"Put it on yourself." Murong Lian waved his hand, "Do you still want me to invite you, 'Mr. Murong'?"
Mo Xi was already furious beside him: "Murong Lian, don't go too far, Suo Nuhuan can only be done with the permission of the emperor—"
Halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted by Gu Mang.
"Such a precious gift." Gu Mang said loudly, suppressing Mo Xi's voice without hesitation. He raised his hands and took the tray, "Thank you young master for the reward!"
Everyone felt sorry, but Gu Mang unhurriedly loosened the pitch-black collar, raised his dark eyes, and looked at Murong Lian who was sitting high. There was no resentment in those beautiful eyes, instead he looked very calm.
Murong Lian said coldly, "Dai."
So Gu Mang stared at him and raised his hand. Without blinking a "click" sound, the lock slave ring was buckled.
"Hey." As if he had discovered something new and interesting, Gu Mang rubbed his neck with interest, "Not too small, just right."
Mo Xi opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief: "..."
The few waiters next to him who had a good relationship with Gu Mang looked like they were about to cry.
But Gu Mang is like this, big things don't seem to matter to him, and when the sky falls, he will probably pull it up with a smile and use it as a quilt cover—
"Does it look good?"
Lu Zhanxing: "…"
Murong Lian's thin pale fingers rubbed the corners of her lips, and said yin and yang, "It's so beautiful."
Gu Mang said sincerely, "Thank you young master for the reward."
"No thanks." Murong Lian's eyes were pale and silent for a while, then he suddenly raised his hand, and as a blue light appeared in his palm, Gu Mang suddenly fell to the ground.
The one named Lu Zhanxing in the waiter couldn't help but said, "Gu Mang!!"
Suo Nuhuan suddenly stretched out several pitch-black lightning straps, which bound Gu Mang's upper body and his arms firmly.
Murong Lian seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he changed to another spell mark, the light in his palm turned red, the thorns pierced out of the lock slave ring, wrapped around the honey-colored body, and the thorns pierced through the roots, and the blood immediately flowed out. …
"Enough!" Mo Xi couldn't bear it any longer, gritted his teeth, "Murong Lian, why are you here!"
"I discipline my own slaves, but what does it have to do with Young Master Mo?" Murong Lian leisurely said, "It's just a cheap slave, it doesn't matter if you kill him, and why does Young Master Mo bother so much?"
"This is the Xiuzhen Academy. You are wearing a lock and slave ring privately to the disciples of the Academy. It is already unruly. Stop!"
Murong Lian turned her head and smiled at Mo Xi, "If you want me to stop, I will stop, so I'm not ashamed of me? Young Master Mo, although your eyes are usually higher than the top, but today you have asked me, and I am not So impersonal."
After a pause: "However, you should give me something."
During the conversation, he laughed and changed several methods of punishment, and Suo Nuhuan had tortured Gu Mang to the point of bleeding.
Mo Xi stopped his hand that made the seal, and stared at him with dark eyes: "What benefits do you want."
"It's nothing special." Murong Lian looked at Mo Xi's wrist, and sneered, "It's just that my mother always complained that my skills were lax and not as good as others."
Taohua San squinted her eyes and looked at Mo Xi: "As long as you lose to me in the New Year's Eve competition in the Academy, I will buy you a face."
"..." Mo Xi turned to look at Gu Mang, but saw that Gu Mang was also looking at him, bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly.
"I heard that this slave under my command helped you a lot when you were subduing demons."
"… "
"How about it, would you like to?"
Mo Xi said, "...Okay. I promise you."
Murong Lian waved his hand with a smile, dispelling the disciplinary spell of Suo Nuhuan, Gu Mang immediately fell into a pool of blood, and his lips that were always curled into a smile could no longer make any decent sound.
And Murong Lian expressed appropriate satisfaction for this—
"It's okay."
The flame of the lock slave ring went out.
