Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 123

"Qi Cheng, he..." Shang Mo frowned slightly, and his voice became a little dignified. An ominous premonition hit her heart. She didn't know what happened to the purple-eyed guy who was so angry that she jumped when he had nothing to do.

"I see." Qiyou nodded with his low voice still calm and steady, and he had already turned his back and continued to walk forward.

Looking at Qiyou's back, Shang Mo didn't speak anymore. Qiyou and her haven't been together for a long time. From the time of life and death, the limbs are crippled to the current high-strength skills, this process is neither long nor short. With perseverance and perseverance unimaginable by ordinary people, he has persisted.This is also the place where Shang Mo has always admired Qiyou. He has admirable courage and courage. This kind of indomitable and noble perseverance is not something ordinary people can have.

What kind of humiliation made him unwilling to die no matter how much pain he endured?
Qi You and Qi Sheng have completely different personalities, one is like a steady mountain, while the other is an ice cube that can spew fire at any time. If possible, she really hopes that the years will be quiet and they will be safe and sound.

"I told you not to come, look at you, you vomited all over me!"

"The master left without saying goodbye, how could I not worry about it, I know the master will come here to fetch 'Longevity without Boundaries', but it's too unreasonable not to bring me along."

"Brother Wuqing, Brother Wuyue, stop arguing, it's important to find the young master first."

"We're not arguing, what do you know, don't talk nonsense in front of the master for a while!"

"We're not arguing, what do you know, don't talk nonsense in front of your son!"

"Amitabha……"

Shang Mo's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sudden bustle, and as he wiped the cold sweat off his brow, four handsome young men in tight satin suits walked towards him, making noise while walking.

I saw Ziyi pinching his nose mercilessly and disgustingly, pointing at the stinky and dirty part of his body and complaining aggrievedly, while the handsome man in the blue shirt but with a sickly pale face was looking at him. It was Mr. Wuyue, and she seemed to be a little dizzy, walking unsteadily, always supported by the blue-clothed boy Wushuang who had been persuading the fight.

The three of them were arguing and arguing non-stop, only Jun Monk in cassock and cassock at the side was still calmly reciting silently as if nothing to do with himself: "Amitabha..."

Noticing the existence of Shang Mo and Meng Lingkuang, the four of them immediately quieted down, and all of their attention was concentrated. They seemed a little surprised that Shang Mo would be with their young master. They were stunned for two or three seconds, and the four came quickly. Go to them and bow down in front of Meng Lingkuang: "Wuhen, Wuyue, Wuqing. Wushuang, I have seen the son and the master."

"Get up." Meng Lingkuang smiled faintly on his indifferent handsome face, and his warm and elegant voice was blowing like a breeze, which calmed people's hearts.

As soon as Meng Ling's crazy words came out, Wushuang jumped up with red eyes: "Master, are you okay? Are you injured? Wushuang is worried to death!"

"You can't see with your eyes, how can our young master get hurt so easily!" The ruthless temper was still on fire, and it was obvious that he hadn't withdrawn from the resentment that had been spewed all over him.

"Amitabha..." After a large number of Meng Lingkang went up and down, Wuhen's silent recitation solved everyone's confusion, the conclusion was reached, and the young master was not injured at all.

Wuyue did not speak, and her gaze was lowered all the time, appearing a lot more reserved. She never thought that under that icy and stern mask, there would be such an indifferent and elegant face. They are all calm and detached, but those too deep black eyes are as calm as a pool, but with a kind of alienation and indifference.

Does his tenderness only bloom for one person?

"Hey, hey, do you still see me in your eyes!" Shang Mo's anger sank to his dantian, and finally he couldn't help bursting out, and squeezed in front of the Wuqing three, separating them from Meng Lingkang.

"Why do you exist?" Wushuang immediately fell silent, but Wuqing snorted and stared back angrily.

"Because brother Lingkuang is mine!" Shang Mo rolled his eyes, and pushed back without blushing...

Silence, dead silence.

Quiet, as quiet as death.

The air seemed to be frozen and still, Wuqing and the others all widened their eyes in disbelief, looked at Shang Mo suspiciously, and turned their eyes to Meng Lingkuang who smiled lightly and acquiesced in shock.

This, this, what's going on...

Meng Lingkuang hilariously let Shang Mo domineeringly stand in front of him and the four young masters. Seeing Shang Mo's shocking words suddenly burst out, Meng Lingkuang just paused slightly. Patted Shang Mo's head with one hand lovingly: "You girl."

"Brother Lingkuang, do you want to go back on your word? I've given you all the tokens of love. If you go back on your word, I'll sue you." Shang Mo pouted, and there was another mess of talking about it.

A token of love?

The eyes of the four princes widened even wider, but Shang Mo brazenly shook the Shangxie in her hand.

Meng Lingkuang leaned down slightly, and whispered something next to Shang Mo's ear, with a smile in his tone, the deep and hoarse voice seemed to be coated with a layer of magnetism, and his whole body was numb from the eardrums: "Damn girl, you must turn around!" Take care of you, I'm not kidding."

That voice was as gentle and pampering as ever, but Shang Mo was embarrassed, his face turned red, and this time he finally calmed down obediently.

This was the first time she heard Brother Lingkuang speak to her in such a tone, and she had always been the one who unscrupulously molested Brother Lingkuang...

"Ahem..." Monk Wuhen coughed a few times, with a strange expression on his face, he held a gold and copper key in his hand and changed the subject: "I accidentally found a treasury on this island with countless treasures. ,if……"

Before Wuhen could say anything, Shang Mo's eyes had already started to glow, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely evil manner, Shang Mo had already brazenly stretched out his hand: "Thank you, Wuhen, I didn't expect you to move faster than the one I sent out!" Hurry up, I will treat you to a big meal later."

"This..." Wuhen paused, but he didn't intend to hand over the key to Shang Mo.

Now Shang Mo was a little displeased, raised his eyebrows, and stood next to Meng Lingkang in a pretentious manner, chest out, threatening: "Why, you want to share the invincible treasure with me?"

She beat the person, what a joke, killed a BOSS, and the equipment was picked up by someone, isn't that stepping on her tail?
"No." Wuhen looked embarrassed, he had never seen Shang Mo be so shameless...

(End of this chapter)