Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 89

Although he was not worried about Shang Mo's safety, Yun Yang was still a little puzzled, he clearly agreed to set off to Duzun Valley together, could it be that this kid ran away?
Yun Yang was lying on the boulder in a daze, his relaxed and comfortable expression suddenly became serious, a carp straightened up and sat up, as expected, as soon as he stood up, he saw a steady and tall strange man in the depths of the faint purple bamboo forest. When the figure came into sight, every cell in Yunyang's body immediately went into a state of alert, with his fingertips exerting force, the golden needle was already in his hand, ready to go at any time.

But before the golden needle was sent out, Yun Yang subconsciously stood still, because the strange man who walked step by step from the depths of the purple bamboo forest was on the back of that stinky boy Shang Mo who had been with him for a long time. The man was wearing a mask and was dressed in white. The cold gaze under the mask only glanced at him without saying a word, while the boy on his back was holding the man's neck tightly with his hands, and his head was lying on his back. I was sleeping soundly.

"Please follow me." Yun Yang put away the golden needle calmly, and he had already jumped off the boulder. Although the initial guard had gradually faded, compared to his usual appearance, he was still a lot more serious at this time. He glanced pensively at Meng Lingkuang and then at Shang Mo on Meng Lingkuang's back. He looked away without saying anything, and walked ahead to lead Meng Lingkuang.

Following Yun Yang's guidance, Meng Lingkuang brought Shang Mo to her resting room, placed her gently on the bamboo couch, and covered her with a thin blanket.

As soon as Shang Moren touched the bamboo couch, she fell into a deeper sleep. She turned over, and her restless little hands subconsciously tore off the thin blanket that Meng Lingkuang had just covered for her, and threw it aside, and slid to the ground.

Seeing Shang Mo's childish behavior, Meng Lingkuang smiled angrily and helplessly, leaned over to pick up the thin blanket that Shang Mo had just thrown away from the ground, and covered her again. It will still be a little cold in the middle of the night, especially in such a deep valley bamboo forest, this girl is restless after falling asleep.

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Lingkuang covered Shang Mo with the quilt, Shang Mo pouted dissatisfiedly again, seeing that this restless little hand was going to throw the thin blanket again, but this time Meng Lingkuang didn't let her He succeeded, before Shang Mo's little hand successfully "committed the crime", it was already tightly held by a warm big hand.

"Don't throw the quilt, don't kick the quilt, sleep obediently." Meng Lingkuang lost his temper after being quarreled by Shang Mo, he grabbed Shang Mo's tricky little hand dumbfoundingly, and ordered every word in a deep voice.

His orders from Meng Lingkuang are like a military order falling like a mountain. Even Zhao Fenghua and his four famous sons would dare not refuse to obey, but if they see that his son is seeming serious to teach this restless little man at this moment. Things, but the tone is so spoiled that there is no deterrence, they will be so scared that even the eyeballs will fall out.

As if he heard Meng Lingkuang's serious "reprimand" in his dream, Shang Mo curled his lips innocently, muttered a few times, and finally calmed down and stopped thinking about the quilt.

Seeing such a childish Shang Mo, Meng Ling smiled silently, gently put down Shang Mo's hand, and gently pinned the broken hair that fell on Shang Mo's face behind his ears with that gentle big palm. His dark and deep eyes seemed to be as gentle as overflowing water, his voice was hoarse and deep, and it sounded like spring water in April, flowing into people's hearts: "Be nice to yourself, silly girl."

He sighed lightly, as if he was unwilling to let go, as if he was nostalgic. His eyes stayed for a long time on Shang Mo's white face, which was becoming more and more fresh and refined. This quiet sleeping face was still childish, as innocent as a newborn Baby, everything is so beautiful.

Finally slowly looking back, Meng Lingkuang stood up quietly, walked out of the room, and closed the door for Shang Mo.

Yun Yang was already standing at the door. He leaned against the door with his arms folded and didn't make a sound to disturb Shang Mo's sleep. He just saw how the man took care of Shang Mo just now. Even Yun Yang was stunned. Shang Mo hasn't gotten along much, but in his impression, Shang Mo seems to be a sharp and shrewd person. Where has he seen her act as childish as before?
It turns out that this brat also has such a normal side...

After the door was closed, Yun Yang slowly looked away, straightened his body and stood up.

In the quiet purple bamboo forest, the night is quiet, and the cool wind is mixed with the fresh smell of green bamboo, which is very pleasant to smell.

Two slender figures stood quietly, and no one could but marvel at these two upright and upright men standing under the moonlight.

One is in a light gray gown, with wooden plum branches in her hair, a leisurely and open-minded temperament in her brows and eyes, and her light brown eyes are majestic, as if nothing in this world can restrain such a person, stronger than the idle clouds and wild cranes Free and unrestrained, no matter who sees such a person, they will involuntarily want to get close to him, because as long as they get close to him, it seems that this world is just like this, and nothing can make people restrained.

An upright man in white clothes, with a kind of overlord majesty that makes people have to submit to his indifference, his eyes are especially dark, like a deep pool that cannot see to the bottom, there are hidden vortexes everywhere in it, and if you are not careful, you will be killed. Falling into a point of no return, the aura of such a man is too strong, so cold that people dare not get close to him, but he is so elegant and breezy, calm and calm, frivolous and domineering, I really don't know which one is him.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Yinke killer Meng Lingkuang is talking about your Excellency." Yun Yang glanced at the warm jade flute on Meng Lingkuang's waist, and then saw the cold silver on his face. With the moon mask and such an extraordinary overlord temperament, Yun Yang easily came to this conclusion.

Piaomiao Villa has always been mysterious, and has little connection with people in the Jianghu. Unexpectedly, that kid Shang Mo seems to have a considerable status in the eyes of the owner of this Piaomiao Villa.

"Yun Zong has always been one of the five great sects for its excellence in both medicine and poison. Yun Qing studies poison, so the other one must be Yun Yang, a crazy doctor who doesn't care about Jianghu affairs." Meng Lingkuang's voice was indifferent and distant, obviously Reject people thousands of miles away.

He narrowed his gaze, and a cold light suddenly appeared. He, Meng Ling, did not forget the five poisonous elders who dared to hit Shang Mo back then. Meng Lingkuang will let the real master behind them-Yun Qing!
It was really not easy for Yun Qing to focus on Mo'er so early. Mo'er was only nine years old back then, unlike the peerless martial arts he is now, Yun Qing is really, cautious enough.

(End of this chapter)