silently.

Mo Duanfang pulled himself out of the house, and the wine dealers and students who were crowded at the staircase saw them coming, and panicked to get out of the way, after all, in these seven cities, the name of the young master in green shirts is not for fun, especially now that Mo Duanfang's face is not good, fools can see that he is angry.

Touching his brow at this time is not looking for death?

Of course, it doesn't mean that no one dares to go, otherwise Mo Xiao won't simply shake off his hand after avoiding the crowd.

"Dad said you have a fiancée, and if you let her know what you said today, I'm afraid it won't be good."

"There's nothing bad about it, her surname is Mu now, not Mo, and she has no right to care about me." It's okay not to mention his fiancée, but it's even more angry to mention him.

Seeing the sudden change in the expression on his face in his heart, Mo Xiao turned to say, "Since her position in your heart is unique, why do you still reject her so much?" ”

I was surprised that Mo Xiao could conclude these things based on his words alone, but Mo Duanfang had the courage to return to his original state of mind in an instant, and explained flatly: "There are some grievances, I swore ten years ago that even if I marry a beggar in this life, I will not marry her." ”

"That's why you agreed to the emperor's request to sabotage me and the emperor?" Mo Xiao asked subconsciously.

"I'm sorry." Mo Xiao is very smart, from the words of the emperor, his father and Mo Wen's repeated explanations, Mo Duanfang got this cognition, so now that Mo Xiao guessed the reason for the development of the situation, he must not have hidden it, and directly admitted it.

"I won't accept your apology."

Although Mo Xiao didn't know what happened to Mo Duanfang and his fiancée, now that he was playing the identity of the saboteur, and it was her Mo Xiao's relationship that was destroyed, he naturally wouldn't forgive him.

Of course, except for the nonsense that he is her fiancé, she is very satisfied with the rest.

After all, from the beginning, she also wanted to see if Di Xiu could know her true face under the green shirt, and what disappointed her was that the wound on her hand that was still on her hand at the moment was dripping blood.

She didn't deal with her because she wanted the wound to force her to wake up a bit.

It's just that she doesn't deal with it, but it doesn't mean that Mo Duanfang won't.

found a bench and pulled Mo Xiao to sit down, Mo Duanfang pulled her right hand out of her sleeve domineeringly, looking at the piercing wound, Mo Duanfang's good-looking Danfeng eyes couldn't help but twitch.

"Does it hurt?" Ask gently.

There was no superfluous emotion in this sentence, Mo Xiao could feel that he just regarded her as his sister.

Shaking her head, Mo Xiao turned her head away, saying that it didn't hurt was false, but the bad luck from childhood to adulthood made her often injured, and this small wound was really small compared to her past injuries.

"People who play with the Hidden Blade will always be injured by the Hidden Blade, but your Hidden Blade is good, why don't you avoid the damage of the Hidden Blade when he catches you." took out the golden medicine from his arms, sprinkled it evenly on the wound for Mo Xiao, and then bandaged her with a white cloth.

didn't answer him, Mo Xiao just watched his movements silently, secretly thinking how good it would be if Di Xiu and him were in another position.

If Di Xiu wouldn't have asked these boring questions, he might have asked who had hurt her, and then said that he would repair the person who dared to hurt her, but he didn't know what he would do if he knew that the person who hurt her was himself.

Seeing that Mo Xiao didn't answer, just looked at the direction of the school building, Mo Duanfang let out a long sigh, and after making sure that the bandaging was done, he took the golden medicine and the rest of the white cloth back into his arms.

"You'll go back later." After being silent for a long time, Mo Xiao said suddenly.

"Aren't you going back?" Mo Duanfang asked in surprise, followed her gaze and looked at the freshman school building not far away, and he suddenly found that his question was very redundant.

I thought that Mo Xiao would not answer, but I didn't think that she would turn to look at him and said: "Even if I look here, I feel happier than returning here, Brother Duanfang, maybe your fiancée is not as unbearable as you imagined, just like Di Xiu doesn't want to hurt me at all." ”

"But ......" Mo Duanfang wanted to argue, but thinking that Mo Xiao and Di Xiu were not himself and Mu Ning, he had no intention of saying more.

Waving his hand, he turned around and walked towards the school gate, he didn't know what kind of feelings, even if he saw each other, he would feel happy, now he, the only thing he knows is that he may not be able to complete the task assigned by the emperor.

I hope, I hope that Mo Xiao and Di Xiu can succeed together, otherwise he won't give in too much of a loss, if Mo Han uses this as an excuse to not let him go to this place in the Netherworld, then he can marry a wife he doesn't like, in the end, what his brother did was indeed a little tragic.

Smiled helplessly, Mo Duanfang patted his head as if no one was around, and then looked up, only to find that the emperor was waiting for him at the school gate with Wu Wei.

"Emperor, why are you here?"

"Let's see how you escaped, and let you see the interesting scenes in the back." Swaying the paper folding fan, in this disturbing world, only the emperor still maintains that spotless momentum, wearing a white dress and standing independently.

Of course, Mo Duanfang didn't know that there were still many people in these seven cities who liked to wear white clothes, but there were only a few who could be put on the table, and like Bai Mo, they were stained with bloody red in the world.

Walking up to him, he unceremoniously put away the paper folding fan and knocked it on his head, and the emperor asked funny: "Stinky boy, what do you think about so fascinating." ”

"Nope." Shaking his head in a panic, Mo Duanfang subconsciously denied it.

didn't go to the bottom of it, the emperor just straightened his clothes, and said a little seriously: "Hurry up and clean up your thoughts, the next good show is not something that can be seen at random." ”

"Oh." Instinctively carry it.

Mo Duanfang still hadn't recovered, seeing his dull eyes, the emperor frowned, stretched out his hand to call Wu Wei, and ran directly towards the place where Mo Xiao was.

Instead of waiting for Mo Duanfang to recover here, it is better to let him recover in the stands, so as not to delay his time to watch the play, and it can also better save time, and when he comes to his senses, he can see the good show at any time.

It's just that he's so anxious and doesn't know which one to play, after all, the good show he wants to watch is still only one protagonist there, and the other protagonist is still drinking his stuffy wine in the school building.

Of course, the most tragic thing is Gong Lin, he has neither the time to see the good show, nor a good excuse to get rid of the trouble of Di Xiu, so he still has to watch Di Xiu keep drinking, if it weren't for the family rules, the descendants of the Gong family are not allowed to drink, he thinks he must be holding the wine jar and getting drunk with Di Xiu.

Just when he was complaining about his fate, Di Xiu suddenly stood up and said, "There is a jar of wine poured, hold on to it." ”

"I think you're going down." Angrily holding him up before he fell, Gong Lin sighed helplessly.

At this moment, the foot of the table, which was originally sitting and could not be seen, the blood stains that had already dried up instantly attracted the attention of the two, Di Xiu shook his head and squatted down, carefully looked at the bloodstains several times, and made sure that it was not himself or Gong Lin's roar, he opened his mouth in surprise, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it after all.