The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

The teenagers still don't know why Mo Dao Sang suddenly said such a sentence, a dazed man was empty, and the sound of falling ping-pong-pong sounded at Mo Dao-sang's feet.

When I saw it, my eyes were tearing apart. None of their swords were hard-earned for them by their family members. They are usually treasured and cherished, but now they are piled up and thrown away like broken copper and rotten iron on the street. over there.

Listening to that voice, my heart is bleeding from pain.

"Don't, don't mess around," said a young boy behind who was about to cry, "Speak up if you have something to say, and return the sword to us."

Although the others were not reconciled, most of that momentum was lost.

Mo Daosang raised his hand, only to find that he was still holding a bunch of meson bags in his hand, and quickly touched his waist, and this time they were even more terrified, knowing that he had offended a completely immobile person.

The number one village in the world, I heard that the owner of the villa completely ignores the world situation, if they really go to find a place, they will probably only be beaten out.

Yin Feng's expression turned serious: "The owner is merciful, we offended you today, as long as you return the things to us, we won't cause trouble for the second son in the future."

Mo Daosang glanced at it casually, and Wen Qionghua, who wanted to come up to persuade him, could only stop at the same place, and when he exerted force on his hand, all those bags burst open one by one, no matter what was in them, they were immediately discarded.

The teenagers were angry that he did it without saying a word, and they were shocked that he could destroy so many meson bags with his bare hands without any damage to himself. You must know that kind of mysterious and mysterious power that they dare not even touch. bump.

There was a sound of tinkling bells, and everyone looked at his feet in a panic, and their faces turned pale with nervousness: "The owner of the villa is not as knowledgeable as us, we know we were wrong today."

Mo Daosang just touched it casually, and at this moment retracted his foot, looking at these children who were so distressed to death, he couldn't help but find it interesting: "I can return it to you."

The young men were so thankful that they almost snatched the sword back immediately.

Modausang said again: "Do you know why I didn't destroy this pile of scrap metal? Because I want you to spread a message."

Another burst of ignorance.

Mo Daosang saw that it was almost done, turned around and left: "Talk to those children who are similar to you, if you dare to come, you'd better not bring anything on you, otherwise, just ask for luck."

Wen Qionghua looked at the children who were still standing there, sighed, and chased after them.

And it wasn't until the entrance of the alley became completely silent that after a long time, someone tentatively touched his sword. The moment he touched his scabbard, the joy of regaining it almost brought tears to his eyes.

He held the sword for a while, then looked at the place where Mo Daosang left, with a complicated look on his face. I have to say that although this person is a bit too much, he is really, really powerful.

The boy stood up and looked back, but saw that his companions had similar expressions, and then looked over, feeling confused.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't figure out many things, especially after that time just now, he couldn't figure it out even more.

Someone coughed a few times behind him, the young man turned his head, looked at Yin Feng's reliable attitude of calling everyone to take the sword, suppressed the confusion just now, forget it, it was already very hard for him to do his own thing well, he believed them.

Outside the alley, Wen Qionghua caught up with Mo Daosang who was parked beside the steamed stuffed bun stand, and without thinking about anything, followed Modosang's eyes and saw the big white and tender buns that the shopkeeper was wrapping for others.

He smiled when he understood what, picked out two meat buns to buy and handed them over quickly.

Mo Daosang accepted it with a satisfied expression: "Let's go, Ling Yi, I'll take you to the theater, and you can still catch the last performance."

Wen Qionghua also followed, and said after deliberation: "Junhui, you scared them."

Mo Daosang thought for a while and seemed to think it was a little bit, nodded, but still said: "Since they are a group of children, you can't make a move, so I will."

Wen Qionghua laughed: "That's not the case. Even Junhui, you can't provoke so many people at once. It's my fault. Mingchunjian has never had anything to criticize. There are always dissatisfaction from all parties. I came here , gave them a reason."

Mo Daosang stopped suddenly, and his expression was a little serious for a moment: "No, you are fine." Then he turned back to his original expression by identifying the direction, and said half-jokingly, "Lingyi, when will you If you don't want to stay anymore, come to my No. [-] Villa in the World and be the second owner, I certainly don't want to."

Wen Qionghua was stunned for a moment, and watched Mo Daosang go out for a long time, so he could only follow suit and laugh: "I remember." Mo Daosang rarely felt a little embarrassed, so he simply changed the subject bluntly, and asked: "Your agency How did you find it?"

Wen Qionghua looked at the almost perfect profile of Mo Daosang beside him. They just walked on the street like this. No matter what boredom they had in the past few days, they couldn't feel it anymore. Pressing a strand of flying hair on his shoulder, he smiled softly: "Song Guzhu told me that although the small village is small, but since it was expanded, there are always things that can be left behind. It is impossible to build institutions so that people can't find them. .”

He looked at Mo Daosang thoughtfully, and asked, "Can Junhui guess what it is?"

