Mo Xingran smiled bitterly in his heart, it is difficult to be a good person, and sure enough, he moved a stone and shot himself in the foot.

Last night, in order to save Shangguan Wan'er, he subconsciously used two tricks of wind and thunder for a short time, but he didn't expect that this woman would be able to catch clues in that kind of situation where she couldn't protect herself, and her mind was deep and terrifying.

But it was just two tricks of wind and thunder, how could she dare to assert that he had four spiritual roots? His spiritual power aura was extremely complex, if he wasn't a person who cultivated above him, how could he detect his spiritual roots in just a moment.

In Mo Xingran's opinion, Shangguan Wan'er's cultivation was not as good as the attendant Zhuzi beside him, and there was no one else present at that time, so there was only one possibility - Shangguan Wan'er was cheating him.

"I'm ashamed, it's just some carving insect skills, how can it be extraordinary. Mo Xingran said calmly: "I was born stupid in the next place, and I haven't broken through the 'void' realm after decades of penance, but there are many dangers in walking the rivers and lakes, so I have to learn some juggling tricks, which makes Miss Wan'er misunderstand." ”

Shangguan Qingtian frowned imperceptibly, and looked at Mo Xingran carefully from head to toe, this person's appearance was plain, and the aura of spiritual power was mixed, and the aura around the body of the monk who had cultivated to be profound was extremely pure, and the Lingtai was as clear as a spring breeze when he got along with him, but the person in front of him... But it makes people feel depressed for no reason.

He shook his head, and secretly scolded Shangguan Wan'er in his heart, the monk who has the four spiritual roots is not said to be Yanyun City, even if he looks at the entire Fan Qing Realm, he may not be able to find half of it!

At the end, his eyes swept over the red-haired man behind Mo Xingran, and his breath suddenly stagnated.

"I see. Shangguan Qingtian looked at a few people without waves, and said with a smile: "The love of children is a trivial matter, and now let the two of you listen to me hungry, it seems that my city lord's mansion is not well treated, so let's do it, today I have a big banquet for the two of you in the special banquet hall, we might as well go to the banquet room to eat and chat." ”

Mo Xingran responded with kindness, and the two of them and a cat walked quickly towards the banquet hall with Shangguan Qingtian.

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"Daddy, Brother Mo, where have you been, Wan'er has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

In the banquet room, dozens of people sat at the long table expressionlessly, Shangguan Wan'er wore an elegant dress, and her delicate little face was lined with pink carving, living like an innocent girl.

At this time, she got up from her seat, walked quickly to Shangguan Qingtian, and gave a salute: "Wan'er has seen Daddy." Then he bypassed Shangguan Qingtian and enthusiastically grabbed Mo Xingran's arm: "Brother Mo, take a seat, after waiting for so long, the food is cold." ”

"Wan'er, don't be rude. Shangguan Qingtian scolded lightly.

"Daddy is too wide. Shangguan Wan'er hugged Mo Xing's arm tighter, and her little face looked pampered.

Mo Xingran was stunned and thought for a moment, why did Shangguan Wan'er dare to be so arrogant since she was the adopted daughter of the city lord?

While thinking about it, Shangguan Wan'er was very close, so close that the cat in Mo Xingran's arms smelled the faint fragrance on her.

Mo Xingran suddenly felt a pain, he felt a familiar stinging pain in his arm, and at the same time, two sharp eyes poked straight at him, one from the red-haired beautiful man behind him, and the other from the cat in his arms...

The cat squinted her eyes angrily, how did the relationship between the two become so close overnight that they were commensurate with brother and sister holding hands?

She nestled in Mo Xingran's arms, and the ghost envoy stretched out her sharp little claws, and slammed a 'bang' - a palm-long cut opened on Shangguan Wan'er's beautiful skirt.

Mo Xingran: "......"

The vinegar jar turned over again.

"Miss Wan'er, I'm really sorry, my cat is afraid of life, maybe it's because you're too close to me, she should be unintentional, I'm sorry..."

Several eyes instantly focused on the black cat in Mo Xingran's arms, and saw the cat licking the hair on its paws pleasantly, and there seemed to be an indescribable pleasure in its eyes.

Everyone: "......"

Was this cat really unintentional?

"It's okay. Shangguan Wan'er waved her hand: "I'll go change my clothes first, Brother Mo, you can sit down first." ”

As she left, she glanced at the cat with a faint look, and the cat trembled all over, and its fur stood on end.

......

At the banquet, the atmosphere was inexplicably a little depressing, and Shangguan Qingtian was in the main seat, holding the wine cup in his hand without saying a word.

Dozens of people sat around a long table, facing a table of delicacies that looked like prisoners waiting to die.

There was a sound of needles falling in the hall, except for a few untimely 'grunts' from near Mo Xingye——— a cat and a fish were already drooling, and their stomachs were like thunder.

The cat gritted its teeth in indignation, is this a feast or a punishment, but the food cannot be eaten at present! This is simply the cruelest thing in the world!

"As you must know, I'm not in the house lately. ”

At this time, Shangguan Qingtian suddenly spoke, and Mo Xingran carefully observed that dozens of people present except for the three of them were all dazed, as if they heard that their death was approaching, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

These people are not ordinary people, they are all monks who have cultivated well, and it can be seen from the aura around them.

