"Guilty?"
"I haven't done anything, why should I feel guilty?"
"Yes, there is no need for you, an outsider, to intervene in the matter between me and the Qingyin Saint!"
"Boy, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a hint of terrifying murderous intent rose in You Tanyu's eyes.
If it is said that looks can kill, I am afraid that Mo Wentian at this moment has been killed countless times by You Tanyu's looks.
"Saint Qingyin, since Young Master Youlong is so angry, he may be more interested in saving face. I will tell him his plan in front of everyone to make him lose face!"
"How about this? I have also opened an upper room in this Youlong Inn. Saint Qingyin should also want to know about Young Master Youlong. I wonder if I, the emperor, would be honored to be alone with Qingyin. One room?”
Mo Wentian ignored You Tanyu, but looked directly at the Qingyin Saint and chuckled.
"A room alone?"
"Who is this guy? How dare he invite the Voiceless Saint to be alone in a room?"
"This boy's cultivation level is no more than the perfection of the Heavenly King. With such cultivation level, he is like an ant in front of Young Master Youlong. With such cultivation level, he actually dares to invite Qingyin Saint to be alone in front of Young Master Youlong. Room, I think this kid is tired of living!"
"Young Master Youlong will definitely kill this kid. If you don't kill him, where will Young Master Youlong's face be?"
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Following Mo Wentian's words, the people around him instantly became excited.
They looked at Mo Wentian with extremely complicated expressions in their eyes.
The Mo Wentian in front of him, an ant whose cultivation was only at the level of the Heavenly King, actually invited the Voiceless Saint to be alone in a room. This was a bit too bold.
"A room alone?"
But at this moment, Qingyin Saint's eyes flickered slightly.
The next moment, her eyes fell on Mo Wentian, and the power of her soul spread towards Mo Wentian.
When the power of her soul spread to Mo Wentian's body, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Although the Mo Wentian in front of him was only at the perfection level of a Heavenly King, Mo Wentian's soul was actually stronger than hers.
This was somewhat beyond the expectations of the Qingyin Saint. At this moment, an idea arose in the Qingyin Saint's heart.
Although the cultivation level in front of him is only Mo Wentian who has perfected the Heavenly King, he must not be simple.
"Qingyin, if you refuse him, you must not agree to this kid!"
Looking at the fleeting look in Qingyin's eyes, You Tanyu seemed a little anxious and quickly lowered his voice.
"Yes, Qingyin Saint, reject this boy!"
"The perfect ant of the Heavenly King doesn't even urinate and look after himself, yet he dares to invite the Voiceless Saint?"
"That's right, Young Master Youlong invited Qingyin Saint several times, but Qingyin Saint didn't even agree. How could she agree to a nobody like him!"
"You are really overestimating your capabilities. You will be embarrassed now!"
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The whole front door of Xuan Temple exploded in an instant.
At this moment, everyone's mocking eyes fell on Mo Wentian. They simply did not believe that the Qingyin Saint agreed to Mo Wentian instead of Young Master Youlong.
"Boss, you want to invite this Qingyin Saint to come to our upper room to be alone in a room. Is this what you want?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao came back to his senses from the shock, with a puzzled look on his face, and quickly sent a message to Mo Wentian.
"You'll know then!"
There was no emotion in the indifferent voice, and no emotion could be heard.
"Boss..."
Seeing Mo Wentian's indifferent expression, Xiaojiao opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but in the end, nothing came out.
"Qingyin Saint, your curiosity will drive you to become the emperor's treasure!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the Qingyin Saint. Looking at the Qingyin Saint in front of him, Mo Wentian said secretly in his heart.
It had to be said that this voiceless saint was really of top quality, but in her eyes, Mo Wentian saw a hint of vulgarity.
Even with this touch of vulgarity, he couldn't catch the eye of Mo Wentian.
"Sister Qingyin, don't follow this boy. I feel that his purpose is not pure!"
"There is a dangerous aura about him!"
Suddenly, when the Qingyin Saint was hesitating, the bird on her arm reminded her solemnly.
"The purpose is not pure?"
"Dangerous aura?"
The curious look in the eyes of the Qingyin Saint became more and more intense.
She Qingyin has never been a believer in evil. If others say that she can't go, the more she will go to find out.
What's more, her heart was full of doubts about Mo Wentian in front of her.
A warrior whose cultivation was only perfect as a Heavenly King, but his spirit was actually a bit stronger than hers at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor's state.
"I promise you!"
Qingyin hesitated for a while, then a light flashed in his eyes, and Qingling's voice resounded.
Not to mention, this voiceless voice is really melodious. It's just a few words, but the voice is fascinating.
Even Mo Wentian, at this moment, there was a trace of fluctuation on his face.
But it only took a moment for Mo Wentian's expression to return to its previous indifference.
"Really agreed? How is this possible?"
"The Voiceless Saint really agreed? How could the Voiceless Saint agree to this kid?"
"Saint Qingyin agreed to be alone in a room with this boy, but where is our young master Youlong? And where is the young master of the Moyouku tribe?"
"Hey... what a pity!"
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With the killer paper documents, countless warriors in front of the entire Xuan Temple's gate instantly began to boil.
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes were calm, as if he had already known the conditions that the Voiceless Saint in front of him agreed to.
"Saint Qingyin, you can't promise this boy. This boy is hostile to me. Don't believe what he says!"
But at this moment, seeing the Qingyin Saint agree, Young Master Youlong instantly became nervous, took a step forward, and said quickly.
He was really worried that Mo Wentian would tell Qingyin Saint everything he heard.
"Young Master Youlong, there is no need to worry, I will come as soon as I go!"
Seeing the nervous look on Young Master Youlong, Qingyin's eyes clearly flashed with displeasure.
"Saint Qingyin, we are not in a hurry now!"
"I am waiting for you in the upper room of Youlong Inn at this time!"
Seeing that the Qingyin Saint was about to follow him, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, his eyes flashed, and he said with a grin.