Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 50

Shang Mo was shocked, holding Meng Lingkuang's hand and jumping up and down restlessly: "Brother Lingkuang, this place is so beautiful!"

Looking at this energetic little guy, a faint smile flowed in Meng Lingkuang's deep eyes. The cold mask that usually makes people daunting seems much softer today.

"This is..." Shang Mo stopped suddenly, squinted his eyes, and looked at the entrance of the cave that suddenly appeared in front of him. The vines were entangled and covered the entrance. There was a huge stone standing on the entrance. It turned out that there were a few chic and elegant words carved by the predecessors with a sword. There was only one sentence, but Shang Mo stopped for a long time inexplicably, staring blankly at those vigorous and powerful words.

Don't envy mandarin ducks, don't envy immortals...

Whoever does not envy mandarin ducks does not envy immortals!
"This is the handwriting left by my mother before she died. After writing this sentence, she will sleep with my father and sleep here forever." Meng Lingkuang's voice was still calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. The matter, those slightly cold eyes lightly fell on those words, making it impossible to guess his emotions.

Shang Mo was slightly taken aback, and tightened his grip on Meng Lingkuang's little hand, curled his lips and raised his head to smile at him: "We share the same bed in life, we share the same acupuncture point in death, I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals, Brother Lingkuang , they are so enviable."

Just as he was talking, Shang Mo, who is born with eyes that shine when he sees a baby, suffered from an occupational disease. Those beautiful eyes lit up for an instant, and his gaze fell directly on the warm and lustrous man embedded in the stone wall behind the mang vine. Things, looking closer, Shang Mo couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The jade flute, the familiar jade flute, is exactly the same as the one used by Ling Kuang's brother. How could it be embedded in the stone?
Who did it?It's incredible!
Seeing Shang Mo's eyes shining so close to drooling, Meng Lingkuang shook his head amusedly, took a step forward, and suddenly swept his sleeves, and he hit the thick rock wall with his palm. The wall barely moved, but the jade flute that was embedded in the rock wall so deeply that it almost merged with it flew out as if it had eyes, and landed in Meng Lingkuang's hands.

"Shangxie is the name of a pair of flutes. Their owners used to be the two people who are sleeping in it now. Shangxie has the same pronunciation. It can play the sound of heaven, and it can also be a peerless killer."

Understood, Shang Mo nodded thoughtfully. Brother Ling Kuang is holding one of Shangxie's flutes. One day, if the two flutes find their own masters, they will be like those two flutes who only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. Like the predecessors, it can be said to kill, and become a peerless kill.

Thinking of this, Shang Mo was not happy, so what kind of woman would stand next to Brother Ling Kuang and have another flute in the future?

"Brother Lingkuang, I like it, can you give it to me?" Shang Mo chuckled, blinking his eyes brazenly, tugging at Meng Lingkuang's sleeve, his eyes shining infinitely.

Looking at this little guy who looked at her expectantly, Meng Lingkuang raised the corners of his lips in a funny way. This little thing is still the same, and his eyes shine when he sees the baby. Although she doesn't know the meaning of asking for this flute, but this The little guy just has the ability to make you unable to say no.

Forget it, Shang Xie will never have an ensemble day, so what does it matter who the master is?

Just when the four young masters came back covered in fishy smell and blood stains, what they saw was the scene where their young master handed over Shangxie to that little ghost head.

"Grand...Young Master..." Hua Die Wuqing immediately widened her eyes in fright, what is the situation?The young master gave that thing to this brat?What a joke!God, is it true that the young master really likes this one?
"No, no, what should I do?" Zhengtai Wushuang bit his lip tearfully.

"Amitabha, suppress your shock..." Monk Wuhen turned sideways and kept chanting Amitabha silently.

Only Zhao Fenghua let out a chuckle, without any panic in his eyes, instead he said with a mocking smile: "Okay, the four of us are so busy that we are disheveled and smell like blood, but Mr. Shangmo is here to tell the master Ask for the baby."

After receiving the gentle jade flute from Meng Lingkuang, what she had was exactly the same jade flute as Ling Kuang's elder brother, Shang Mo was stunned, she naturally knew the meaning, and closed her eyes calmly With a gentle smile in his face, Shang Mo grinned at the corner of his mouth, completely looking like a kid who got candy, he laughed, raised his eyebrows showing off at the four young masters who were in a mess in their respective winds, and then exaggeratedly squeezed himself Then he burrowed his nose into Meng Lingkuang's arms: "Brother Lingkuang, they stink to death, let them wash themselves before coming out, otherwise they will frighten the children."

As soon as Shang Mo finished speaking, the four of them twitched their mouths speechlessly, frightening the children...

Don't say they are shameless, in fact, there are many people who have reached the pinnacle!
Before it was dark, a spark suddenly burst out in the sky, and it disappeared in a flash.

Wuqing, who was exaggeratedly expressing resentment, suddenly straightened his face, and Wushuang's seemingly innocent baby face suddenly retracted, and even the monk Wuhen stopped "Amitabha" instantly.

This subtle change made Shang Mo on the side slightly suppress the smile on his face, and squinted his eyes calmly.

Meng Lingkuang glanced at the red light sweeping across the sky, without much expression on his face, his dark eyes were unfathomable, in the breeze, he stood calmly, which actually gave people the illusion of a chill.

"Wuyue, take Mo'er back." Meng Ling's eyes fell on Zhao Fenghua.

"This subordinate understands." At this moment, Zhao Fenghua no longer had the playful chuckle just now, and his expression was as serious as the other three.

Shang Mo didn't speak, but smiled obediently, and let Zhao Fenghua take her away from Misty Villa.

It wasn't until the two of them left the Misty Villa completely that Meng Lingkuang's indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold voice carried a breathless majesty: "Come out."

"Yes." Under the gradually darkening sky, a black shadow came out from the dark place. The person who came was the bustard Yuniang who received Shang Mo in Chunjiang Tower during the day. When she arrived, she respectfully knelt down in front of Meng Lingkuang: "Master, Chunjiang Building has received information that people from various sects have entered Han City, and are now heading to Andinghou's Mansion."

"En." The corners of Meng Lingkuang's lips slowly curled into a cruel arc. The cold wind blew by, and his white robe was violently agitated, and the falling petals were flying, but none of the petals dared to fall on him. At this moment, Meng Ling Madness is like Yan Luo from hell, the temperature in his eyes seems to have dropped to zero at this moment, a single look can freeze you, a simple word, but it is extremely cold.

(End of this chapter)