"The autumn festival is approaching, and the time I left should be the busiest time of the year in Fuchu. Shangguan Qingtian sighed, tactful and weird, and he motioned for everyone to raise their wine glasses: "Come, let's have a drink first." ”

More than a dozen monks raised their wine glasses tremblingly, and drank the wine with a pale face.

Shangguan Qingtian raised his head and drank the wine cup in his hand, and with a 'bang', the wine cup smashed on the ground and shattered into powder: "Can the life in the city lord's mansion be comfortable?"

His face was expressionless, and he didn't know who he was asking.

This scene is not like a feast, but like - ask for sin!

Sure enough, I heard Shangguan Qingtian continue: "You are eating the food of the City Lord's Mansion, receiving the monthly money of the City Lord's Mansion, and using a rare elixir in the world, but... But you wastes can not see the slightest achievement in cultivation except for eating and waiting for death. He slammed his palm on the table.

The table shook suddenly, and the lotus seed soup in the bowl was spilled, and the cat's distressed little paws were numb.

Dozens of people did not dare to come out, their faces were blue and purple, and they trembled like chaff for a while.

Mo Xingran was curious, as a cultivator of the Five Realms, how could they be afraid of being like this?

A person who can enter the Five Realms has already transcended the Heavenly Dao, so he should naturally be a person with a mature mind and quite courage, how can he be manipulated by others.

"Daddy, don't be angry, if you hurt your heart and spleen, what is good. Outside the banquet room, Shangguan Wan'er changed into a goose yellow gauze skirt, which seemed to be carefully dressed, and a flower was ordered between her foreheads, adding a touch of charm.

The cat said in her heart, no matter how she dressed, she was like a village girl.

The cat herself didn't notice that she didn't know when she had such a great hostility towards Shangguan Wan'er.

The woman moved the lotus step to the hall, naturally sat on Mo Xingran's side, and took a sip of tea: "Why do you need to be angry with them, they must be powerless, who doesn't want to cultivate to a higher level, but the talent is so helpless." ”

The dozens of monks didn't seem to expect Shangguan Wan'er to speak for them, and they couldn't help but feel a little grateful when they looked at her.

Unexpectedly, Shangguan Wan'er's next sentence made them fall into an ice cave.

She raised an innocent smile and swept her gaze over everyone: "Since they are all talented and dull goods, there is no difference between killing one and killing ten, Daddy, I don't think I will choose again this year, it is better to kill them all, and I should help the autumn festival." She covered her mouth and smiled, and turned her head to look at Mo Xingran: "Brother Mo, why don't you eat?"

Looking at her indifferent appearance, these dozens of human lives are like mustard in her eyes, and taking people's lives is like cutting a few straws from the field.

Mo Xingran frowned and remained silent.

"It's okay, just listen to Wan'er, this year's autumn festival, I will use these eleven heads to sacrifice to the sky, but I will also save some live animals. Shangguan Qingtian smiled: "Come on, put these eleven people in the snake prison, and wait for the autumn sacrifice the day after tomorrow." ”

As the words fell, the dozens of monks on the table went limp, slumping to the ground like mud, their eyes full of disbelief and pain, their mouths wide open but unable to make the slightest sound, like a stranded dead fish.

That glass of wine...

It seems that Shangguan Qingtian has long intended to kill these eleven people, and I am afraid that there is no need for Shangguan Wan'er to make it clear, these eleven people are also in danger.

It's just that who is this play for?

Mo Xingran sneered, in order to test him, they took great pains.

Soon, the eleven living dead were dragged out one by one by the black-clothed attendants, and only Shangguan's father and daughter and Mo Xingran were left in the banquet hall.

Shangguan Wan'er sandwiched a piece of fresh and tender fish meat and put it into the Moxing dyeing bowl: "Brother Mo, you try this sea bass, this is my favorite food since I was a child." Her clear eyes flashed with admiration, and she looked at Mo Xingran with an attached face.

"No need. Mo Xingran replied coldly.

"Why? But because the fish is cold, I'll let the kitchen make it all over again—come on, remove all these dishes, and make them all again in half a column of incense!

Mo Xingran raised his eyebrows: "Miss Wan'er, if I say that the dishes in this Smoke Cloud City are not to my taste, will you make the chef of the City Lord's Mansion lose his head?"

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and then smiled gently: "That's natural, the dishes in Yanyun City are not in line with Brother Mo's taste, it must be because the chefs of the City Lord's Mansion are not good enough." ”

Mo Xingran sneered and said: "Miss Wan'er is really well-intentioned, but thank you, this Hongmen banquet may not be blessed." ”

At this time, Shangguan Wan'er's face turned cold: "What does Brother Mo mean by this?"

"What do you mean? The city lord sang and harmonized with Miss Wan'er, and even did not hesitate to make a play with the lives of eleven monks, isn't it just to let me show my feet and retreat?"

There was a dead silence in the banquet room.

After a while, Shangguan Qingtian said expressionlessly: "Mo Gongzi, you guessed right. He snorted coldly: "Now it seems that I got an axe in front of Childe, in that case, it is better to open the skylight and say something bright, what does Childe think?"

Mo Xingran hugged the cat close to his arms: "It couldn't be better." ”