The ancestors ruined it after binding it to the Shenhao system.

Mo Junchao turned around and sat down by the window. He poured two cups of tea with graceful movements and said casually in a lazy tone: "That loser is from the Xueyue Empire, I am not."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Qingshu paused in looking through the things and raised her eyes to look at him.

This madman is not from the Xueyue Empire, how can he become a national master on his own?

You must know that the status of a national advisor is not low in such a huge empire.

One person is inferior and ten thousand people are superior.

Mo Junchao's eyes kept falling on her. She just raised her head and their eyes met. After a long time, he reached out and took off the mask on his face.

He looked like he wanted to confess.

Xu Qingshu stared at him with indifferent eyes until he took off the black mask, and her dark and deep purple eyes flashed with surprise.

Well, it's a bit familiar.

Xu Qingshu frowned and couldn't remember where she had seen his face before.

Mo Junchao naturally noticed the confusion in her eyes. Feng Qingyun calmly put the mask on the table without being anxious, picked up the spirit tea next to it and took a sip.

Not long after, Xu Qingshu seemed to suddenly remember something, her pupils narrowed slightly inadvertently, and she blurted out: "Are you the sick young man of the Mo family?"

The facial features are so similar.

It seemed familiar at first, but now that she had this suspicion, she felt more and more that the Imperial Master was the sick young man of the Mo family, Mo Junchao.

Speaking of the impression of Mo Junchao, he was not only the eldest son of the Mo family, one of the five great families, but also a sickly man who was born with a frail body. He was also a good friend of his nephew Xu Haonan.

In the past, the two little guys were always mischievous and loved to get into trouble. Because Mo Junchao had low cultivation talent and was not favored by the Mo family, she was the one who often stepped in to resolve troubles.

As time went by, she offended more and more people, and her reputation became bad.

It is always said that no one would dare to marry her even if she counterattacked and became a top genius.

My fiancé at the time, Zhou Yanyu, secretly went to teach those people a lesson.

Despite this, it still failed to stop those people's mouths, and the rumors still reached the ears of the two little guys.

Then Mo Junchao always shouted that he would become very powerful, and then Shili Hongzhuang would marry her and protect her from the wind and rain.

Xu Qingshu quickly retracted her thoughts, and her indifferent eyes fell on Mo Junchao.

Like, so similar!

As if knowing that Xu Qingshu had guessed it, Mo Junchao nodded calmly.

"Sister, I am Mo Junchao."

Although she had this suspicion in her mind, Xu Qingshu's mood became inexplicably complicated when she heard him admit it in person.

There used to be two little guys of five or six years old, one on the left and one on the right called her aunt, and she sincerely treated Mo Junchao as her nephew.

It was not until later that he changed his title to beautiful sister. Sensing that he had other thoughts about her, Xu Qingshu deliberately avoided her.

But he didn't expect that when Mo Junchao came of age, he left a letter and disappeared.

Her memory of him gradually became blurry.

Now that Xu Qingshu learned his true identity, she would be lying if she said she was not shocked.

Who would have thought that Mo Junchao was the one who secretly hurt her and Zhou Yanyu!

This culprit is so hidden!

Thinking of this, Xu Qingshu narrowed her eyes dangerously. If it weren't for Mo Junchao's secret tricks, she wouldn't have had to go through so much later.

The anger towards him deepened in my heart.

Mo Junchao stared at her, not missing the flash of coldness in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Sister, when I disappeared inexplicably, were you ever worried about me?"

"No." She said without hesitation.