Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 8

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then immediately pinched Shang Mo's little face flatteringly, and began to toss the little guy half-coaxed and half-deceived: "The old man is the peerless master Xuanji among the world's population. I don't even have a chance, the old man's whereabouts are mysterious, and it's a blessing for you little girl to meet me..."

"I'm not interested." Shang Mo was about to go berserk, and her patience was getting worse: "I want Wushuanglian!"

"There is only one unparalleled lotus, which was carefully cultivated by the old man for many years. Why don't you worship me as a teacher and give me a gift of unparalleled lotus?" The old man is definitely the No. 1 salesman in ancient times.

Shang Mo is a person who is very afraid of trouble, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with the old man. His eyes obviously don't trust the old man at all, and he only treats him as a big liar: "I'm not interested in multiple masters asking for trouble, I just want Wushuanglian , you give me the Wushuanglian, and you can ask for anything you want, except apprenticeship."

"No, I, old man Xuanji, either don't want an apprentice. Since you are my favorite, I must be your master."

Yo ho, I'm still rascal.

Suddenly, the phoenix eyes narrowed on that dirty childlike face, and a sharp light suddenly appeared. It seemed that there was an invisible sharp blade hidden in the body of this thin and lazy nine-year-old child. Once the sharp blade is unsheathed, it will surely shock the world.

The old man Xuanji was taken aback for a moment, and then he slapped his thigh and stood up even more as if he had found a treasure, but when he met Shang Mo's little face that was so tormented with anger, the old man touched his nose with a guilty conscience: " Little girl, you should think about it carefully and worship me as your teacher, otherwise you won't get Wushuanglian..."

"Then I don't want it anymore." Shang Mo twitched his lips, turned around handsomely and left without any hesitation.

"Stop!" The old man Xuanji raised her voice, a little anxious, and finally got him to recognize this little girl, and asked her to inherit his peerless martial arts. This is fate, how could she let her slip away.

Shang Mo sighed heavily, seeing that the sky was about to turn brighter, and this day was going to be tossed about again, she turned around quietly, she was extremely lazy, and now she had such a supercilious and serious expression, her eyes were gloomy It fell on the old man Xuanji without saying a word.

The old man's back stiffened, and his whole body felt cold. What is called a mountain is even higher, and this little girl is his nemesis.

"You don't want Wushuanglian, isn't it a waste of time?" The old man stopped in front of Shang Mo flatteringly, and he understood it with reason and affection: "Look, call me master, you won't suffer, and you can get Wushuanglian ..."

"I, say, no, no, interest, interest." Shang Mo said word by word, his clear eyes concealed a turbulent cold light, and the expression of impatience on his pink face became more and more obvious: "Another condition .”

The old man Xuanji was overjoyed, so it is not impossible to subdue the little girl, it seems that the little girl is still very rare for Wushuanglian, the old man rolled his shrewd eyes, and twisted his long silver beard: "Okay! There is no such thing in the world. It's a free lunch, you can get the Wushuanglian if you want, but I want you to steal something for me, and you can exchange it with the old man for the Wushuanglian after you get it."

First of all, he used a trick to delay the attack, and then he always had a way to make the little girl figure it out and worship him as her teacher.

After the words fell, Shang Mo narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips were raised, and the smile on that embarrassed little face was so sinister that it made hairs stand on end: "Deal!"

This has to go back to Shang Mo's old business. In Shang Mo's eyes, getting any rare treasure is as easy as cooking a piece of cake.

Seeing that Shang Mo agreed immediately, the old man Xuanji grinned, not inferior to Shang Mo's insidiousness at all: "I want the things you stole to be in the palace."

The old man was deliberately making things difficult for Shang Mo, and it was Shang Mo himself who agreed to the exchange. If he couldn't do it in the end, he would have to obediently come back and worship him as his teacher.

After all, Jiang is still old and hot, the old man Xuanji squinted and smiled, this girl can still escape from his palm, ten of her can't live enough for his age.

Shang Mo raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and smiled sinisterly at the old man back: "No problem."

a bolt from the blue!

The old man's smile froze, as if he had been hit by a boulder falling from the sky, his eyes widened, and he squatted down in shock to stare at the calm and dark nine-year-old child with a smile: "The palace, I'm talking about the palace. Then The guards inside are heavily guarded, if you enter the palace to steal things, if you are caught, you will be beheaded, the head is chopped off, it hurts, click..."

Shang Mo waved his hand extremely recklessly, and raised the corners of his lips disapprovingly: "Old man, you don't need to scare me with alarmist words, as far as the imperial palace is concerned, only I, Shang Mo, don't want to go, and there is nothing I can't go to!"

"What a big tone, what a big tone!" The old man frowned, thinking, he thought that the little girl would retreat in spite of difficulties, but he didn't expect to be so rampant. Suddenly, the old man's eyebrows brightened, and he was not afraid to tell the little ghost this time And retreated!
"Tell me, what do you want me to steal? What treasure in the palace would you trade for the Wushuang lotus?" Shang Mo raised his head, extremely arrogant.

"How about stealing the emperor's personal belongings?" The old man twisted his long beard with a smirk, glanced at Shang Mo's expression from the corner of his eye, and then threw out two words in satisfaction: "obscene pants."

Shang Mo was taken aback for a moment, and his small face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and then from black to red. This old man...

"Wretched!" Shang Mo spat, and gave the old guy a smirking look with contempt. What kind of hobby is this? Don't leave it with a big treasure, let her steal the emperor's underwear!
This is obviously trying to make things difficult for her!

"How about it? It's too late to return it now." The old man winked triumphantly at Shang Mo, who was blushing. The old urchin was more complacent than anyone else at the moment: "Apprentice teacher, steal obscene pants, choose one."

"Steal!" Shang Mo dropped a word angrily, took a few steps forward, and then turned his head to look at the old man Xuanji with a dark face: "Take me down the mountain."

The old man's smug smile froze, he didn't expect this little girl to be so courageous, she even dared to steal the emperor's obscene pants, she would rather do such dirty things than worship him as a teacher, frustrated, What a setback!

There are no clouds, the breeze is gentle, such a good weather makes people feel better.

But Hanguo Imperial Capital is not as calm as people's mood, the crowd is bustling with each other, rubbing their shoulders one after another, and they all get together to watch the excitement.

The bulletin boards in the imperial capital are full of arrest warrants, and the wanted person is the poor seventh lady Shang Mo in the mansion of General Shang, Marquis of Ding'an. .

(End of this chapter)