"I just want to see how beautiful Wu Yanyang is in the famous city? Is she beautiful or me pretty? ”

Feng Mochen: "......"

He felt that he didn't know Mu Qingluo very well, "Do you care about this?" ”

Mu Qingluo rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Of course I don't care, in fact, I just want to join in the fun, anyway, I can catch up with the game sooner or later." ”

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The next day, Feng Mochen still resigned himself to accompany Mu Qingluo to watch the martial arts competition and recruit relatives.

Although there are immortal cultivators in this world, not all people are suitable for cultivating immortals, and those who can't cultivate immortals can only live the life of ordinary people like normal people.

By the time the two of them arrived at the most famous Baili Restaurant in Fengdu, it was already overcrowded.

The whole restaurant is decorated with red silk, very festive, and there is also a ring in front of the building, Mu Qingluo is the first time to see this situation, and he is very happy.

But Feng Mochen has never liked to be lively, he frowned, and it was difficult to hide his impatience between his eyebrows.

Mu Qingluo also found that Feng Mochen was struggling, and helplessly took his hand and squeezed to the front.

"It is said that Miss Wu is the first beauty in Fengdu, and when I see it today, I really close the moon and shy flowers, and sink the fish and geese."

"Beauty is beauty, but there is no blessing."

"Yes, these are the first, Wu Yanyang is too powerful, I'm afraid that the martial family's recruitment this time is just a failure."

There was the sound of a heavy object falling on the ring, Mu Qingluo's eyelids moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look.

A man fell to the ground in pain, curled up like a frightened beast, and his expression was unusually hideous.

Standing on the side should be Wu Yanyang, she is dressed in red and is full of publicity, half a lotus flower between her eyebrows, bright eyes and bright teeth, all kinds of amorous, fair and shiny skin, it can be seen that she has been pampered with heart.

It's just that there is undisguised contempt and conceit in her flowing eyes, which makes people not like it when they see it.

"Is anyone else going to the ring?"

Wu Yanyang's coquettish and seductive voice sounded, but no one went to the ring.

She glanced around, and when she saw Feng Mochen, she obviously flashed a trace of amazement, and her face was crimson, which was the unique shyness of her daughter's family.

Mu Qingluo followed her eyes and saw Feng Mochen.

Feng Mochen's eyes did not look at the stage, but lowered his head alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mu Qing touched him without a trace.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Mochen raised his head slightly and looked at her sideways.

"Master, Wu Yanyang has taken a fancy to you."

Feng Mochen: "......"

"I can't look down on her as a teacher."

He looked at Shang Mu Qingluo's teasing eyes again, "Tsk-I didn't expect you, Master, to be so charming." ”

Feng Mochen: "......"

Feng Mochen no longer paid attention to her.

On the stage, Wu Yanyang ran to his father's side in small steps, and the two talked in a low voice, sometimes looking at Feng Mochen.

The crowd didn't know what was going on.

After a while, Master Wu got up from his chair and walked in the direction of Feng Mochen, followed by the moving Wu Yanyang.

Mu Qingluo's eyes dimmed slightly, and he approached Feng Mochen quietly.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Feng Mochen said that the tail note rose slightly.

Then, he looked at Wu Yanyang.

Wu Yanyang met his bottomless gaze, his whole heart pounding like a deer, and he artificially straightened the broken hair on both sides of his cheeks.

Feng Mochen didn't have the patience to look at her, such a woman was no different from the woman who was close to him before.

"Is it beautiful, Master's heart is moved?"