I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

"Nangong Lelin" and the others came at the right time, neither early nor late.

The emperor of the witch royal family has not yet arrived, but the other princes and witch doctor envoys have all arrived.

On Wuzu Emperor Nan Gongfeng is also a talent, 36 palaces, 72 beauties, and gave birth to 13 sons.

It may be controlled by secret medicine, only a son, no daughter.

Three of the thirteen sons died.

So in the end there were only 10 sons left.

It can be said that it is really a unique royal banquet.

In addition, witch doctor envoys are no less than a large gathering.

Because Nangong Lelin was bloodthirsty and manic, Mo Sheng didn't even look at other people.

He was looking for his seat just by seeing the seat number and identifying which prince it was based on the portrait.

After Mo Sheng was seated, the eighth prince beside him started to act strangely, "Yo~ you are indeed the seventh brother~ you have to bring a beauty to a banquet~"

The Eighth Prince and the Seventh Prince are not used to each other.

You can tell how sour it is from the Eighth Prince's tone.

Although the Seventh Prince Nangong Lelin was tyrannical and ruthless, but his cultivation level was there after all, so he received much more attention from Nangong Feng than the Eighth Prince.

"The poor ghost still has a face?"

Mo Sheng was playing with the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and took a sip, and said with a little joking.

Not at all polite.

The Eighth Prince was choked by Mo Sheng.

The smile on his face faded a bit, but he didn't slap the table directly. Today is the annual royal banquet, and no one can bear the responsibility of ruining the scene.

It's just that the smile on his face has gradually become a kind of superficial smile.

"Seventh brother still likes to joke so much, how can he be richer than Seventh brother~ Why don't you give me a little brother!"

The Eighth Prince came directly and pushed the conversation to Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng gently put the wine glass upside down on the table, and glanced up at Liang Yin who was praised by the Eighth Prince just now.

Liang Yin also calmed down a little, but it was not too different from the previous appearance.

They all belong to beauties, so it's no wonder that the eighth prince's sour words just came out without thinking.

However, Mo Sheng sized Liang Yin up, looking at Liang Yin's eyes, he felt disgust for no reason in his heart.

"Don't underestimate yourself, counting the property under your name is no worse than me, there is a limit to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

Mo Sheng exposed the eighth prince's disguise directly and arrogantly.

They are all deep-minded people, why are they pretending to be innocent children?

The eighth prince was choked by Mo Sheng, why did he feel that his seventh brother's temper was getting weirder and weirder?

This... shouldn't be enough to know?Why do you still say it on the table, if your father finds out, wouldn't it be cool?

"Okay, okay, Seventh Brother, hurry up and eat something."

The eighth prince was afraid that he, the seventh brother, would reveal something violent to him.

A spirit beast leg was stuffed directly into Mo Sheng's mouth.

Mo Sheng frowned slightly, and gave the Eighth Prince a warning with his eyes.

The Eighth Prince was whistling out of tune, looking reckless and unrestrained.

The sitting posture is even more arrogant than Mo Sheng's Nangong Lelin.

The entire leg is on the desk, it seems that there are no rules at all.

"Xiaoba is getting more and more unruly."

The cold and dusty voice made the eighth prince immediately take his feet off the desk.

The whole person sat down obediently, like a little quail, compared to being arrogant and rude just now, he graduated from the etiquette class overnight.

Even Xingli looked curiously at the place where the sound was made.

I saw that she was dressed in a dark red robe, her shiny black hair was raised high by the same flamboyant red ribbon, her sword-like eyebrows flew obliquely, and her clear and shallow eyes hid sharp black eyes. Opaque light, tall and straight body like jade.

The obviously flamboyant red robe made this person wear it with an unfathomable feeling.

I just heard the Eighth Prince say obediently, "Brother, you're biased, just talk about me, not Seventh Brother."

The Eighth Prince muttered in a low voice.

"Huh? Is it possible that Xiaoba wants to copy books again?"

Although Nangong Yunche's cold voice was pleasant to hear, the majesty and oppression in it was something that the Eighth Prince would not dare to underestimate at all.

After Nangong Yunche saw that the eighth prince was being honest, he strolled leisurely to the only two remaining positions besides the Wu Clan emperor Nangong Feng.

However, after Nangong Yunche sat down, he sat on the mat, smoothed the folds of his robe slowly, and casually gave Mo Sheng's Nangong Lelin a warning look.

The warning and cold eyes were directly transmitted to Mo Sheng across the seats of several people.

Mo Sheng received Nangong Yunche's gaze, and his expression did not change. Across the distant moonlight, he and Nangong Yunche looked directly at each other for a few seconds.

.......

Because the eighth prince and the eldest prince are siblings, Nangong Yunche's eyes were warning Nangong Lelin to restrain himself.

No matter how bad the eighth prince is, he is still his own brother, enough is enough.

Mo Sheng is already familiar with the complex relationship network of the Wu Clan royal family, so after thinking about it carefully, he also knows what Nangong Yunche means.

Nangong Yunche is almost everyone secretly recognized the next Wu clan emperor.

Absolutely meticulous thinking and city government, as well as an absolutely high level of cultivation.

Almost the same genius as Xingli, who entered the Lishen stage at the age of 200, and did not use insidious methods for promotion like Nangong Lelin.

Compared with other Wu people, this person is a gentleman and a kind person.

Mo Sheng firmly grasped Nangong Lelin's script, and lip-synched to Nangong Yunche arrogantly and recklessly.

Are you worthy?

Nangong Yunche laughed lightly and shook his head.

Don't worry about Nangong Lelin's madness.

Instead, he raised his glass and said modestly and politely to the audience, "Yun Che came a little late, and I still need everyone to forgive me."

Then he punished himself with three cups, and drank each cup in one gulp.

It can be regarded as full of sincerity.

This practice made the witch doctors and envoys present feel at ease, and a wave of praise came towards Nangong Yunche.

"The eldest prince is too polite!"

"As expected of a gentleman, this courtesy is indeed thoughtful."

"It's rare for the eldest prince to take us to heart!"

"Dear the people, the First Prince really deserves to be one of the heirs! His Majesty the Emperor is really good at raising children!"

All the words on the scene were flattering Nangong Yunche, but Nangong Yunche's expression was flat, with a slight smile, showing no sign of impatience.

Indeed, among a bunch of arrogant princes, Nangong Yunche was considered a clean stream.

Xingli stood beside Mo Sheng quietly, and Xiyao was also guarding Xingli's side, and there was nothing unusual about it.

And Liang Yin next to Mo Sheng was indeed a bit abrupt.