Murong Lian sneered at Gu Mang and said, "Let's just lie down like this. When the blood stops flowing, put on your clothes so that you don't have to wash them again. I hope this gift can remind you to remember who you are at all times." His eyes were like bee venom, "Remember how dirty your blood is."
"The person who remembers who you are, and who you should be loyal to in the future."
Murong Lian was so despicable and perverted, Mo Xi really disgusted him for a long time.
However, what Mo Xi couldn't understand was why Murong Lian had already been so cruel, yet Gu Mang still followed him so determinedly. After following him for 20 years, he didn't have the slightest remorse.
Gu Mang is not a masochist. Gu Mang is very smart, not afraid of the sky or earth, and has his own opinions, so this kind of stupid loyalty makes Mo Xi feel incredible. He couldn't guess what Gu Mang was thinking, and he didn't know what happened between Murong Lian and Gu Mang, which was still a mystery to this day.
At this time, when Li Wei mentioned the old account between the two of them again, Mo Xi couldn't help thinking in his heart that this reminder would be unnecessary. Wang Shujun had already been extremely bad before, how could it continue
But he didn't expect it, when he actually saw that person, it was unexpected—
At the end of this day, several young masters suggested that they want to go to a newly built pot-throwing hall in Dongshi to relax, and the new female cultivator from the Military and Political Department also joined in to join in the fun.
"Xi Hejun, how about going with us today?"
"… Feel sorry."
"Rejecting people again." The female cultivator pouted and whispered, "I know you have Princess Mengze, but are you really so stupid that you don't give anyone a chance at all?"
Before Mo Xi could speak, Yue Chenqing emerged from behind the female cultivator.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing, Xihejun?"
He shouted, patted the female monk on the shoulder, and said, "Let's play together, drink tea, throw pots, etc., what's wrong?"
Others laughed too.
"Yes, let's come together."
"Tossing a pot is fun."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded outside. Like a ghost, it is dumb, erratic, and does not take the slightest heat, and the only emotion it carries is ridicule.
"Stupid throwing a pot, demented love."
Following this voice, the sound of rustling footsteps came from the gate of the dimly lit temple.
Mo Xi turned his head and saw a man with a Luo umbrella walking up the stairs. His figure was cold and cold, like a lonely ghost wandering in the snowy night. The man took the umbrella sideways, shook off the snow on the umbrella, raised his eyes, swept over the people in the hall, and gave a sarcastic smile.
"Everyone, where are you all?"
The juniors in the Military and Political Palace were startled and saluted: "Wang Shujun."
"The younger generation has seen Wangshu Shenjun."
Murong Lian.
This man who has been absent for ten thousand years has actually come.
After many years, Gu Mang's old master stood in front of Mo Xi again, still as feminine as before. His three-white eyes were long and narrow, his features were charming but ruthless, soft and cool, and his face was thinner and more slender than Mo Xi remembered. And the arrogant and domineering arrogance in his expression is also a bit more blazing than in the past.
Murong Lian's snake-like gaze swept across Mo Xi's face, as if he had just discovered him in the crowd, licking his lips and showing a smile: "Yo, Xihe-Jun is also here, I'm rude, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Yue Chenqing is a stunned young man who can talk to anyone, and greeted him with a smile: "Brother Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Murong Lian looked at him like a fart and didn't even roll his eyes.
Yue Chenqing: "..."
Murong Lian waited for a while, but she didn't see Mo Xi's reply, so she smiled coldly: "Xi and Jun, you and I have been inseparable for many years. Why do you seem unhappy when you see me? You are rejecting people. The temperament from thousands of miles away has really not changed at all."
Mo Xi stared at him indifferently: "Wangshu-Jun has changed. Presumably the emperor's capital is annoying and disturbing, so Wangshu-Jun has been relieved a lot."
Murong Lian smiled and said, "Yes, after all, I am an internal minister, no more than your relatives. I want to share the worries of your lord."
Mo Xi said coldly, "It's touching."
