"Okay, since you're like this, I'll bet on you, but the benefits promised afterwards are not missing at all."

"Of course." Qian Fei'er responded with a smile.

The two sides reached a consensus, and Qian Fei'er used her empowering power (cāo) to control the nearby guards and maidservants who heard their conversation, and the matter of winning over the Meng family was considered complete for the time being.

Qian Fei'er introduced her cousins and cousins in the reception hall, as well as Ling Lu and others, and everyone and Meng Rulong and Meng De were familiar with each other's names.

Next, Meng Rulong arranged a luxurious luncheon to wash the dust for Qian Fei'er and the accompanying people.

During the banquet, Qian Linjue and Qian Fei'er and other seven people who made martial spirits naturally sat at the same table, and Ling Lu, Zi Jin, and the four Mo sisters sat at the other table.

At the dinner table, Mo Shengnan, who wears white wraps (xiōng), and Mo Shengjun, who wears red wraps (xiōng), sit together, and the two of them don't use knives, forks, or chopsticks, and they grab a handful of cows (ròu) and chickens (ròu) and stuff them into their mouths.

Both of them have very strong muscles (ròu), and they have a good physique in Ping(rì), so they eat a lot, and their appearance is not very good-looking.

On the other side of Mo Shengnan, Mo Ming, who was wearing a long ink-colored dress, looked at Mo Shengnan next door, and a big drop of sweat was dripping from her forehead.

Really...... I can eat it.

With a sigh in her heart, Mo Mingming stretched out her chopsticks and pinched a fish ball on a plate.

The straight chopsticks stretched out, and just as they were about to catch the fish balls, another pair of chopsticks stretched out at a very fast speed and clamped onto the fish balls in advance.

Mo Mingming looked up along the chopsticks, only to see Zi Jin, who was in the double ponytail, staring at her arrogantly, and snorting.

Actually robbed me of my balls, how can this be?

Mo Ming's heart was aggrieved to death, but then the god (qíng) on her face changed, and she became a little excited and excited.

This is the first time she has experienced this kind of scene of grabbing materials in public at the dinner table.

Don't miss it, be sure to grab it!

Mo Mingming suddenly came to her senses, she transported her soul power, and the chopsticks grabbed the fish balls at a faster speed, and pumped them to her side.

Opposite Mo Ming, Zi Jin looked at Mo Ming in surprise, and immediately became very angry in her heart.

Hmph, hateful woman, rob me Lin Jue and rob me of food, I won't lose to you!

Shouting in his heart, Zi Jin also used his soul power, used chopsticks to use the (yīn) flow knife method, and slashed obliquely into Mo Ming's hand with chopsticks.

Mo Ming's front was struggling, the chopsticks were unstable, and the fish balls fell to the table.

Zi Jin's chopsticks did not decrease, his wrist was slightly flipped, and the tip of the chopsticks changed direction and stabbed straight towards the center of the fish ball.

If it is stabbed this time, this fish ball will belong to Zijin.

Hey, you still want to rob me, I miss you too much.

Zi Jin was triumphant, snatching Mo Mingming, and she didn't know how comfortable she was.

Opposite Zi Jin, Mo Ming screamed in her heart, and her other empty hand directly released the martial spirit.

The soul power was released, and three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, rose from under her feet, and Mo Mingming controlled the soul ring to only move in her legs, not letting others see it.

At the same time, there was a pitch-black black flat on her empty hand, which released a fluctuation of soul power.

The martial soul was released, and the first yellow hundred-year soul ring on Mo Ming's legs flashed, and the quality of the first soul skill was transferred and used.

Mass Shift, Mo Ming's first soul technique, after use, the target weight and self (shēn) weight are placed on the same level, and then Mo Ming can move the weight on both sides of the flat at will, so as to achieve the purpose of suddenly increasing or suddenly decreasing the weight.

With the use of the soul technique, a yellow circle of light flew out from Mo Ming's feet, and the circle of light flew to Zi Jin's feet, (tào) stayed.

Two figures appeared on the flat below Mo Ming's table, one of them was a miniature version of Zi Jin, and the other was a miniature version of Mo Ming herself.

Immediately afterwards, Ping leaned sharply towards Zijin's side.

At the dining table, Zi Jin suddenly felt that the weight on her body had more than doubled out of thin air, and the sudden change made her body slam onto the table.

At this time, Mo Mingming stretched out her chopsticks very quickly and stabbed at the falling fish balls, and the tips of the chopsticks were less than an inch away from the fish balls.

It's not good, it's going to be robbed!

Zi Jin was in a hurry, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and with a movement of her index finger, one of the chopsticks quickly changed from vertical to horizontal.

Zi Jin looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of the ink and flicked her fingers out of the chopsticks.

If the chopsticks are off the string, the white bowl is fiercely (shè) in front of the ink and the white bowl.

There is a lot of sauce in the white bowl of Mo Ming, and if it is spilled out of the sauce in (shè) this time, it will definitely stain Mo Ming's clothes, and it may even splash Mo Ming's face.

It's so shameless to attack me!

Mo Mingming's face was full of resentment.

On the other side, Zi Jinxin (qíng) was extremely comfortable, and the corners of her mouth were raised, full of provocation.

Hmph, tell you to use soul skills, I'm called Wei Wei to save Zhao.

Next, Mo Mingming should reach out to block the chopsticks, and then give up the fish balls.

Thinking so in her heart, Zi Jin reached out and grabbed the remaining chopsticks and stabbed at the fish ball.

Although she was more than doubled the weight of the Martial Spirit of Mo Ming's Qi Black Scale, Zi Jin was still able to hold on, and at this speed, when Mo Ming removed her hand, she would be able to stab the fish ball smoothly.

Hmph, you can honestly let out both Yuqiu and Linjue!

Zi Jin's face was full of proud smiles of victory over her opponent.

However, she still underestimated the control ability of Mo Ming's Black Scale Martial Spirit.

On the other side, the purple thousand-year soul ring on Mo Ming's legs under the table flashed, and she said in a very small voice: "Spiritual transfer." ”

After speaking, Zi Jin suddenly felt tired and tired, as if she had suddenly suffered from a serious illness, she had no energy at all, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and a voice in her heart kept urging herself: Sleep, sleep.

On the contrary, Mo Mingming was in high spirits and full of red light.

Casting the third soul technique, Mo Ming still didn't stop, and the yellow light of the second soul ring on (shēn) flashed again.

"Speed transfer."

Speed transfer, Mo Ming's second soul skill, after use, transfer the target's speed to his side, and use it in battle, Mo Ming can play a role in slowing down the enemy's speed and speeding up himself.

The soul technique was used, and a yellow aura flew out from Mo Ming's feet again, only this time, the aura did not fly to Zijin's feet, but (tào) to the feet of Mo Shengnan next door.

At this moment, Mo Shengnan, who was wearing a white wrap (xiōng), was nibbling on a roasted pork knuckle, and suddenly, her speed slowed down instantly, like the time of the jam at (shēn), and the slightest bit of slow movement could be seen clearly.

Opposite to Mo Shengnan, Mo Ming's speed was suddenly amazingly fast, and the chopsticks in his hand could dance out of an afterimage.

She quickly grabbed the chopsticks that flew towards her white bowl, quickly put them aside, and then quickly clamped them to the fish balls that fell downward.