Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan's face darkened visibly to the naked eye, like a Beijing winter day full of smog.

Duan Lang was afraid that he would wield his demonic energy if he disagreed with him, so he subconsciously pressed his hand, and said to Lu Sangmi with a smile: "City Master Lu misunderstood, we are not...

Be your man. "

no!Are all you cultivators so bold?The dignified Da Neng during the tribulation period even raised a male servant.

Lu Sangmi waved his sleeves, and someone moved a soft couch over immediately.She sat up gracefully, her slender white legs crossed.

"Didn't you come to be my boyfriend? Then what are you here for?"

Duan Lang suddenly didn't know where to start. He glanced at Mo Yuan who was still looking ugly, and carefully organized his words.

"We... are here to intercede with you."

Mo Yuan took out a box from the storage bag and floated in front of Lu Sangmi.

"There is a nine-leaf and nine-flower Jade Fire Grass in it, which reaches your Transformation Pill and releases you."

Lu Sangmi slightly raised his eyebrows, and smiled playfully, "Are you here to intercede for that kid?"

Duan Lang was worried that Mo Yuan's tough attitude would annoy Lu Sangmi, so he quickly smoothed things over and said, "If City Lord Lu is not satisfied, we can also come up with other things."

Lu Sangmi grabbed the box floating in front of his eyes, played with it for a while, and lazily said: "Nine leaves and nine flowers, green fire grass, you guys are generous, but you can't let me take it seriously."

After she finished speaking, she casually threw the box back on the table in front of Mo Yuan, and continued: "Is there anything else? Take it out and let me see. If it pleases me, maybe I can let go of that brat who burned my hair .”

The latter sentence is particularly gritted.

Duan Lang subconsciously glanced at Lu Sangmi's hair, and found that the hair was only on the shoulders, and there were burnt marks at the tail, and he wanted to tear Feng Jiujiu apart.

Doesn't he know?A woman's face and hair are their most precious possessions, so if you hurt anything, you must not hurt them?

Could it be that Lu Sangmi is going to tie him up and throw him into the monster abyss to fill the hole!

It really deserves it!

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, and looked at Lu Sangmi coldly, "What do you want?"

Lu Sangmi propped his chin, leaned his elbows on his knees, and looked lazily at Duan Lang, "I really like this little swordsman in white. If you promise to let him stay with me for a year , I not only promised you to release that stinky boy, but also gave you the Transformation Pill, how about it?"

Duan Lang: "..."

After a long time, that kid didn't even get the Transformation Pill.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and said with a dry smile: "Senior, you really know how to joke."

Lu Sangmi suddenly sat up straight, tore off the veil from her face, and stared straight at Duan Lang.

"Is it because I am not beautiful? So you don't want to?"

Lu Sangmi, who took off the veil, looks really good, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn waters, like a fairy in the sky, with a good posture and a cool and dusty temperament at the same time.

Good-looking is good-looking, but compared to Feng Taoyao, it is still a little bit worse.

Ever since meeting Feng Taoyao, Duan Lang found that he seemed to be immune to such things as beauties.

Facing Lu Sangmi's burning eyes, he lowered his head pretending to be flustered.

"Senior is very beautiful, it's just that I...cough cough, I have a disease...so I can only live up to the love of senior."

It is impossible to be a duck or something, and it is impossible to be a duck in a lifetime.

Mo Yuan: "..."

Lu Sangmi: "..."

She reacted for a long time before realizing what the phrase "a widow has a disease" meant, and she choked instantly.

"You can not?"

She didn't doubt that Duan Lang lied to her, after all, it is impossible for a man to deceive others with this kind of thing.

Mo Yuan looked at Duan Lang's expression in silence, an unconscious smile flashed across his eyes.

His senior brother is a wonderful person, in order to reject Lu Sangmi, he can even tell such a lie.

Now he really wants to know how many times this person in front of him has cheated him without changing his face.

Duan Lang showed an expression so embarrassed that he was about to cry, turned his head away, bit his lip and said nothing.

Don't ask anything, don't say anything, if you ask me again, I can only die.

Lu Sangmi has a hobby, that is, he likes to collect beautiful men all over the world. Whenever he sees ones he likes, he wants to put them away in the mansion. When he has nothing to do, he calls them out one by one to have a look.

So when Duan Lang and Mo Yuan came in, the guards let them go without even telling them.

But Lu Sangmi didn't expect that he finally got a fancy one, and it turned out to be a showy.

She pressed her forehead and snorted, "Just put on airs, I don't mind anyway."

Duan Lang: "..."

He didn't expect that he had risked even his dignity as a man, and he still hadn't escaped the fate of being a duck. Tears flowed into his heart, and he looked at Mo Yuan for help.

At this time, we can only rely on Lord Mozun who likes to solve everything with force.

Being looked at by Duan Lang like this, Mo Yuan's heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, soft and numb.

His eyes flashed calmly, and he said to Lu Sangmi: "It is impossible for him to stay, you ask for special conditions."

Lu Sangmi was really annoyed that Feng Jiujiu had burned her hair, after all, having beautiful hair was her favorite, but now that the anger has passed, she is no longer so angry.

