I couldn't figure it out, Mu Qingluo didn't think about it anymore, she was slightly relieved in her heart.

She still thinks that Feng Mochen is normal, and the look of the idiot just now is really terrifying.

At dinner, Mu Qingluo waited for a long time, but Feng Mochen didn't come back.

"What, stinky man, with such a big temper."

[Host, this matter is your fault. 】

Mu Qingluo rolled his eyes and ignored it, his own system would always eat inside and out.

Her stomach growled with hunger, and she decided not to wait for the wind and dust.

At the end of the recruitment, many guests left the room, and the inn was empty for a while, and occasionally three or four people were discussing today's affairs.

"Miss Wu is really lucky, she is favored by immortal cultivators."

Immortal cultivators?

Mu Qingluo's eyes rolled and he listened carefully to their words.

"Yes, maybe one day I will become an immortal!"

"I'm still interested in that maid......"

Their conversation turned to her again, and she sighed inwardly.

Boring.

She silently lowered her head to eat, and communicated with the system in her heart.

'Which immortal cultivator wants to marry Wu Yanyang? ’

[Song Chengji, the original owner met him at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain. 】

Mu Qingluo thought about it and raised his eyebrows slightly.

'The womanizer? ’

[Yes, that's him!] 】

She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes sank.

'He's an immortal cultivator?' Going to participate in the Immortal Cultivation Competition? ’

[Yes, and the strength is not low. 】

Mu Qingluo was silent for a while, slightly worried.

Wu Yanyang has already turned black, and it will definitely be difficult to entangle when he meets him, and if he can't say that the task will be delayed, this is a big trouble.

"Qingluo? Why are you here? ”

The clean and crisp voice interrupted Mu Qingluo's thoughts, and when she raised her eyes to see that person, she was also a little surprised.

"Third brother?"

The original owner has three elder brothers, she is the only daughter, and the brothers in the family dot on her, especially the third Mu Yunjin.

Mu Yunjin is like a father, with a clear face and sunny handsomeness, while Mu Qingluo is like a mother, so the two of them don't look alike.

Mu Qingluo was very happy to see the third brother and pulled him to sit down.

This scene happened to be seen by Feng Mochen, who walked in, his eyebrows were slightly together, and he didn't know why, he turned around and went out again.

The two chatted for a while, Mu Yunjin's expression was vaguely solemn, Mu Qingluo also reacted, she frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Third brother, is there something wrong in the clan?" ”

Mu Yunjin nodded lightly, and her expression became solemn.

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The night was very cold, the vendors had already closed their stalls, the streets were empty, only the lights of two or three houses were still slightly on, and although the candles were dim, they were very warm.

Feng Mochen stood by the lake, looking down at the lake, a crescent moon was reflected on the surface of the lake, the breeze gradually rose, the lake surface was rippling, and the moon was shaking.

The cold wind hit him, Mu Qingluo's joke made him unable to calm down for a long time, his eyes were complicated, and under the moonlight, the lines of his face were also a little cold.

In her mind, the scene of her and Mu Yunjin laughing lingered.

She smiled brightly, as if from the heart, and an emotion called jealousy swept over him instantly, pressing his chest very tightly.

He covered his heart and pressed his hand a little harder, trying to relieve it, but in vain.

Feng Mochen sighed and turned around and went back to the inn.

Mu Qingluo had already fallen asleep, and Feng Mochen quietly entered the room.

He stood in front of the bed and looked at Mu Qingluo carefully.

Her sleeping face is very beautiful, different from the funny in the daytime, she is unusually quiet when she sleeps, and she is well-behaved and pitiful.