From the moment Mo Ran appeared, Sima Sulan's gaze never left him for a second.

"That woman is so nasty. Xue Ying frowned and glared at Sima Sulan opposite. Brother Mo Ran is the master's sister, and no one is allowed to snoop on him.

Mo Ran raised his head and swept over Zhu Nanling's seat, glancing at them with a stranger's eyes.

The unicorn's feather fan also paused slightly.

And Bei Yu was not worried about the person opposite, she trusted the Snake King's feelings for Princess Leng Yue: "It's just a superfluous person, Snow Eagle don't pay attention to her." ”

"Hmm. ”

A stick of incense passed quickly, and twenty people remained.

"Second level, chess—" The principal struck the gong again.

Looking at the people playing below, Xue Ying collapsed in the chair in boredom: "It's so boring-"

Pei Yu handed a small plate of melon seeds to Snow Eagle.

"It's still Sister Pei Yu's best. Snow Eagle held the melon seeds in his hand and swallowed. He also rested his feet on the table.

Although the grim atmosphere on the field attracted everyone, there were still a few people's eyes that always paid attention to Mo Ran's table. And the bored Snow Eagle and Snow Eagle's actions made them think even more deeply that the Moon Temple did not take this Plum God Conference in their eyes.

Maybe people are just here for the rumors of Nuwa Stone.

Mo Ran and Qilin let Snow Eagle move, and Pei Yu was also very cooperative, and handed Snow Eagle tea to him from time to time to quench his thirst.

Mo Ran's table, a table, a mess, everywhere is full of melon shell crumbs. And the sound of the snow eagle swallowing melon seeds accelerated the tense atmosphere in the field from time to time.

Mo Ran and the others started a table, and the city lord of Meicheng sat on them. The city lord of Meicheng listened to the sound of the snow eagle swallowing melon seeds and the sound of hammer husks with a pale face.

"Dad, the people of the Moon Temple, we can't afford to mess with them. The young city lord of Meicheng pressed his father's clenched fist.

"The convention for the selection of the plum god should be solemn—"

"I know, I know. It's just that not only we have gods in Meicheng, but they also have the Moon Temple. And much more than ours. We can't afford to offend the Moon Forest. ”

It was the first time that the city lord of Meicheng had been subjected to such a.

"Daddy, think about it, whatever they're here for, as long as they're in Plum City, they can't please them. The young city lord of Meicheng whispered in the city lord's ear.

Thinking of the particularity of the plum god, the city lord of Meicheng finally smiled. Gently patted his son's hand: "Father is not as good as you, old man-"

"The father should be strong when he is old, and the son needs his father to teach him more." ”

......

Qilin and Mo Ran's ears shook slightly, and the two looked at each other and nodded. It seems that there is really something wrong with Mei Shen.

Sima Sulan's affectionate autumn waves have never left Mo Ran.

"Send it to the Jade Flute Prince. Sima Sulan put back the sour plum soup that the maid took out and ordered.

"Yes, miss. The blue-clothed maid carefully put the sour plum soup into the ice cup.

"Jade Flute Boy, this is the sour plum soup that Miss Sulan asked me to bring you. It's noon, just in time to relieve the heat. The blue-clothed maid brought the sour plum soup to Mo Ran's table.

Mo Ran tightened his brows, staring at the porcelain bowl above the table without moving.

"Miss Su Lan is really kind," Xue Ying took a big gulp, "but my brother Mo Ran doesn't like cold things, so I'll help you do it." ”

The blue-clothed maid was frightened and looked at her young lady's seat, only to see Sima Sulan looking at her with a distorted face, so frightened that she hurriedly retreated and went back to ask for guilt.