The cat looked at him in a trance, his face was purple, he jumped on his lap, and a row of pointed small teeth gnawed his hand: "Hey, Mo Xingran, what's wrong with you, but talking, are you catching a cold?"

The hands were warm and wet, the cat's small paws were against the places where they shouldn't be, and Mo Xingran gasped and snorted, his face even more ugly than before.

The red-haired daze fish who was watching the play on the side slapped his head and came to a conclusion: "It's over, I'm sick!"

"Huh, really sick?" the cat looked at Mo Xingran with concern.

That gaze reminded Mo Xingran of the scorching eyes last night, and for a while, his chest was like tumbling magma, burning him all over.

He felt awkward in his heart, how could a dignified seven-foot man react to a cat covered in hair, which did not conform to his image of a graceful and suave jade tree in the wind.

A cat and a fish around him were chattering about inviting Langzhong, Mo Xingran was dizzy from these two, and he didn't dare to look at the cat, for fear that she would see some clues, so he looked at Fang Liang with a thick neck and a red face and roared: "I'm not sick!"

Cat: "......"

Redhead Fish: "......"

If you're not sick, you're not sick, what are you yelling about?

......

This day passed in the tormented trance of Mo Xingran, and about tomorrow's autumn festival, the three of them were more confused than the other.

Mo Xingran, the most thoughtful of the three, was busy with 'self-denial and revenge' all day, and he really couldn't accept that he was sorry for a cat, so he was awkward for a day.

The cat is meditating on what happened last night, whether everything is true or not, whether she had a spring dream or someone took advantage of her.

As for the silly fish... People say that fish only have six breaths of memory, what can you expect him to do? He can't even remember what he ate at noon...

So, with the strong will quality of 'the head has fallen off the big scar of the bowl, and the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water', the three of them ushered in the annual and most solemn autumn festival hunting in Yanyun City...

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In the morning, in the gatehouse carved with dragons and phoenixes, the pair of gluttonous knockers on the ink door stared at four big eyes, quietly examining every comer.

The ink gate was wide open, and there was an endless stream of monks coming from all directions, as if they had entered Beijing to take the exam, with a serious and hopeful face carrying their bags, and came to the most magnificent realm in Yanyun City-the City Lord's Mansion.

The autumn festival hunting in Yanyun City is a grand event that every monk in the Qing Realm is familiar with.

There are not many monks in the human race, firstly, because there are fewer people in the race with spiritual roots, and secondly, because the spiritual energy of the Qing Realm is thin and the treasures of heaven and earth are not very common.

As the realm with the most abundant aura in the Fanqing Realm, the heavenly and earthly treasures produced here almost occupy the majority of the Fanqing Realm, and these rare treasures are all in the hands of the City Lord's Mansion.

Therefore, if anyone comes out on top in the Autumn Sacrifice Hunt, it means that he can leap from an unknown country monk to a disciple of the City Lord's Mansion, enjoy the endless resources provided by the City Lord's Mansion, and become the best among the monks of the Mortal Qing Realm, and gain everyone's attention.

Walk through the extravagant vestibule of the City Lord's Mansion to the main courtyard, which is now filled with crowds.

Gearing up, the eager monks were talking in accents from all over the world, and the whole main courtyard was as lively as a market.

A few late monks unloaded their bags and stood in the long queue at a long table, waiting for the head of the City Lord's Mansion to record their names.

Shangguan Wan'er got up very early today, and a neat white shirt took away her delicate appearance, making her a little more sassy.

At this time, she sat on the sandalwood chair in the main hall, scanned the crowd in the main courtyard through the gauze screen, frowned and said to the people around her: "I see a few familiar people, partridge, you go and tell Steward Li, the one who wears white clothes, and the one who wears a long sword, these two people should not be entered into the roster, in previous years, I remember that they had trouble and were restless." She lifted her hand and gestured to the two of them.

The partridge, who has been dressed in a lily coat all the year round, has also changed into a black shirt today, which shows the importance he attaches to the autumn festival hunting.

"Okay, by the way, Wan'er, that ink star dye hasn't come yet, you see..."

Shangguan Wan'er's face sank: "Partridge, this year's autumn festival hunting daddy arranged by me, what, do you have any dissatisfaction with me?"

Partridge's face stiffened: "My subordinates don't dare, Miss Wan'er." ”

"Go ahead, you don't have to ask about the rest. Shangguan Wan'er picked up the teacup and blew twice.

Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, the partridge is the head of the disciples, if he does not respect her enough in front of outsiders, how can she convince the public?

She held the teacup in her hand but didn't drink it, and looked up faintly at the corridor connecting the wing room to the main courtyard, and the figure had not yet appeared... Mo Xingran, did he see through something?

Annoyance, she slammed the teacup on the table, and the hot tea spilled out instantly.

"Wan'er, what's wrong, who messed with you this morning?"

A person walked behind the screen swaying, shaking a folding fan in the cool autumn morning, wearing a white fox fur, and the squirming atmosphere between the steps was exposed.

Shangguan Wan'er snorted coldly: "Brother Tang, you came early enough." ”

The man came to Shangguan Wan'er from behind the screen, squinting eyes, hooked nose, black hair tied on the top, crowned with a big pearl, and the blind could see that this person was either rich or noble.

He shook the folding fan and said, "What's the matter, doesn't my sister want my brother to me?"

Shangguan Wan'er rolled her eyes: "Brother Tang Xing was driven out of the mansion by the prince again, and he came all the way to my Yanyun City to join in the fun." ”

The tone that is not salty and not light sounds a little harsh, and others can tell that Shangguan Wan'er does not like this person, but that person does not mind.

