Qing Huan was simply a second-class monk, confused, and asked Mo Sang in a low voice: "Did you bully her?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Sang's face didn't look like anything, but it startled Lan Wenyu.

"Ouch, my aunt, no one bullies any weak women, okay?" Lan Wenyu denied it repeatedly, and then looked at Qi Lian, who was far away from the battlefield and didn't hear anything outside the window, and said, "Master Qi, didn't you say that there is no problem with this matter on you, has the surname Feng already dispelled this idea?"

Qi Lian put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Feng Zishi did say it in front of me, no longer force Miss Yulan..." ”

This person said a lot of things, not only ignoring Lan Wenyu's desperate squeezing of his eyes, but also didn't see Qing Huan's mouth almost behind his ears.

Qing Huan didn't know that the hero of the story was Mo Sang, and thought that this Qi Lian had taken a fancy to Kang Yulan and wanted Kang Yulan to be his attendant girl, but he didn't consult Kang Yulan's opinion, and his words were full of derogatory words, as if women were like those goods that could be bought and sold at a clear price in his eyes, and what kind of appearance and craftsmanship were added value for selection, rather than treating the other party as a personality and thinking existence.

Lan Wenyu dislikes this person's lack of eyes, he is a clear-eyed person who can see the ambiguous relationship between Mo Sang and Qinghuan, what else does he say about male talent and female appearance, sparks, emotional intelligence is simply low to home, worthy of being a person from Xihai.

Actually, it's not that Qi Lian didn't see that the relationship between Mo Sang and Qing Huan was unusual, he asked, this is called Qing Huan, and he clearly said that he had just met each other, so he deduced that this woman was the existence that Mo Sao used as a shield, after all, there were several difficult peach blossoms one after another, if it weren't for that, then Mo Sang would be a sanctimonious hypocrite who pretended to be high.

Qing Huan's impression of this Qi Lian was not bad at first, after all, in her memory, the last time Yaochi Immortal Meeting, this person had spoken to Sister Yuheng for her, but now, this is not a bad impression, and she directly turned around the eighteen bends of the mountain road, in her opinion, this son of the King of the West Sea, but Erer.

"Have you eaten?" Mo Sang asked Qing Huan who was lying on his table.

Qing Huan raised his eyes to look at him, a pair of big eyes rolled slightly, I heard the third senior brother say before, Mo Sang should not be a nameless, but his origin is very mysterious, few people know, especially the attitude of the Jade Qing Zhenren who regards him as his own, and also flows out of the ridiculous remarks that he is the son of the Yu Qing Zhenren, but it is just some speculation from the side of the road, in short, with the obvious difference in the attitude of many big people towards him, his true identity has become the biggest mystery in the gossip.

Mo Sang snapped his fingers and flicked on the door of Qing Huan's head, "What to see, if you don't want to eat, just leave, I'll take you to see the residence." ”

Qing Huan nodded obediently and followed behind, in fact, she was thinking just now: The thoughts and deeds of those gentlemen, Mo Sang should not have.

After the two left, Qi Lian seized the opportunity and interrogated Lan Wenyu: "Lan Wenyu, when did the third young master meet this Qinghuan." "Although he goes in and out of the Nine Heavens frequently, after all, he is a person from the West Sea, and he does not dare to say that he knows all the things in the Nine Heavens, even if he includes his brothers, all of them are sons and brothers, and they are not doing their jobs all day long, they are proficient in eating, drinking, and having fun, especially for fairies, or fairies who are as beautiful as flowers, but it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net.

This Qinghuan is one of them, when he was in the Yaochi Immortal Society, he was in the limelight, first won the first place, was rewarded by the Queen Mother, and in a blink of an eye, he was characterized as a person who stole the dust and washed the dust, after being captured by the Queen of Heaven, there was no news of her, and I didn't hear Yuheng mention half of the sentence, some people speculated that she was assigned to the lower realm or died under the hands of the Queen of Heaven, but I didn't expect to meet here today, it seems that I didn't suffer anything, and I don't know why I climbed the high branch of the three princes.

Qi Lian's eyes darkened, and then he sneered.

"I don't know. Lan Wenyu has always been not very harmonious with the son of the King of the West Sea, although the two maintain peace on the surface, but they are more energetic in their hearts, he is perfunctory at will, but when he heard Qi Lian's sneer, he thought he was mocking himself, and said with horizontal eyebrows: "What does this smile mean by the eldest prince of Qi, but what is the high opinion!"

Qi Lian has been a favored son-in-law since he was a child, not to mention his pride and arrogance, and no one in his eyes, especially for Lan Wenyu, a parasite who jumped out of nowhere and has no background status, he has no good face, if it weren't for the fact that his father Jun Qian told him to know how to be proportional before he set off on this trip, for the sake of Mo Sang, the third prince, he would have put up with this person a little more, otherwise, any bullshit and inferior immortals would not be worthy of lifting shoes for him.

The ridicule on his face became even more obvious, and he sneered: "This son calls you famous, that is to give you face, if it is not in this lower realm, and you have a mission, you try, this young gentleman can take care of you as a nobody." ”

The two obviously have deep grievances, and no matter how small things can become the fuse.

Lan Wenyu was shaking the fan calmly on the surface, and he had already scolded Qi Lian, a sanctimonious guy, hundreds of times, thousands of times in his heart.

Until Kang Yulan brought someone in to clean up the dishes, the corners of Lan Wenyu's mouth rose, and he brushed his sleeves away, and he had heard countless more ugly words, but he couldn't bear it, it wasn't him Lan Wenyu.

Mo Sang took Qinghuan to the backyard room, he lived in an independent courtyard, the layout of the courtyard was elegant, and the flowers, plants, mountains and stones were suitable for movement.

"Go pick your own favorite. "There are three rooms in the small courtyard, Mo Sang thought for a while, but still didn't let Qing Huan live in the other courtyard, "I will stay here for a while." ”

Qing Huan walked around the three rooms, and finally settled on the outermost one: "That's it." He leaned on the pillar and asked, "How long are you going to stay?"

Mo Sang shook his head and said, "Not sure." ”

"Aren't you in the Eastern Wilderness? Now that the two of them are alone, Qing Huan can finally say all the questions in his heart, "Could it be that it is for what kind of golden bowl conference?"

Qing Huan didn't think so, after all, the Golden Bowl Conference was too low for these masters, what kind of blessing was not blessed, it was the existence of people who cultivated immortals in the lower realm, and it was simply not worth mentioning for these high-ranking immortals, but she met them in Guling Mountain, which inevitably made people contact the Golden Bowl Conference recently opened by Guling Mountain.

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