The female supporting task of the goddess of fast wear

Chapter 242 Female Supporting Alchemy Genius 16
Facing Mo Xichen's approaching face, Mu Qianjiu handed his mask to his hand.

He sighed to Mo Xichen and said, "Help me hold it!"

Hearing Mu Qianjiu's helpless words, Mo Xichen grinned for the first time, making Mu Qianjiu feel that this is a goblin. Although Mo Xichen is a man, he does have the capital.

In order not to be disturbed by someone, Mu Qianjiu directly put the mask on Mo Xichen's face.

She turned her head, tiptoed slightly, and put the bracelet on the back of Mo Xichen's head.

Sticking very close, he tied the hair rope into a perfect knot for Mo Xichen, and then retreated.

Looking at Mo Xichen who was wearing a mask in front of him, Mu Qianjiu saw the gods. This gave Mo Xichen an extra layer of mystery to the mask, and he didn't look like an ordinary person!

Seeing Mu Qianjiu in a trance, Mo Xichen let out a low magnetic chuckle from his nostrils, and said to Mu Qianjiu, "But you were confused by me?"

Hearing his words, Mu Qianjiu didn't deny it, but smiled lightly like him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said: "This mask really makes your face look better when you put it on."

Mo Xichen caught the flash of pride in his eyes, nodded and straightened his waist.

Holding the mask, he smoothed the red ribbon with his slender, strong fingers.

He got closer to Mu Qianjiu, put the mask on her face for her, took a step back and looked at Mu Qianjiu and whispered: "This mask is more beautiful because of you."

After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the people around him returned to normal. When a few fairy boys who were careful not to turn their heads turned around, they turned their heads.

There was no one behind them, so they panicked and rushed into the crowd, looking for the two masked people in panic.

Mo Xichen dragged Mu Qianjiu all the way through the crowd, like an ordinary young man in the market, looking extraordinarily relaxed.

And Mu Qianjiu didn't care about anything else, she just had to follow Mo Xichen, anyway, where he was, she didn't need to worry at all.

When they strung together to the riverside in the square, there were many people around, and it seemed very lively.

Following Mo Xichen, Mu Qianjiu came to the front of the crowd and saw that the entire lake was very lively.

There is also a platform not far away, on which someone is constantly yelling, singing and reading the names of certain people.

"Thanks to the Zhang family, Mr. Zhang Zhiyuan sent twenty live ducks, let them go."

With an order, more than a dozen people threw the live ducks with tied wings into the river.

Immediately, hundreds of good swimmers in the river surrounded the ducks flopping about in the water.

Whoever catches it belongs to him, so whether it is on the shore or in the water, as long as someone catches a duck, there will be a burst of cheerful and lively cheers.

This scene seemed to infect Mu Qianjiu, causing her eyebrows to feel a little warmth unconsciously.

Mo Xichen, who had been standing beside Mu Qianjiu, saw Mu Qianjiu fascinated by the lake.

Holding Mu Qianjiu's hand, he said to Mu Qianjiu, "Let's go, let's send a few too, and have fun."

Hearing what Mo Xichen said, Mu Qianjiu turned his head to look at Mo Xichen, and nodded in agreement.

Just when he was about to go, a very angry voice reached Mu Qianjiu and the others' eardrums.

"It's really a bad world. Two men dare to hold hands in the street. It's really immoral and indecent. How decent is it?"

Hearing the words behind them, both Mu Qianjiu and Mo Xichen turned their heads to look behind them at the same time.

One was dressed in brocade robes, and was meticulously arranged from beginning to end, not even a single strand of hair was messed up, just like an old-fashioned old man.

He was looking at Mu Qianjiu and Mo Xichen proudly with his chin raised, as if the two of them were unforgivable.

It made Mu Qianjiu think of Mo Xichen all of a sudden, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Mo Xichen.

Mo Xichen immediately understood what Mu Qianjiu was thinking, and glanced at the man with stern eyebrows, stiff face and beard turned into a goatee, and clasped his hands together to stare at them.

Still holding Mu Qianjiu's hand tightly, he said to Mu Qianjiu without hesitation: "Don't look at me, I'm not old-fashioned, I keep myself clean."

As soon as he said this, he looked at their old man coldly, his beard and eyebrows trembling with anger.

The rise and fall of his chest made Mu Qianjiu feel that he might die in the next second.

I wonder how he has lived like this until now, do people here like this kind of etiquette?

Seeing that Mo Xichen deliberately held Mu Qianjiu's hand tighter, and what Mo Xichen said just now was old-fashioned.

People who have never been treated like this scolded Mu Qianjiu and Mo Xichen: "Quickly let go, you should also be students who have attended school, how can you be so disregarding human relations and etiquette? How can a man be courteous in public."

Hearing these old-fashioned words, 001 really wanted to tell him that His Royal Highness is not a human being and does not need to follow these pedantic rules and regulations.

But Mo Xichen was different, he still firmly held Mu Qianjiu's hand.

Facing the rigid old man, he said lightly: "My holding her hand has nothing to do with your so-called impossibility and so-called secularism.

You can respect your secularism, but yours cannot.

But I can also have my own secular world, what does this have to do with you? "

Hearing Mo Xichen's words, the old man standing there finally reacted.

With an angry face, he flicked his sleeves, and said to Mo Xichen, "Son, you are sophistrying, you are so mad at me, it is unreasonable, I want the patriarch to punish you."

Hearing his words, Mo Xichen glanced at the interested Mu Qianjiu, as if saying to Mu Qianjiu, "This is your fault!"

But Mu Qianjiu didn't buy it, and said to Mo Xichen, "I think you're right, he's a liar, we're not his clan, and their patriarch won't punish us."

Mu Qianjiu's smiling words, like a naughty child, filled Mo Xichen's eyes with a smile.

Said to Mu Qianjiu: "Don't worry, I will never let go of your hand because of secular words or any obstruction."

Hearing Mu Qianjiu and Mo Xichen's words, the rigid old man was about to burst into flames. He had never seen such a brazen and filthy flirting in public.

Pointing to Mo Xichen and Mu Qianjiu, he said, "You two bastards, since you didn't belong to my clan to come here to do something, and you did such an immoral thing, you should get out of this place immediately."

After listening to those few words repeated over and over for a long time, Mu Qianjiu, feeling bored, raised his eyes slightly.

Glancing at the upright old man, he inexplicably felt that he was suitable to be a monk at home, and the rules and regulations of the temple were suitable for him to become a Buddha.

Just when the old man finished speaking, a fairy boy carrying a lot of things finally found Mu Qianjiu and Mo Xichen who were surrounded by the crowd.

(End of this chapter)