She put the veil back on her face again, and said with a cold snort, "That depends on your sincerity."

Mo Yuan stared at Lu Sangmi for a while, then took out a box from the storage bag.

"Inside is a Wuxin lotus petal, which can prolong your life for 500 years."

Lu Sangmi was startled, grasped and squeezed the palm of his hand, and was about to bring the box over.

Mo Yuan let her take the box, and said coldly, "Give me that Transformation Pill too."

Lu Sangmi had already opened the box, and after discovering that Mo Yuan hadn't lied to him, she was overjoyed and said, "It's really Wuxinlian. It's a deal!"

They are old monsters who have lived for thousands of years. What they are most afraid of in this life is that their longevity has arrived, but they have not yet ascended. With Wuxinlian, there is a layer of protection.

What's more, Wuxinlian not only hasn't appeared in the world for thousands of years, but also has no negative effects after eating, it can be called a priceless treasure, not to mention just exchanging one transforming pill and a person's life, even exchanging ten pills is still a big profit for her.

Lu Sangmi did what he said, and immediately sent out a message talisman, asking people to bring Feng Jiujiu back.

The rope tied to Feng Jiujiu's body and the shackles that bound him are Lu Sangmi's magical weapons, and she needs her own hands to untie them.If someone wants to force it open, they will tighten it tighter and strangle Feng Jiujiu to death.

Duan Lang couldn't help secretly rejoicing that Gang Gang didn't do anything and robbed people directly, otherwise Feng Jiujiu would have been strangled into a mummy.

After a while, the leading monk who had met before brought Feng Jiujiu to the pavilion.

Seeing Lu Sangmi, Feng Jiujiu shrank obviously, obviously very afraid of her.

With a wave of his hand, Lu Sangmi took back the rope that bound Feng Jiujiu, untied his shackles, and said slowly: "Little devil, you are lucky this time, if you mess with me next time, you will not be so lucky .”

Feng Jiujiu snorted dissatisfied, and was about to say something when Mo Yuan's icy eyes glanced at her and swallowed it all back, unwillingly saying, "Thank you, senior, for your kind hand."

Lu Sangmi was in a good mood when she got Wuxinlian, and she didn't bother to argue with Feng Jiujiu, so she told the male waiter behind her to bring the Transformation Pill and hand it to Mo Yuan.

"Both the money and the goods. The more transformation pill is for you."

Duan Lang watched as Mo Yuan opened the box, and there were indeed two Transformation Pills inside.

Although Lu Sangmi took advantage of this matter, if she only gave one Transformation Pill, they wouldn't say anything.In this way, it seems that Lu Sangmi is doing things in a grand manner.

Sure enough, the great powers in the Tribulation Transcendence Period were all old monsters, and they couldn't find any faults in how they behaved.

Except for Chen Wankong who practiced evil skills.

The matter is over, and there is no need for them to stay any longer.

Duan Lang and Mo Yuan led Feng Jiujiu to the door, and Lu Sangmi saw them off.

When she was about to reach the gate, she suddenly asked: "The old monster in Beiling City was defeated a few days ago, did you do it?"

Duan Lang paused.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Sangmi, "What do you think?"

His brows are cold, his eyes are dark, and when he looks at people with the tails of his eyes raised slightly, he has an indescribably strange feeling, which makes people startled for no reason.

However, Lu Sangmi didn't seem to feel it, and glanced at Mo Yuan with his usual expression, and said slowly: "I just asked casually, it doesn't matter if it's what you did. And I haven't liked that old guy for a long time. "

Putting on airs, he is always used to his good-for-nothing son, but he is embarrassed to make a move because he is on the way.

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Duan Lang glanced back at the direction behind him, and said with lingering fear: "I thought Lu Sangmi would make a move, it scared me to death

It is. ”

Mo Yuan glanced at him noncommittally.

Feng Jiujiu was full of questions just now, and couldn't wait to ask: "How did you convince that old woman to let me go? And who is the old monster in her mouth?"

Duan Lang felt distressed when he thought of the lost Wuxin lotus petal, and rolled his eyes at Fengjiujiu, "What kind of old woman is she called, City Lord Lu."

Women are afraid of being called old, if Lu Sangmi hears it, Feng Jiujiu can't run away, it will be another good meal.

Feng Jiujiu knew she was wrong, but she was unwilling to admit defeat, "She is already old, how could I say wrong?"

Duan Lang gritted his teeth, "Then why don't you shout like that in front of her?"

Feng Jiujiu: "..."

He desperately didn't want to admit that he was afraid of Lu Sangmi, so he said stiffly: "Then... isn't that giving you face?"

Duan Lang laughed, "I really thank you, little brat."

Mo Yuan glanced at Feng Jiujiu, and said impatiently, "Shut up. Where's Yue Yingbai?"

To Duan Lang, Feng Jiujiu could still say a few words, but to Mo Yuan, it was like an eggplant beaten by frost, completely wilted.

He pointed to the west side, "In the inn over there, I made a yard, where she, the fool, and the mouse were all there. Not much to say, the three of them quickly walked towards the inn that Feng Jiujiu said .

When he was about to reach the door, Mo Yuan suddenly approached Duan Lang, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Is there a disease? Huh?