After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 49 It's Not Him

Ling Jingyu also frowned when he heard this, his handsome face couldn't help but darken.

He looked down at Mo Yunzhao, no matter how loud the shout was, she remained calm, and no one touched her emotions at all.

Ling Jingyu looked up at the people who were still shouting angrily, his eyes were gloomy, and the palm of Bai Ruxue moved slightly.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated, and the powerful coercion, like a hood of heaven, pressed down, making people breathless.

The people who were still shouting, bang bang bang, fell to their knees one after another, breathing heavily, it was difficult to speak again.

Even for people like Mo Jinghao, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat at this moment, like beans falling to the ground.

Seeing their reactions, Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled warmly like a spring breeze.

Although he said he would not intervene, he did not say that he would not do it.

Thinking of him asking for credit, he looked at Mo Yunzhao.

It's a pity that Mo Yunzhao couldn't see it, but she still heard something strange, she turned her head slightly, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, probably your legs are weak from shouting, kneel down?" Mo Yunlan also couldn't see clearly what happened to the people who suddenly knelt down.

The ordinary people who stood still looked blankly at the mob who suddenly knelt down and said nothing.

Ling Yongnian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up, but he couldn't see who released the coercion.

However, he looked at Mo Yunzhao, stood up, and said in a deep voice.

"Mo Yunzhao is the lord of Moyang City. He has been approved by the emperor, and you are not allowed to refute. Today, the king sees your first crime, so I don't care about it for the time being."

"But if there is another time to target Mo City Lord like this again, this king will definitely not be polite!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves to dissipate the coercion that enveloped him.

There was another bang bang bang bang, and the kneeling people suddenly lost their limbs and fell to the ground, begging for mercy.

Seeing Mo Yunzhao's puzzled face, Mo Yunlan said, "It's Ling Yongnian. He released his spiritual power and suppressed the people with coercion. He helped you out."

She really felt Ling Yongnian's spiritual power.

Mo Yunzhao tilted his head slightly, and said with certainty, "It's not him."

"Ok?"

Ling Jingyu's smile grew stronger.

Mo Yunzhao snorted disdainfully, "He doesn't have that ability yet."

"Uh... who is that?"

The voice was not loud, but the distance was not far away, but Ling Yongnian could hear it clearly, his handsome face turned pale with annoyance.

Mo Yunzhao looked down on him so much!

Mo Yunzhao looked sideways, knowing that Ling Jingyu was beside her, so he didn't say much.

He just raised his jaw slightly, "You say I'm not worthy to be the Lord of Moyang City?"

When Ling Jingyu was caught such a glance, he felt his heart fluttering, and his smiling peach eyes were full of spring love.

The common people who were still lying on the ground, already shocked by the terrifying coercion just now, did not dare to say the word "unworthy", but shook their bodies, and did not even dare to look up at her.

Mo Yunzhao tilted his head slightly, and said to Mo Yunlan, "Sister, do you remember them?"

Mo Yunlan swept lightly and nodded, "It should be about the same."

Mo Yunzhao hummed, and then raised his voice and said, "Tomorrow, they will be expelled from their household registration in Moyang City."

As soon as these words came out, the people kneeling on the ground suddenly looked up at Mo Yunzhao, forgetting their fear, and questioned, "Why did you expel us from the household registration in Moyang City?"

There are many benefits for having a household registration in Moyang City.

All the people in the city have jobs, and as long as the monthly household allowance is less than five taels of silver, their children can go to school for free, and those with a little potential for cultivation can also practice.

This is the child's hope.

(End of this chapter)