 Chapter 122 The Husky and His White… 

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"Come, Brother Mo, let me introduce

you. This is one of my Junior Sisters,
Song Qiutong."

In the end, he braced himself and sat

down, allowing Nangong Si to excitedly
introduce her. Song Qiutong, Song
Qiutong. He even knew where the mole
was on her back and where the
birthmark was on her leg, so there was
no need for Nangong Si to say more.

However, his face was still tense, and he

restrained himself by nodding. "Miss
Song."

"This is Grandmaster Chu's direct

disciple, Mo Weiyu, the pinnacle of life
and death. You should have seen him
before in Colorful Butterfly Town, but
there were too many people at that time,
so you probably don't remember clearly.
"

Song Qiutong smiled gently, stood up,

and curtsied. "My daughter, Qiutong,
greets Immortal Monarch Mo."

"… …"

Mo Ran did not stand up, and his deep

eyes looked at her for a long time, then
he said, "You're too polite."

Mo Ran was actually disgusted by this

first wife of his previous life. This disgust
was not just after reincarnation, but had
been deeply ingrained in his bones in his
previous life, and could not be erased.

The previous few times they met, he did

not directly meet her face to face, so
although he felt disgusted, it was not as
unpleasant as today.

She was a gentle and weak woman, and

always spoke softly when doing things.
She was like a green fruit that grew on a
tree in early autumn, hidden behind the
lush leaves. Her smell was not as
fragrant as flowers, and her color was
not threatening, but she was very
lovable. Her slender and full body was
filled with endless youth and gentleness,
as if one could taste the sweet and sour
taste of the juice with just a light bite.

Only when one nibbled deep would one

discover a rotten and smelly worm lying
inside, dead in the core of the fruit. The
worm's body was oozing pus, and it was
covered in mold.

Indeed, compared to him, Song Qiutong

did not seem to have done anything
heinous in her previous life. It was
nothing more than betraying the
Confucian Wind Sect that saved her life.
When Mo Ran massacred everyone in
the city, they sacrificed Ye Wangxi to
protect themselves. It was nothing more
than the fact that when Linyi was filled
with a mountain of corpses and a sea of
blood, she was overjoyed because she
was rewarded by Mo Ran. She wore gold
and silver, dressed herself gorgeously,
and carefully served her new master.

After the massacre was over, to express

her sincerity, she wept in front of Ye
Wangxi's corpse, which would never
speak again. She said that Ye Wangxi
treated her badly and never gave her a
good day. If Mo Ran had not come, she
was afraid that she would have to be his
slave for the rest of her life.

What else?

Mo Ran thought silently.

What else?

Nangong Si was an impatient person.

There were a few dishes that were not
served yet, so he rushed the dishes.
Thus, only the husband and wife from
her previous life were left in the room.

"Young Master Mo, let me toast you."

She gracefully poured him a cup of wine.
Half of her forearm poked out of the
sleeves, and there was a bit of bright red
cinnabar on her wrist.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran raised his hand

and grabbed her wrist.

She softly cried out and raised her eyes

to look at him in panic. Her gaze was
tender like a spring onion. "Young Master
Mo, you are …"

Mo Ran stared at her face for a while.

Then, his gaze fell and stopped on her
slender hand.

"You really have a good pair of hands."

After a long time, he softly said with a
grave expression, "Miss Song, do you
know how to play Go?"

"A, a little."

"Such a good pair of hands, you should

be able to play a good game of Go," he
coldly said. From outside came the
sound of Nangong Si's footsteps and his
domesticated wolf dog barking at the
door.

"Excuse me." Mo Ran let go of Song

Qiutong's slender wrist. Then, he took a
handkerchief and carefully wiped his
fingers.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly.

Here, the Spring Night Pavilion was
having a banquet.

Mo Ran's expression was as usual, as if

nothing had happened. Although Song
Qiutong was despised for no reason, she
had always been able to endure. During
the banquet, she even stood up and
poured Mo Ran a cup of wine.

He did not drink the wine she poured for

him, so he never touched the cup again.

Nangong Si said, "Brother Mo, the

Spiritual Mountain Conference is coming
soon. You are Grandmaster Chu's
disciple. You can't let him lose face. Are
you ready? "

"I'm not going."

"… You're not serious, are you?"

"I'm serious." Mo Ran smiled. "It's

enough for my cousin to go. All the sects
in the world are rushing to Spiritual
Mountain. I'm afraid of the bustle, so I
don't want to go. "

Nangong Si did not seem to believe him.

He narrowed his brown eyes, his
expression like a hawk.

But Mo Ran's eyes were open, looking at

him without reservation.

The hawk stared at the rock for a while

and found that the rock was really just a
rock. There was no hidden rabbit or
snake.

He leaned back in his chair, twirling his

chopsticks, and suddenly grinned.
"Interesting. Then I won't be able to see
you at the Spiritual Mountain
Conference?"

"You won't be able to see me."

Nangong Si put his hand to his forehead

and sneered. "Grandmaster Chu's
disciple is amazing. It's rare for him to
not participate in such a grand event."

