Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang did take the treasure hunting mouse spirit stone.

After all, the spiritual energy in this mortal world is thin, and whether he is flying with a sword or doing anything else, he needs spiritual energy.

He was so poor that he asked Treasure Hunting Mouse to give him a few high-grade spirit stones half-threatening and half-baiting.

I thought it was invisible, but I never thought that one day this little thing would betray me.

Under Mo Yuan's cold gaze, he reluctantly took out two high-grade spirit stones and threw them into Mo Yuan's palm.

"Nothing."

The treasure hunting mouse wanted to say something, but was glared at by Duan Lang, and retracted its head aggrieved.

Mo Yuan glanced at his palm, then raised his eyes to Duan Lang, "Continue."

Duan Lang resisted stubbornly, "It's all over!"

The corner of Mo Yuan's lips raised, "You want me to search you?"

Duan Lang: "..."

He gritted his teeth viciously, and took out two more high-grade spirit stones, his distressed face turned pale.

"It's really gone this time."

Mo Yuan glanced at him with a half-smile, put two of the spirit stones in the special place for flying magic weapons, and sat cross-legged on one side.

Mo Yuan's eyes were so real that Duan Lang had nothing to hide, but he didn't take it seriously at all, instead he blinked at him very frankly.

So what if he hides his secrets, hmph, he is in charge of the treasure hunting rats, and it's not too much for him to charge some childcare fees!

On the contrary, he is a majestic Lord Mozun who even reached out to ask for money from one of his captives, but how shameful he is?

Seeing Mo Yuan commanding the flying magic weapon, not wandering aimlessly, but heading south, Duan Lang glanced at him, and murmured in his heart.

Could it be that the grandson was lying to him before? In fact, he knew how to return to the world of cultivating immortals, otherwise why would he look confident.Or is there something in the south that he wants to see?

After driving for three days in a row, on the evening of the fourth day, Mo Yuan brought them to a city about the size of Luoyang City.

Duan Lang scanned it with his spiritual sense, and saw three big gilt characters on the city gate, Fengtian City.

After collecting the flying magic weapon, Duan Lang took the three little ones and entered the city together with Mo Yuan.

When they entered the city, it was already dark, and every household had already lit their lamps. Thousands of lights were blurred, cooking smoke was rising, and the aroma of food was everywhere, like a world of fireworks.

Duan Lang swallowed unconsciously, and patted his stomach reflexively.

Although he still had a lot of Bigu Dan on his body, it was because he didn't want to eat it, and he hadn't eaten for a whole day, so he was naturally hungry.

Looking at Mo Yuan who was standing beside him with cold eyebrows, he tentatively asked, "Junior brother, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Before Mo Yuan could answer, the three little ones got excited first, You Qi Jiujiu immediately said like a cannonball: "If you want, I'm already hungry, sir."

Mo Yuan glanced at Feng Jiujiu indifferently.

Feng Jiujiu shrank her head, and raised her head in disbelief when she realized it, but her words were neither straight nor strong.

"Little...Master won't eat your food, you...why are you glaring at me!"

Heck!

In the clan, it is not afraid of anything, not even the father of its clan king, but it is inexplicably afraid of this hairless black man.

It's not because it has been cleaned up, but because it has a kind of fear in its bones, the fear of dealing with natural enemies.

Duan Lang felt that Feng Jiujiu was too rigid, so he not only gave it a thumbs up in his heart, but also applauded it vigorously in his heart.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at Duan Lang coldly, just in time to see his excited expression that he didn't have time to put away, and couldn't help but sneer.

Sometimes he really wonders how this coward's brain grows.Obviously afraid of him to death, but he likes to deliberately pick things up.

If he hadn't deliberately stuffed candy into his mouth and made him angry, he wouldn't have dealt with him.

Duan Lang panicked in his heart, quickly suppressed his complacent expression, and put on the appearance of a fairy who is cold and out of dust and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Junior brother, if you are hungry, why don't we try the snacks here? Don't worry, I have money."

The treasure hunter gave Duan Lang a resentful look.

The silver was also taken from it by the second master.

Without raising his eyelids, Mo Yuan raised his feet and walked straight into the city.

Duan Langfeng's eyes brightened slightly, knowing that there was something to be done, and hurriedly followed.

The night market in Fengtian City is the same as in Luoyang City, with a whole street of various food stalls.

Duan Lang's appetite whetted his appetite, and he stopped in front of a stall selling steamed buns, unable to walk.

The three little ones also stretched their necks, looking at the plump, meaty steamed buns.

Duan Lang glanced at Mo Yuan, "Junior brother, these steamed buns are pretty good, why don't we buy two steamed buns to try?"

Mo Yuan sneered, "Buy it if you want, don't use me as an excuse."

Duan Lang thought to himself, if it wasn't because he wanted to curry favor with you, I'd ask you a ghost.

The stall owner was frightened by the three little things on Duan Lang's body, when he heard that he wanted to buy steamed buns, he hurriedly said, "Ke Xin, my steamed buns are delicious and soft, after eating one, I'm sure you'll want to eat two more. "

Duan Lang thought about his very full storage bag, waved his big hand, very proudly, "Come and pack it for me in ten cages."

When the stall owner heard that it was a big business, the creases on his face melted into a smile, "Okay."

