Lonely tree in the north

Nangong Mansion is not as big as Wen Mansion, but in terms of architecture and decoration, it shows the aristocratic style.

After all, it is the head of the four sects of the noble family, whether it is the atmosphere in the mansion or the overall feeling, it all shows the status of the Nangong family.

"Master Gu'an!"

A loud cry came from behind the dazed Mo Xun, and then, a person rushed forward from behind him.

Yi Fengyue clasped Mo Xun's neck with both hands, and pressed it with his body with a smile on his face. If it wasn't for his height, he would probably jump on Mo Xun.

A person who hadn't woken up was hit by this blow, and Mo Xun and Yi Fengyue fell forward violently.

Suddenly a pair of arms appeared in front of him to support him in his arms, so he was saved from falling down on the ground.

Yi Fengyue, who was on her body, saw that the joke was a little too big, she hurriedly stood up obediently, and didn't dare to set Mo Xun upright.

The mouth is curled up, the eyes are drooping pitifully, and the hands are rubbed in front of him in aggrieved way.

"Gu'an?"

When the person who was about to fall asleep heard the sound, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes touched a gentle face in front of him with a slight smile on it, which gave him a warm feeling.

But at this moment, another image flashed in his mind. Mo Xun's lifeless face was instantly blushed, and he hurriedly stood up, not daring to look at him again, so he said hesitatingly: "Thank you, Mr. Shen, let's go quickly, otherwise Nangong Zun will wait."

After all, he didn't care about Shen Siyu's expression or what he wanted to say at the moment, turned his face slightly, grabbed Yi Fengyue's arm fiercely and pinched it, and then rudely dragged him to the front one to go.

"Hiss, it hurts, Master Gu'an!"

"To shut up!"

Shen Siyu who stayed in the same place slowly came back to his senses, he turned around and looked at the figure who had gone away, and suddenly felt stuffy and uncomfortable in his heart.

His expression was very flat, and in the end he just raised his thin lips and forced a smile.

"He is just a careless guy. I advise you to give up your thoughts as soon as possible."

Si Ye didn't know when he stood behind him, leaning his back on a pillar beside him, crossing his hands and saying something coldly.

Shen Siyu turned around and asked with a chuckle, "What about you?"

"Me? Huh..." Si Ye snorted coldly, and when he stood up straight and passed him, he said indifferently: "He is the same person as me, so he will go with me that night."

His face darkened, he pursed his lips and suddenly said to Si Ye's figure: "If I can't do it myself, why bother to persuade others, I only wish him well, nothing else!"

Si Ye didn't reply, but just quickened his pace.

When everyone arrived at the front hall, sure enough, Nan Gongting was already sitting in the front hall and waiting.

Mo Xun was the first to go in, Nan Gongting didn't look up, but when he passed Nan Gongze aside, he suddenly rolled his eyes.

Mo Xun lowered his head respectfully: "Jiumeng returns to Shan Yuankong as a disciple of Dazong, Xushan Gu'an modestly meets Lord Nangong."

"Shen Siyu of Jinling Phantom Palace, I respectfully meet Lord Nangong."

Shen Siyu followed up, bowing his head and saying respectfully.

The man in the seat took a sip of the tea in front of him, and then slowly put it down, a mature and solemn middle-aged uncle face appeared in front of them: his eyebrows, cheekbones, chin, the entire face was well-defined.They are very similar to Nangong Ze, if they are a few years younger, they probably won't recognize each other.

His eyes were so black that they shone brightly, and he raised his sharp eyes and only glanced once, and after only one glance, he stopped looking up at Mo Xun and Shen Siyu.

Mo Xun felt a chill running down his back, and the aura exuded by Lord Nangong was indeed different, indeed he was the top of the four sects.

"Are you that Gu'an who came out of Xushan?"

Immediately, Nan Gongting picked up the teacup again. He didn't drink it, but just played with the lid of the tea, but the heavy and cool voice came, as if he wanted to wring Mo Xun's neck off at any time.

"Yes."

He nodded slightly, and continued: "Shen Siyu, Shen Ting's fifth son, the current Young Palace Master?"

"It's down."

"Well, sit down." He put the teacup back, and the voice that touched the table was similar to his tone, as if he didn't welcome visitors.

He said to let him sit down, but Mo Xun and Shen Siyu looked at each other, but they didn't dare to sit down.

It's just that Mo Xun is depressed now, shouldn't Nan Gongting be very hospitable?Why is it so... scary!

Just like his son, with a straight face, Mo Xun and Shen Siyu were at a loss. They felt that the mouse saw the cat and stood there without daring to move.

Because of their identities, the two people couldn't enter the front hall. Because of curiosity, Yi Fengyue sneaked a peek at the door, but Nan Gongting suddenly found out, and she hurriedly stood beside Si Ye obediently in fright. Moved.

"That Nangong court is so scary, Mo Xun is so small, will he be eaten by him?"

Si Ye took the initiative to take a step away from him, not wanting to stand with such a mentally ill person.

After all, he is the head of the four sects.