"…"

Mo Ran thought to himself, this is really

hard to say. How can I explain it? Could
it be that he told Nangong Si that it
wasn't like that? He was an old ghost in
his thirties. If he let the Celestial Treading
Monarch play with a group of
inexperienced children and sat in a circle
on the stage, the group of Sect Masters
who were either killed or beaten by him
in his previous life still had to raise a
small sign for him and give him small
points.

… That's ridiculous.

He coughed and said, "It's not that I

don't want to participate. It's just that I'm
not good at orthodox techniques. If I go,
I'm afraid I'll embarrass my master.
Young Master Nangong is so good, you
have the ability to be conceited. Don't
mock me. "

If Xue Meng, an innocent and naive little

bird, heard these words, she would
probably be very happy, thinking that Mo
Ran had found the right feather.
However, Nangong Si was born in the
Confucian Wind Sect, which was a
complex and complicated place, and
had lost his mother since he was young.
His life was not that simple, so when he
heard Mo Ran's compliment, he just
smiled and did not become complacent.

He gulped down a few mouthfuls of

wine, his Adam's apple bobbing up and
down. Then he wiped his mouth with his
sleeve and said, "Since Young Master
Mo is not participating, a bystander can
see more clearly. Why don't you guess
who will be the champion of this
conference?"

"…" Mo Ran thought, you f * cking asked

the right person.

Who knew better than him who would be

the champion? Apart from that fake
North Star who was most likely reborn,
Mo Weiyu was the only one in the world
who knew the result of the Spiritual
Mountain Sword Conference all those
years ago.

The winner was …

"Nangong Si."

Suddenly, the beaded curtain of the

private room was pulled aside. A face
shrouded in shadows appeared in the
flickering light. Before the two men in the
room could react, Qiutong suddenly
stood up as if he had been pricked by a
needle. His face was full of pity and fear.
He lowered his head and said
apologetically, "Ye, Young Master Ye."

The newcomer was tall and straight,

wearing black clothes embroidered with
dark gold. He wore a gauntlet, and his
waist was extremely thin. His features
were three parts elegant and seven parts
handsome. Who else could it be but Ye
Wangxi?

"I didn't call you." Ye Wangxi didn't even

look at her. He pushed aside the beaded
curtain and walked into the room. His
gaze was fixed on the same person. He
seemed very cold, but there was a
different kind of light in his eyes.
"Nangong Si, I was calling you. If you
can hear me, raise your head. "

Nangong Si didn't raise his head.

Instead, he said to Qiutong, "Why are
you standing up? Sit down. "

"No, Young Master Nangong. My

seniority is low. I'll just stand."

Nangong Si suddenly became furious

and shouted, "Sit down!"

Song Qiutong shivered. He held the edge

of the table and hesitated.

Ye Wangxi didn't want to be in such a

deadlock. He said coldly, "Listen to him."

"Thank you, Young Master Ye …"

Ye Wangxi ignored Qiutong and said,

"Nangong Si, when are you going to
stop? The Sect Leader is going crazy.
Get up and come back with me. "

"That's for the best. I'll treat him as

crazy, and he'll treat me as dead! There's
nothing to talk about when we go back.
Before he retracts his order, I won't take
half a step back into the Confucian Wind
Sect. "Nangong Si paused after each
word," Young Master Ye, please go back.
"

"You –" Ye Wangxi clenched his fists. His

entire body was trembling. Mo Ran
watched from the side. He felt that at any
moment, he would flip the table and grab
Nangong Si and drag him away. But in
the end, Ye Wangxi was a gentleman. He
forcibly suppressed his monstrous anger.

"Nangong Si." He was silent for a

moment. Then, he opened his mouth. His
voice was hoarse, and he looked tired.
"Do you really want to go to this extent?"

"So what if I do?"

Ye Wangxi closed his eyes. He sighed

slightly, then slowly opened them. He
stood in front of the table. At this time,
he finally turned his head to look at Mo
Ran.

It was said that dirty linen should not be

aired in public. Naturally, he did not want
others to know about the matters of the
sect. Mo Ran tactfully stood up. He
bowed to Ye Wangxi and said, "I just
remembered that I still have an
appointment to go to the ready-made
clothing store tonight. If I'm late, I'll make
the shopkeeper wait for a long time. I'll
take my leave first."

Ye Wangxi nodded to him. "Many thanks,

Young Master Mo."

"No need to thank me. You two have a

good chat."

Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi. When

they brushed shoulders, he intentionally
or unintentionally glanced at him. When
he got closer, he discovered that
although Ye Wangxi was still as tall and
straight as a pine tree, and his
temperament was steady and deep, the
corners of his eyes were slightly red. It
seemed that before he came, he had just
cried.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi's

forbearance was somewhat similar to
Chu Wanning's.

In a moment, his blood boiled. He could

not help but turn to Nangong Si and say,
"Young Master Nangong, although I
don't know what dispute you have with
Young Master Ye, I feel that he treats you
very well. If you're willing, you should
have a good chat with him. Don't keep
things to yourself. "