Duan Lang got the buns, stuffed one for each of the three small ones, raised his eyes to see Mo Yuan standing beside him coldly, picked out the biggest one, and handed it to him.

"Junior brother, the biggest is for you."

Mo Yuan first glanced at Duan Lang who was smiling brightly, then looked down at the bun in his hand, his heart moved slightly, and the slight tingling pain disappeared in a flash again.

He took it with a calm face, and the steamed buns that were originally hot in his hand seemed to be frozen, and the heat dissipated instantly.

Duan Lang watched Mo Yuan finish eating the buns gracefully, and said with a smile: "By the way, Junior Brother, I forgot to tell you, I didn't wash my hands just now when I took the buns."

Mo Yuan: "..."

There was a sudden nausea in his stomach, his face was ashen, "Have you been tired of working lately?"

Duan Lang felt scared belatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum, and said with a dry smile: "I...I was just joking. I washed my hands, really."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand in front of Mo Yuan, turned it back and forth, "Look, it's very clean."

Mo Yuan raised his palm with a sneer, and a black air slashed at Duan Lang's palm.

Duan Lang quickly withdrew his hand, and at the same time put a spiritual body protection on himself.

The black magic energy hit the aura barrier, directly blasting it into pieces, turning into light spots and scattering, and then falling on the table behind Duan Lang

Duan Lang looked at the table that had been blasted into pieces, feeling both scared and appalled, "Junior Brother, I was just joking with you, why did you still start?"

Fortunately, he just dodged quickly. If he had been slower, it was probably not the table behind that was smashed, but his hand.

With a flick of Mo Yuan's finger, the table that had just been blasted to pieces instantly returned to its original state.

He slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Duan Lang, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his raised lips, "I was also joking with senior brother."

Duan Lang: "..."

Young man, don't lie to me, your eyes obviously don't say that.

He laughed dryly, "Haha, this junior brother's joke is really funny."

The corners of Mo Yuan's lips curled up, and Mo Yuan, who was sinking like a deep sea, bent, "I'll make a joke for you tonight, brother."

Duan Lang: "..."

Dad, I know I was wrong.

Duan Lang was afraid that Mo Yuan would really clean him up at night and stop being a monster. After dividing the remaining buns among the three little ones, he and Mo Yuan continued to walk down.

Seeing that although Mo Yuan had a cold face, he never showed any sign of impatience, and even a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Mo Yuan is not like the original owner. The original owner is a native of the spirit world, who was brought back to the Canglan Immortal Gate since he was a child.Mo Yuan grew up in the human world, and went to the Canglan Immortal Gate after going through a lot of hardships in order to become an immortal.

Thinking of this, Duan Lang didn't feel strange about Mo Yuan's abnormal behavior today.

— No matter how vicious or vicious a person is, he will probably miss his hometown.What's more, Mo Yuan seemed to be living a happy life when he was a child, not at all the miserable little white flower he imagined.

The last time I was halfway through the night market, I was interrupted by Mo Yuan. This time, Duan Lang walked from the street to the end of the street. After being addicted to shopping, he bought a bunch of food and drink and put them in the storage bag. , and Mo Yuan left the night market and walked into a high-end looking inn.

It was night at this time, and the lobby of the inn was overcrowded, and it was very lively.

But after Duan Lang and Mo Yuan walked in, they suddenly became very quiet as if they had been pressed the pause button.Everyone's amazed eyes were like a net, intertwined and fell on the two of them, and they were all stunned by their handsomeness.

Duan Lang has long been used to the attention of everyone, and he doesn't care about it. Instead, he waved his hand in front of Xiao Er with great mood, and said with a smile: "Xiao Er, do you have a room?"

Xiao Er suddenly came back to his senses, his whole face was flushed red, and he stammered: "Yes... yes, please follow me to the guest house."

Mo Yuan was more indifferent than Duan Lang, his eyes swept across the hall, everyone woke up instantly, they all shuddered, and dared not look at them again.

Duan Lang: "..."

In terms of awesomeness, he is still awesome.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, and ordered Xiao Er coldly, "Take us to the small courtyard behind."

Xiao Er didn't know how Mo Yuan knew there was a courtyard behind, and thought he used to live in it, so he said awkwardly: "Ke Xin, the small courtyard behind us is already full."

Mo Yuan frowned, looking very unhappy.

Duan Lang searched the backyard with his spiritual sense, "Isn't there still one room that's not occupied?"

Xiao Er hesitated and said: "The courtyard has already been booked by a guest, otherwise Uncle Ke will consider taking a room. The environment here is also good."

Duan Lang wanted to say more, but he heard Mo Yuan's tone increased, and he ordered Xiaoer: "Take me to the back yard."

Xiao Er's eyes instantly became dull, like a puppet being controlled, and his voice said without any ups and downs: "Yes."

Duan Lang was speechless at Mo Yuan's domineering behavior for a while, so he could only go into the backyard with him, following Xiao Er.

The backyards are all single-family courtyards, with white walls and gray tiles, a single off-white wooden door, and a clump of green bamboos planted beside them.

Inside the courtyard gate is a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees. On the innermost side, above the three steps similar to a small bridge, is an antique house, and below the house is a shallow pool.

The house was actually built on the water.

Duan Lang looked up and saw three words written on it, Yue Mengxuan.