[Transmigration Book] The main character is always scaring me

"Stop."

An indifferent voice pierced the silence of the arena. After recognizing who it was, most of the people who started to fight stopped their movements. Bai Meng was also interrupted by that person, slightly distracted.

The man was wearing a pure black dark embroidered silk dress, with golden tattoos faintly visible on it, the inside was bright red lining, the neckline was slightly open, revealing the slender and stiff neck line, and the long gray hair was meticulously bound behind him, Against the background of black and red, it looks even more popular and handsome.

——It's a pity that there is no golden pupil, otherwise, my Dabai will definitely look better.

Bai Meng thought about it in a daze.

He lowered his long eyelashes like crow feathers to cover the emotions in those pitch-black pupils. His right hand was unconsciously touching the skin on the back of his left hand, and at this moment, it was slightly hot.

Behind the man, there were several old people following. Mo Jiuge glanced at them, and immediately recognized those old people as the elders of the Silver Dust Palace. His expression remained unchanged, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind...

...For Feng Shi?Or is there another conspiracy...

Mo Jiuge exchanged glances with Mo Leng and the others calmly, and then everyone signaled their understanding, and they all moved away and went to guard the surrounding entrances.

As Mo Hankui approached, several people on the stage also saw the old man behind him, as if they had found a backer. The three people who had besieged Bai Meng before looked at each other, and then continued to face him while Bai Meng was in a daze. Offensive, anyway, they are not from the Xingge Palace, why should they listen...

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Bai Meng, Bai Meng looked back, Mo Hankui just kicked him away, and one of them suffered a bone fracture on the spot, unable to stand up on the ground for a long time.

Bai Meng stood behind Mo Hankui with a slightly startled expression.

"Why don't you take good care of your injuries and come to the arena to make trouble." Mo Hankui asked without emotion, his whole body still turned his back to Bai Meng, and he didn't seem to care.

But Bai Meng just smiled and shook his head: "No way, I have ambitions."

She smiled indifferently on her face, but she still had some regrets in her heart... The cry before falling asleep was probably a dream...

"..."

Mo Hankui looked at him sideways, his gray pupils were complicated: "Why didn't I know you still have such things as ambition?"

"Oh, you never understand my ambition, just like you don't understand my mind..." Bai Meng shook his head regretfully.

"..." Mo Hankui: Heart? ? ?

"Even if I'm dead and nailed into a coffin, I still have to shout out in a decayed voice in the tomb: Bai Meng is the most handsome captain of Xingge Palace!"

"........."

The two chatted nonchalantly on the field. Although Mo Hankui, the lord of the Xingge Palace, had never been seen, let alone the people of the Xingge Palace, but since he was here to join the guard team At any rate, they also need to know what their future loyalist looks like, so when he stood in front of Bai Meng, most people's hearts still instantly reflected the identity of this person.

However, there are always some people who can't see themselves clearly, and they don't always make some preparations before picking things up...

Bai Meng looked coldly at the guys on the ground who came to attack again, but were kicked and rolled on the ground again, and sent out emotionless comfort, which stimulated the people on the ground: "It's so miserable, they are really It's too awful……"

"Do you know who I am!"

The injured man said viciously: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Bai Meng and rolled around on the spot a few times.

"........."

The old man who came with Mo Hankui before couldn't help but wanted to come to the stage, but a faint voice came from beside him: "What, collective, rebellion?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and found that the speaker was a young man with black hair and different pupils, and his pure white robe rolled over. His brows were clear and cold, like Handai from a distant mountain hidden in the smog in the early morning. It's a pity that there is no expression on his face, and his whole body exudes a cold aura that strangers should not get close to, which makes people retreat subconsciously.

"He is the elder Mo Zhiyan of the Xingge Palace. As the elders of the Yinchen Palace, you should consult with him no matter what the situation is." Mo Hankui's voice did not fluctuate at all, with an inhuman coldness.

Bai Meng glanced at the man beside him in surprise. He didn't expect that Mo Hankui would suddenly express his slap in the face so clearly, that is, as elders, no matter what you want to force, please contact me with the elders of Xingge Palace. Said, don't get entangled with me, because I am the master of the palace, and the group of old men you are sitting here are not worthy...

The faces of the elders instantly darkened.

"Pfft..."

After Bai Meng, who was standing beside Mo Hankui understood, looked at the black faces of those old men, he couldn't help laughing out, his voice was clear and clear, but it made the elders below even darker.