Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 49

"Hey, I heard that there are four great masters in Piaomiao Mountain Villa, the monk Wuhen, Zhengtai Wushuang, Hua Dierurui, and there is one who can be called the head of the four masters, Wuyue, why didn't you see it?" Shang Mo blinked innocently. Closing his eyes, he tugged on Meng Lingkuang's sleeve, and asked treacherously: "Brother Lingkuang, I heard that Wuyue is the most handsome of the four young masters, is it true?"

With a childish voice, the three of them noticed that there was such a little thing hiding in their young master's arms, but as soon as Shang Mo finished speaking, the three of them suddenly became confused.

The monk Wuhen was still there, so I raised my palm calmly: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Wearing an aqua-blue robe, with big watery eyes and fairer skin than a woman's, Wushuang is the youngest of the three. He is seriously thinking about this unheard word with an innocent face: "Madam?"

The most disintegrated one was the ruthless one with peach blossoms in his eyebrows and eyes, who had a poisonous and harmful face at a glance. He was so angry that he jumped up: "A butterfly? You actually said I am a butterfly! Little devil, you don't know me. Ruthless is so dedicated, I can't bear to be nostalgic for the butterflies in the flowers. You say that because you don't know me yet. Come, come, come to my brother, my brother will let you understand the real situation. "

Shang Mo sweated profusely, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he hugged Meng Lingkuang rascally, and spoke righteously in an extremely serious manner: "Brother Lingkuang, you should stay away from them."

These four young masters are more shameless than the last, what should they do if they want to spoil her brother Ling Kuang?
When Meng Lingkuang heard it, he couldn't laugh or cry, so he petted Shang Mo's head fondly, without saying a word.

Each of the four sons was trained by him, and I don't know if it is his fault to be so scorned by Xiao Mo...

Hearing that the little ghost actually called his son "Brother Lingkuang", the three of them who were still in shock just now collapsed even more. What is the situation now? They have only been away for a long time, and this little ghost appeared out of nowhere, and it seemed that he still had a relationship with the young master. Very familiar!
"Could it be that this is the good thing, my lord?" Hua Die touched her chin mercilessly, with a look of pity on her face, hey, it seems that his claws can't reach this pink and tender little devil's head, my lord, excuse me He dared not move even with a hundred guts.

"Really? Really?" When Xiaozheng heard this, he was shocked and burst into tears.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, my son does not shy away from the worldly eyes, my subordinates admire me, Amitabha..."

Shang Mogan twitched the corner of his mouth, and when he raised his head, all he saw was Meng Lingkuang's gentle mask, and he couldn't see clearly the expression of brother Lingkuang under the mask at this time.

"You guys actually bullied Mr. Shang Mo, aren't you afraid that the master will punish you?" A laughing voice sounded, and a cyan figure entered Shang Mo's sight. .

The man settled down and saluted respectfully: "Wuyue is late, master forgive me."

"Wuyue, you also know about the son? You are too unkind, and you didn't tell the brothers." Huadie complained mercilessly and dissatisfied.

"That's right." Wushuang nodded fiercely, it was so right that Shang Mo's energy and blood surged almost uncontrollably.

"Amitabha……"

Although the handsome man in Tsing Yi was dressed in men's clothing, the sharp-eyed Shang Mo recognized her at a glance: "It's you!"

According to rumors, the head of the four princes, the one whom Shang Mo had been looking forward to infinitely, was actually the number one beauty, Zhao Fenghua, a woman, a woman, and Shang Mo wanted to cry without tears. As expected, each one was more shameless than the other...

"It's me. I didn't expect Xiaomo to run to the dusty place. She's still young, so it's not good to be overindulged like this..." Wuyue winked at Shang Mo playfully.

"He went to your Chunjiang Tower?" Hua Die ruthlessly pointed at his trembling index finger, and criticized Shang Mo with great pain: "Little devil, you followed our son, why are you still so...so...you have the nerve to call Am I a butterfly?"

"This is not good, Amitabha..."

There was a roar of laughter, each of these four guys was making fun of her, Shang Mo's face was dark, and suddenly a hint of cunning flashed through those big watery eyes.

Shang Mo sighed heavily, pulled Meng Lingkuang's sleeve, blushed and complained pitifully: "Brother Lingkuang, they bullied me, punish them, punish them."

The four of them were speechless, despicable...

"Clean up this place." Looking at the blushing little guy who was heading straight into his arms, a rare smile flashed across Meng Lingkuang's dark eyes, but his voice remained calm, neither angry nor sullen, But majestic.

Seeing his master take that despicable brat away, leaving only the four handsome young masters looking at each other in the howling wind, a burst of mourning broke out: "Master, protect yourself!"

At this time, Shang Mo was burying his face in Meng Lingkuang's arms and giggling, he had already left a few feet away, heading towards the mysterious ethereal realm.

Looking at the stumped limbs and broken arms on the ground in front of him, blood sprayed all over the ground, five corpses with horrific deaths, and a lot of poison that had already been splattered into minced meat, the stench hit your face, the four princes resigned to their fate. Look at me, I Look at you, I think they are the four grand masters of Misty Villa, but today they are reduced to cleaning up corpses...

Crossing the poisonous barrier and crossing the ravines and cliffs, this is the first time for Shang Mo to enter the Misty Realm soberly. I am afraid that even the gods will find it difficult to walk into the misty realm alive.The various formations set up outside are intertwined, and people can be trapped inside if they are not careful. It is estimated that those who dare to enter the Misty Villa will be able to see the King of Hades before seeing how the word Piaomiao is written.

No wonder people call Misty Villa the most mysterious, its whereabouts are erratic and unpredictable.

Although Piaomiao Villa is called a villa, it is actually a fairyland on earth. The setting sun has not yet fully set, and the fire clouds in the evening dyed the whole sky fiery red, which is incomparably gorgeous.

Shang Mo's little hand was held wildly by Meng Ling, and two white figures, one big and one small, walked side by side in this fairyland on earth that was so beautiful that Shang Mo was amazed. From time to time, the little guy raised his head and said something excitedly to the boy , the halo outlined the boy's slightly cold side face, under the mask, his lips were slightly curved, with a hint of pampering.

Stepping on the soft grass, flowers that she had never seen were blooming around her. If Meng Ling hadn't been holding her wildly, Shang Mo's small arms and legs might have been buried in the flowers taller than her, and there was Qingyue in his ears. The sound of birds chirping is accompanied by the sound of butterflies shaking their wings, and the faint spring stream makes a faint and heart-warming music. From time to time, birds more beautiful than phoenixes are flying back and forth above their heads, happily and intimately offering them refreshing food. fruit.

(End of this chapter)