Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Hei Yi was a little dazed, struggled a few times, and was suddenly pushed to the ground by Bai Yi, falling into a squatting position.

Bai Yi turned over, washed his hands and face, and went to bed.

Hei Yi: "..."

What else can I earn and play with?

Two days later, the owner of the counterfeit family sent someone to invite Mo Qingcheng to the meeting hall.

Mo Qingcheng didn't want to join in the fun at first, but when he heard about the Dabi of the Hermit Family, he thought about it, tidied up, and took Bai straight to the conference hall.

"Hey, the Patriarch, the Elder, and the clan boss are all here?" Mo Qingcheng stood at the door with a grass in his mouth, leaning against the door frame, and smiled.

The Sixth Elder looked indifferent, and raised his eyelids: "Girl Qingcheng, why are you still so unwilling to make progress?"

"Master Elder, are you old with dementia?" Mo Qingcheng sneered, "My cheap father didn't say anything, so the sixth elder has more power than father?"

The Sixth Elder was threatened by the little girl in public, his face was completely lost, he was so angry that he pulled off two beards, and almost smoked from his orifices.

Mo Qingcheng sighed softly, and scanned around. At this time, not only the fake Patriarch, but also all the elders were present in the hall. The third elder Mo Chuan, who is good at medical skills, finally returned.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Mo Chuan's mouth, the little girl is an interesting person...

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were accurate and fixed on the Sixth Elder.

The Sixth Elder, Mo Chuan's expression moved slightly, was he discovered by the little girl?

Hehe, what a prickly little wild cat, I wonder if the Patriarch can handle it?

There are more than a dozen young disciples in the hall, including Mo Qingwu and Mo Qingchen.

Mo Qingcheng's words shocked the world, not only did he not get the punishment he deserved, but instead, all the elders remembered his name...

damn it!

Mo Qingwu's eyes were full of anger, and she stared at Mo Qingcheng covetously, why didn't any accident happen?

Most of the rest of the disciples were curious. It was rumored that the real eldest lady of the Mohist family was making a fuss a few days ago and went back to the house arguing.

"Qingqing, sit down quickly." The owner of the counterfeit, Tiantian, looked at Mo Qingcheng with a pleasing expression.

Several elders and gods are here, no one is too lazy to say more, the head of the family will support the sky falling.

"Elders, there are still ten days left for the three-year family competition, and our Mo family can't come to the bottom again and again..."

"So? Daddy cheap?" Mo Qingcheng blinked, reached out to pick up the fruit on the plate, and ate it like no one else was there.

The owner of the counterfeit all day long: "..."

I can't live through this day, can I have a beating first?

No!

Absolutely not!

Thinking of this, Cheng Cheng, the owner of the counterfeit, sighed softly: "Qingqing, it's all because dad is sorry for you, just listen to this year's request..."

"Oh..." Mo Qingcheng lowered his eyes faintly, and continued to eat.

As for what the owner of the counterfeit said, it's all fart.

Some are happy and some are sad.

I don't know how many people are staring at the position of the Patriarch of the Mo family. If they make a mistake, they will miss the position of the Patriarch.

Several elders operated in secret, and the Mo family became more and more chaotic...

The head of the counterfeit family continued to talk about the rules of this year's competition. If you want to participate, you must be in the top five of the family, and you must have an alchemist...

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, it seemed that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Could it be...

The master of the counterfeit Mo family frowned slightly all day: "If you don't want to continue participating in the competition, you can leave now."

The field was full of economy, and no one made a sound. It was obvious that they were doing well on weekdays.

Emperor Tianfeng snorted coldly, and pointed at Mo Qingcheng arrogantly, "This old sister-in-law, don't you think about your own virtue?"

"Mom, have you eaten yet?"