Mo Daosang took Wen Qionghua and turned another street: "After all these years, it's too difficult to leave something behind. I can't think of anything else besides the well."

Wen Qionghua was not surprised, she just said: "I knew Junhui definitely wanted it."

Arriving at a gate, the choked and tuned voice became clearer. Mo Daosang said to Wen Qionghua, "You are not the only one involved in today's matter, your two children, let them stay in Zhuangzi in the future. When this is over, they won't be in such trouble."

"Junhui, I know," Wen Qionghua raised his head as he said, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the sign of the Liyuan where the voice came from, and some wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask, "My first time I told them when I met them, and they should have gone back by now."

Mo Daosang thought about it for the last time and felt that there should be nothing left, so he regained his interested expression: "Lingyi, let's go, it's good to listen to it to relieve boredom."

Wen Qionghua had countless questions in an instant, but seeing that the old man guarding the door looked quite familiar with Modausang's arrival, he knew that he didn't need to ask any more.

I'm afraid that when Junhui is too lazy to look for the mechanism these days, he hangs around here listening to the music.

An inexplicable worry arose spontaneously, Wen Qionghua pursed her lips, followed Mo Daosang around the wooden building, and looked at the stage in the middle when going up the wooden building. Those eyes became brighter and more affectionate after putting on makeup. , just looking at each other is enough to make people lose their minds.

Sitting in a seat that was obviously occupied by someone, Mo Daosang opened his oiled paper bag while looking at the stage, and began to eat steamed buns with tea.

Wen Qionghua sat down opposite him, he had never been to this kind of place before, so he couldn't help but feel at a loss, and when he saw that Mo Daosang was watching with great interest, his uneasiness became a little bit heavier.

He looked at the slender woman in the middle of the stage again, and because he had some unspeakable thoughts, he looked at it for a longer time.

Then I heard the people around me muffled laughter: "Lingyi, this is the troupe's treasure. The pillar of the troupe is called Hongchen, what do you think?"

This was the first time someone would say such a thing about a woman to him, Wen Qionghua hurriedly looked away in embarrassment, sat upright and did not say another word.

Mo Daosang knew that if he asked, there would be such a result. For a person like Wen Qionghua who abides by etiquette, no matter who the other party is, he would not say anything behind his back, and he didn't care. He said, "Don't worry, since Ling Yi hasn't made up her mind yet, may I take you to take a closer look later?"

Wen Qionghua could no longer listen to what he was saying.

Afterwards, he watched Mo Daosang, who was opposite him, finished eating the steamed stuffed bun, wiped his hands and then listened intently to the music. His fingers tapped on the table following the tune, causing his forehead to hop.

He used to think that the song sounded pretty good, but now he can't understand what he thought at that time.

Finally at the end of the show, Wen Qionghua twitched the corners of her mouth: "Junhui, let's go."

Mo Daosang looked at him, smiled suddenly, dragged him to the backstage: "I said I would take you to see it, I keep my word, Ling Yi, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Qionghua wanted to tell him that it was definitely not in compliance with the rules, but he didn't have a chance to speak, so he dragged the corner of his clothes around the empty field to the backstage, and no one he met along the way came to stop them, he had an intuition Things are getting a little out of hand.

After entering the backyard, someone who looked like the class leader led them to sit down in the living room.

Wen Qionghua felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, and Mo Daosang stopped her when she wanted to leave several times.

After waiting for a while, a woman slowly came forward. Looking at the somewhat familiar figure Wen Qionghua, she knew that this was probably the Hong Chen. After washing off her makeup, she had deep eyes and raised her hands like everyone else. Miss demeanor.

After she saluted, her eyes glanced at Mo Daosang from time to time, the admiration and hope inside were almost revealed, without any falsehood.

Wen Qionghua's still hanging heart suddenly sank, he was so panicked that he could only hold the handrail tightly so as not to lose his composure.

"Miss Hongchen's voice deserves to be the best in Lin'an."

"My lord, you are absurd. The world of mortals is nothing more than a poor person in the floating world. How can I deserve such a description."

"I said you can afford it, and you can afford it," Mo Daosang seemed very happy, "I have never heard of any stage in Lin'an City. This is absolutely true."

Then Hong Chen's face became even more blush, and he smiled with his lips covered.

Xiao Yanzi simply didn't know how his host dared to say so full of words, he would believe it after hearing it, alright, although the host had indeed heard it all, but he just listened to it from afar, This can be compared?

If he could speak, he must tell Lord Zuo Dharma Protector and Master Host to enter this door with the well-embroidered money bag of that little disciple.

With Mr. Zuo Dharma Protector by his side, he immediately became so proud, admiration.

Wen Qionghua was sitting on the sidelines watching Mo Daosang and the woman having a passionate chat, and his heart tightened a little bit. If he could be more impulsive, he would be able to pull Junhui away directly.

But thinking this way, his habit made him still sit there steadily, continuing to watch like masochistic.

"This is my friend. I have admired the girl for a long time. Miss Lao has a good talk with my friend."