Xi and Jun looked up at Shu Jun, just like thunder and lightning rubbing knives and stones, the atmosphere was instantly tense, and among the people in the hall, only Yue Chenqing, a good-tempered and rough-hearted, was willing to speak. He looked left and right. , and persevered: "Wang Shu-jun, it's so late, why did you think of coming to the palace today?"
"... Passing by." Murong Lian finally took care of him this time, "I happen to have nothing to do, so I would like to invite you all to visit the Shu residence."
After that, his eyes moved, with some coolness: "Drink some wine or something."
Everyone didn't dare to flick his proposal, not to mention that there were many people present who wanted to curry favor with Murong Lian, and immediately said, "So that's how it is!"
"Since you are looking forward to Shu Jun's invitation, of course it is disrespectful."
Murong Lian glanced at Mo Xi's face: "Xihe-Jun, are you coming?"
Mo Xi glanced at Yue Chenqing, remembering that he was still young, close to Zhu Chi, and inky black, so it is best to avoid contact with Murong Lian.
So he said, "Yue Chenqing and I have something to do, so I won't go today."
"Wow, isn't it, what else can happen at such a late hour!" Yue Chenqing's eyes widened, "I don't want to talk to you about military affairs! I'm going to Wang Shu Jun's mansion for a drink..."
As he said that, he hurriedly ran behind Murong Lian, as if he would not read the military and political records after being beaten to death.
He had already made such a statement, and Mo Xi couldn't persuade him, so he could only frown slightly.
Murong Lian turned around and put her hands behind her, looking at the snow drifting outside the temple gate. He suddenly said, "Speaking of which, Xihe-Jun. You and Gu Mang have not seen each other for a long time."
"… "
"I know you hate him. Before Gu Mang's betrayal, you did your best to protect him, saying that he would never betray Chonghua." Su'er smiled again, "Later, you went to the battlefield to meet him in person and wanted to beg from him. A word of confirmation. He shot you seriously and nearly killed you."
Mo Xi said indifferently, "Why do you need to mention old things again?"
"Hehe, if I don't mention it, you don't want to? Xihe-Jun, although I'm not on good terms with you, both of us have been deceived by Gu Mang, betrayed by him, betrayed by him." Murong Lian said slowly, "So although I don't want to admit it, the person in the world who knows my resentment and disappointment is probably you."
At this point, Murong Lian turned over half of her sickly pale face, with an unpredictable light and shadow in her eyes.
"He was my slave back then, and now he is in the Luomei Garden that I am in charge of." He turned his head sideways, his eyes light and fluttering, "How is it. Would you like to go and see it together?"
Yue Chenqing stuck out her head innocently beside her: "Hey, go to Luomei Garden? Wang Shu-jun, you are joking. We still have girls in the Military and Political Department, so it's not very convenient to go to Luomei Garden."
Several female nuns waved their hands hurriedly when they heard the words: "I won't go, we won't go, I hope Shu Jun has a good time."
Yue Chenqing scratched her head: "Then even if the sisters don't go, Xi and Jun hate Hualou the most, how could he be willing to enter that kind of place."
"Oh. That's right." Murong Lian sneered, "Mo Shuai is Chonghua's number one leader. He has always been upright and upright. what."
Mo Xi: "..."
"Then why don't we do this." Murong Lian paused for a moment, turned his neck, moved his meridians, and continued, "Anyway, Bieyuan is not far from my mansion, so I will order someone to bring Gu Mang over, today. Let him help us at the mansion at night, and it can be regarded as me giving you Mo Shuai... "
The lips and teeth are wet, and the words are sinister: "Follow the wind, wash the dust."
The author has something to say: Mei Hanxue: Before others said that I was the Duck King, I felt nothing wrong, but when I saw Brother Murong today, I realized that I was really in this position, and the title of Duck King should be given to Brother Murong. ,Deserved.
Murong Lian: ... Big brother, you are on the wrong track.