Long live Daddy: Mother of the Waste

Chapter 89 Family Wine (9)

Shangguan Liuyun's face changed slightly, he quickly returned to normal, stretched out his hand to the little girl, and said softly: "Bao'er, tell me, do you want to go with me?"

Murong Wan nodded at the first moment: "Yeah..."

Her small mouth was covered by Mo Shangqian, and she could no longer make any sound, so naturally it was impossible to express her wishes.

"Mo Shangqian, don't force me to do it!" Shangguan Liuyun's eyes darkened, he opened his lips coldly, and a strong spiritual pressure immediately emanated from his body.

Mo Shangqian smiled lightly, but did not speak, but suddenly emitted a strong spiritual pressure.

The two men quickly formed a confrontation, but it was hard for the people around to watch the excitement, they only felt chest pains and couldn't breathe freely, let alone Murong Wan who was held in Mo Shangqian's arms.Because she has no cultivation and cannot resist this terrible spiritual pressure, her small face suddenly turned pale as snow, and her small body leaned softly into Mo Shangqian's arms: "Master, master, no, it's uncomfortable... "

She is a child now, and she has no cultivation base, so she cannot resist the spiritual knowledge of two masters of cultivation at the same time.

The spiritual pressure of these two men is frighteningly high, it should only be able to be achieved by cultivators in the infant stage, right?

She once heard that if Mo Shangqian wanted to become a fairy, he would have no problem at all.The problem is that he hasn't played enough, and he doesn't want to become a fairy so soon.

Mo Shangqian likes life in the world, and prefers to act recklessly in the world without anyone caring about him.

Because of this, Mo Shangqian has never cultivated immortality, but just does it as he pleases.

Feeling the strong spiritual pressure emanating from Mo Shangqian today, she suddenly understood why Xiaoxue was so afraid of Mo Shangqian that day. It was really because of a terrifying power in Mo Shangqian.

As for Shangguan Liuyun, he is also a rare master, but compared to Mo Shangqian, he is still inferior.As for the specific difference, she can't perceive it, after all, she is doing nothing now, and she doesn't have such ability to sense it.

Mo Shangqian looked at the little guy in his arms, saw that her face was as pale as paper, and her heart was twitching unconsciously.He immediately withdrew all his spiritual pressure, and gently stroked the little guy's face with the back of his hand: "Bao'er, are you uncomfortable?"

Murong Wan snuggled into Mo Shangqian's arms, not wanting to pretend: "Well, my chest is tight, it's so uncomfortable." It felt like I was going to vomit.

Hearing this, Mo Shangqian took a step back holding the little guy.Shangguan Liuyun still wanted to follow, Mo Shangqian raised his palm, and all the women in red, headed by Yang Hua, stepped forward and blocked Shangguan Liuyun's way.

It took Shangguan Liuyun half a quarter of an hour to get rid of the entanglement of the girls. He stepped forward to look, but the two little guys had long since disappeared, and Mo Shangqian naturally disappeared without a trace.

That room, Murong Wan was carried into a palace-like building by Mo Shangqian.

The doors of this building are layer by layer, and each floor is guarded by two women.The women were all dressed in red, which was about the same color as Mo Shangqian's red dress, bright and eye-catching.

Murong Wan saw it in her eyes and wondered in her heart, she asked in puzzlement: "Why are the people around Master all women, and they all wear red clothes? Does red look good?"

Xiaobao also had the same question, waiting for Mo Shangqian's answer.

"How pretty is red? It's flamboyant and gorgeous, and my teacher likes it. When little Bao'er grows up, she will also wear red, she must look good." Mo Shangqian looked at the snow-white dress on the little girl with disgust, shook his head and sighed. : "Wearing white at home is like a dead relative. It is unlucky. Change to red in the future."

(End of this chapter)