"Mr. Mo, this gift you gave is inevitably a little inappropriate!" Jing Changqing's voice was like the deep voice of a viper," the voice asked.

"It's a magical weapon!" Mo Yuanming shrugged his shoulders, his expression was indifferent, and he said slowly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the Cloud Source World, weapons are divided into runes, magic weapons, low-level magic weapons, intermediate magic weapons, and high-level magic weapons according to their level. Inferior knife gas! Middle-grade Dao Collection, Upper Grade Dao Collection, etc., as well as Western-grade magic weapons, these are all coveted items for countless construction bases!

But now Jing Changqing clenched his fists and frowned, not happy at all. Everyone present, especially Zhu Qianjun, Jing Yinyuan and Zhu Lianxing, had the most ugly facial expressions, while everyone else was watching the play to watch the ending.

Jing Changqing didn't speak, and Mo Yuanming glanced at Zhu Qianjun expressionlessly. He also said: "Master of Jingfu, I have to say that the master of Jingfu has just broken his marriage contract with the master of my family, and he is anxious to marry your government. Tsk, you can be a man! It's really which way the wind blows, and then which way it leans, haha......"

"Oh no! Don't provoke me to anger, for this is a day of joy. Jing Changqing was angry and called out Mo Yuanming's name without hesitation.

Mo Yuanming's face did not change, but he still looked at Zhu Qianjun coldly, with a resolute face and a calm demeanor. "Master Jingfu didn't like my gift, so I took it back, I'm sorry to bother you today."

Mao Yuanming deliberately clenched his fists and looked polite, several servants took the wooden box away and carried it out calmly, and Mao Yuanming also turned around and walked towards the hall.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, with a thoughtful look on his face, and suddenly spoke: "Because of the Lord Wang's Mansion, the landlord of Zhu Ji, you know everything, because of the harm done by my young master's meridians, they have no intention of going back and forth, and now they have completely ended and dissolved the marriage contract, next to it, if one day, what is the problem with the owner of your house, it may also be repeated, it is also Zhu Jiajian, after all, but experts..."

Anyone who understands Mo Yuan's words understands his words.

At the same time, Zhu Qianjun's face suddenly turned blue with anger. There was a slight gasp, nothing short of naked humiliation. How does that make him feel?

But Jing Changqing smiled coldly, and said in a depressed voice: "Hmph, thank you for the reminder, but it's not your word, don't send it!"

Mo Yuanming immediately turned around, carefree, no one dared to stop him, because he was half a foot to the method, the method, in general, the gods of the major forces of the Great Yuan Continent, could be classified as elders, and overcome, Zhu Ji, and all the people present, but this is just a perfect prerequisite for Great Buddhism, don't touch the threshold.

Today's engagement banquet stirred up chaos, and next, drinking or what, the power of blessing, I'm afraid Zhu Ji and Wang, are not in the mood to continue, the enemy, they can only remember in their hearts, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, a tiger in Mexico, let them fear.

And Mo Yuanming, out of Xijing Mansion, was greatly relieved in his heart, they were hostile to Xijing Mansion, whether they provoked or not, sooner or later there would be a war, and Jiuyuan Mansion, according to the ancestral teachings, should not be ashamed! Being pulled out of the marriage, this is a great shame and must be redeemed! On a green hill, Moninghong began his training. His fist hit the rock, his leg hit the rock, his head hit the rock. He lost his temper.

Not far away, two bodyguards who practiced watched him silently. He looked at his back, shook his head, and sighed, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Little Lord... So asking for trouble, that's why!

How unfair it is to God, to suffer less from the Lord......"

They watched Mo Ninghong grow into a big child from a young age, and the five-year-old Mo Ninghong will know etiquette and morality, like to play, no matter what adults ask, he always answers, like a prodigy.

After that, the change of the family, Mo Cai disappeared, turned into a wasted body, began to be silent, his personality became cold, it was difficult to see him laughing, he was angry, he was absolutely desperate, the king of heaven could not stop, even God could only kill him, and the saint could not stop his thoughts.

He was afraid of death. He lost almost everything. There is nothing to be afraid of. Now Mo Ninghong only has a firm belief in his heart, he would rather be a dog without dignity than a dog without dignity!

After half a day of self-harm, Mo Ninghong was scarred again and lost his strength. He packed up his clothes casually, picked up the kettle, and walked towards Nantong County with an expressionless face.

When we came to a path between two mountains, we suddenly saw a gray-black figure. It was an old man with gray hair and ragged clothes, like a beggar.

The old man was pale and emaciated, and his whole body was as thin as if he had no nutrition.

But his thin and embarrassed body, a pair of eyes exude a deep and shrewd temperament.

He glanced at it, then ignored it and continued on his way.

His pace didn't slow down. He has been through so many ups and downs, and he feels sorry for the old man.

"Regiment! Just as he pretended to be indifferent, he suddenly heard a loud noise on the ground. His hands grabbed his legs in an instant, making his heart pound.

He looked down in astonishment, and saw the gray-haired, emaciated old man clinging pitifully to his legs. Can you kindly help me give me a chance to live? I've been hungry for five days now, and I'm dying of hunger...... Oh......"

As he spoke, the old man began to moan intermittently, each time filled with moans.

With a blank face, he pulled out a bag of coins from his waist, which was the special currency of the Divine Yuan.

The old man slowly opened the bag and looked at it. His face drooped and his mouth drooped. I'm too hungry to walk, old man. I don't have the strength to spend money.

He grunted, grabbed Chenhong's thighs, rubbed them with his dirty face, and sobbed like a child: Young man! Would you please give me a bite? Beood......"

"I don't have anything to eat," he said calmly. "If you won't let me go, I'll go home and get you some."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he groaned again, with a bitter face: "Ah...... "My old bones, I don't know how long I can last, not to mention, there are wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountains, do you dare to leave me here alone?" The young man ...... Please ......."

The old man was like a piece of candy. He couldn't help but quickly turn his head and think of a solution.

After a while, it suddenly occurred to him that it was so strange that an old man had appeared in this barren mountain.

He glanced at the old man suspiciously and asked, "Old man, how did you get here?"