The man named Tang Xing squinted, and his already small eyes narrowed into a slit: "Brother, don't you miss you, but you don't want to marry me, can't I come to see you?"

The orchestral dingdong is not only unpleasant, but also extremely greasy.

"Sister, this piece is my new composition, give it to you, do you like it?" Tang Xing stepped forward and winked at Shangguan Wan'er.

"Thank you, brother, I don't like it very much. ”

Shangguan Wan'er turned her head and told the maid to go and see why Mo Xingran and the others hadn't come yet.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped past the feet of the two of them, and Tang Xing was so frightened that a fierce spirit shouted: "Your mother, where did you come from!" He raised his leg and kicked over, but the cat reacted very quickly, twisted his body, and dodged.

Tang Xing kicked into the air, but his waist flashed, and the fan didn't shake anymore, and he threw it to the ground and slammed his waist angrily: "Your mother and maid, uncle, I have to pull out your skin to make gloves today!" He saw the cat hiding under the table, covering his side waist and chasing after him.

"It's rude. A deep, magnetic voice came from outside the hall.

Immediately after that, a hurricane suddenly struck outside the door, blowing the gauzy screen to the ground, and the wind was wrapped in a purple subtle electric light, which flashed into the main hall like a sharp blade, heading towards the fox man.

"Wait!" Shangguan Wan'er exclaimed.

"It's late. Mo Xingran said in a deep voice, and when the words fell, he heard Tang Xing howling and screaming: "You are all the maids of the family, Lao Tzu's hair!"

There are black hairs scattered all over the ground, mixed with a few pinches of white hair, like snowflakes in the mud, which is quite beautiful.

"This son, do you think my new 'Treading Snow and Looking for Plum Pictures' is still good-looking?" Mo Xingran slowly walked to the side of the case and held the cat in his arms.

Shangguan Wan'er on the side was stunned for a moment, covered her mouth and smiled: "The snow is there, what about Mei?"

"Then it depends on whether this son is afraid of pain. Mo Xingran's face turned pale, and with his hand and knife, he slashed at the dumbfounded Tang Xing with the palm wind.

"Brother Mo, slow down. Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly stopped him: "I forgot to introduce to you, this is the eldest son of the Tang King of Shangjing City, Tang Xing, my city lord's mansion and the Tang King are world friends, and I hope that Brother Mo will give me a thin face, don't..."

Although the king of Tang is a prince, he is the emperor's cousin, his son, and he can't move...

"What are you!" Tang Xing pushed Shangguan Wan'er who was blocking him away, and struggled to widen his eyes, but no matter how big he stared, it was at best two soybeans: "Come on, pull this stinky pimp out and behead Lao Tzu on the street, and that dead cat, the skin is pulled out and made into a hand... No, hoods!"

The stupid fish watching the play on the side laughed out loud.

"Which one doesn't want to die!" Tang Xing looked over along the laughter, looked at the beautiful red-haired man's face and was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with his neck crossed: "Yo, there is also a stunning little girl, wow, it happened to be a congratulatory gift for my father!"

Tang Wang Hao Longyang is already a well-known 'secret' in the royal family.

Mo Xingran raised his eyebrows and sat down on the sandalwood chair that Shangguan Wan'er was sitting on—this was the main seat in the main hall.

"Childe's bones are not two or two, and his tone is not small. He raised his hand and stroked the cat's back hair, and comforted him in a low voice: "Blame me, I didn't see the mouse just now, I surprised you." The tone was lingering, as if he was babbling to a lover.

Cat a spirit: "......"

I almost didn't throw up breakfast.

"Wan'er, I'm afraid this person has lived enough!" Tang Xing covered his waist with one hand, and turned his head to glare at Mo Xingran angrily with the broken hair with the other: "Your mother, do you fucking know who I am?"

Mo Xingran smiled: "I know wow, didn't Miss Wan'er say it just now..."He raised his hand and plucked his ears: "It seems to be some kind of bullshit prince's deflated son." ”

After that, there was silence in the main hall, and the jaws of the monks watching the play in the main courtyard hit the ground.

Even the cat was shocked, not for anything else, mainly because he hadn't heard Mo Xingran scolding, but he was quite manly, so he thought about it and drilled into his arms.

Tang Xing was stunned by Mo Xing's words of tiger and wolf, as if he didn't react.

Is there such an outlaw in the whole world? dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head?

He slanted his mouth angrily and smiled: "Okay, it seems that it is not enough to cut you, I will fucking want to peel you and cramp and hang you upside down on the city gate tower and let you dry the blood!

Outside the door, more than a dozen guards, dressed in armor, stood in a row, one of them carrying a lute on his back...

The cat doesn't see it, and it's hard for these guards, not only to take care of the master's safety, but also to be able to play, so that he can put on a show to hook up with his sister at any time...

"Give it to Lao Tzu! Whoever subdued this skinny Lao Tzu today will give him a thousand taels of silver!" Tang Xing roared.

"Wait..."Shangguan Wan'er on the side held her forehead and said weakly: "Brother Tang Xing, if you want to clean up the family, you have to ask who the person is." ”

Tang Xing waved his robe: "Who the hell does Lao Tzu care!"

"He is the third prince of the Eternal Heavens, Mo Xing Dye, that is to say-" Shangguan Wan'er had not finished speaking, when she heard a sudden gasp from the main courtyard.

Looking at Tang Xing again, the hand covering his side waist and head fell weakly, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop' sound.

"In other words, he is the youngest Ling Tian God in the God Clan. ”