"That's the truth." Nangong Liuyun's eyes narrowed with a smile, but in the second half of the sentence, Bei Chenying's body was completely hit, "The second child of the Mo family, you can't deal with it now."
"The second child of the Mo family?" Bei Chenying exclaimed when she heard the words.
The Mo family in the Weiyang Palace, one of the top ten families in the world, Mo Yunfeng, the second son of the Mo family, is very talented and spiritual, and it caused a sensation on the mainland back then.
On weekdays, when the elders of the family teach people, they are all straight-faced, holding a feather duster and scolding: "Look at Mo Yunfeng, he is just blah blah at a young age..."
This Mo Yunfeng is the legendary 360 degree perfect child of someone else's family.
Of course, Nangong Liuyun is even more famous than Mo Yunfeng, but all the elders understand people, right? Nangong Liuyun is a god far away in the sky, how can mortals catch up? This second young master Mo Yunfeng is someone who can catch up and surpass.
Therefore, in Xiao Beichenying's tragic childhood, his ears were constantly filled with how perfect the second young master of the Mo family was, so that he was extremely sensitive to the three words Mo Yunfeng.
Nangong Liuyun raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile: "What? Are you still afraid of him?"
"Will I be afraid of him?" Bei Chenying felt as if his tail had been stepped on, and almost jumped up excitedly, "Now I'm the eighth-order, the peak of the eighth-order, how can he compare to me! It's almost like serving me tea and water. ."
Bei Chenying hummed angrily.
Nangong Liuyun stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were far away, and he landed on the small black dots in the distance: "Before entering the Nine Layers Hall, I heard that this Second Young Master Mo is also at the peak of the eighth rank, and I don't know how it is now. "
It is also the peak of the eighth-order? Bei Chenying suddenly grimaced and cursed in his heart: Mo Yunfeng, hold on, don't break through earlier than Lao Tzu!
However, Bei Chenying's scolding seemed to have no effect, and the black spot in the distance soon came to Nangong Liuyun's group of people.
Mo Yunfeng was dressed in a sky blue robe, his face was like a crown of jade, he was handsome and handsome, and he was carrying an outstanding young man.
His eyes are like autumn colors, his red lips are curved, and he has a smile that is as warm as jade, which makes people feel good at first glance.
"Hey, Nangong, Beichen, it turned out to be the two of you." Mo Yunfeng rode on a high-headed horse, galloping over, and after reining in the reins, his smile was full of meaning.
"What? It's not surprising to see the two of us at all?" Bei Chenying put his hands behind his back, like an old man, squinting at Mo Yunfeng.
Mo Yunfeng jumped off the horse and clasped his fists to plead guilty: "Offend you, there are rumors that you went to Muxian Mansion, and this is the only way to Muxian Mansion, so—"
He had a smile on his face, his attitude was very good, and he looked at Nangong Liuyun and others with a smile, but when his eyes swept across Nangong Liuyun, it was quite meaningful.
Nangong Liuyun stood calmly in the same place, with an indifferent and arrogant expression, like a condor in the night sky, with its own strength and dominance that looked down on the sky and looked down on the world.
Mo Yunfeng's eyes were slightly wrinkled.
Didn't Li Yaoyao say that Nangong Liuyun was seriously injured and was dying? Why does it seem to be completely fine now? Or, how many people in front of you are pretending to be a tiger
At this moment, an angry voice came from the carriage: "Why stop? Hurry up!"
Hearing this voice, our girl Su subconsciously shrank her neck and took a step back silently.
It really hurts people for no reason, and I feel a little guilty...