Yu Wu

"Put it on yourself." Murong Lian waved his hand, "Do you still want me to invite you, 'Master Murong'?"

Mo Xi beside him was already furious: "Murong Lian, don't go too far, the slave lock ring needs to be approved by the emperor to—"

In the middle of the conversation, it was interrupted by Gu Mang.

"Such a precious congratulatory gift." Gu Mang said loudly, overwhelmed Mo Xi's voice, raised both hands, and took the tray, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward!"

Everyone was sympathetic, but Gu Mang unhurriedly untied the pitch-black neck ring, raised his dark eyes, and looked at Murong Lian who was sitting tall. There was no resentment in those beautiful eyes, but a very calm one.

Murong Lian said coldly, "Dai."

So Gu Mang stared at him and raised his hand.Without blinking an eye, he snapped on the lock ring with a "click".

"Hey." As if he had discovered something new and interesting, Gu Mang touched his neck with interest, "It's not too big or too small, just right."

Mo Xi opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief: "..."

And the waiters who had a good relationship with Gu Mang looked like they were about to cry.

But Gu Mang is like this, big things don't seem to be a thing to him here, and when the sky falls, he will probably pull it up as a quilt with a smile——

"Does it look good?"

Lu Zhanxing: "..."

Murong Lian rubbed the corners of his lips with thin pale fingers, and said eccentrically, "It's so pretty."

Gu Mang sincerely said, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."

"No thanks." Murong Lian's eyes were gray, and he was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, and with a blue light in his palm, Gu Mang suddenly fell to the ground.

The one named Lu Zhanxing in the waiter couldn't help but said, "Gu Mang!!"

The slave ring suddenly stretched out several pitch-black thunder belts, tightly binding Gu Mang's upper body including his arms, and the thunder stream pierced Gu Mang's body convulsively, curling up on the ground trembling uncontrollably.

Murong Lian seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, so he changed another curse seal, the light in his palm turned red, and the slave ring pierced thorns, entangled the honey-colored body, and the sharp thorns pierced into it, and blood flowed instantly ...

"Enough!" Mo Xi couldn't bear it any longer, gritted his teeth and said, "Murong Lian, why are you doing this!"

"What does it matter to Mr. Mo that I discipline my own slaves?" Murong Lian said leisurely, "It's just a lowly slave. It doesn't matter if you beat him to death. How can you bother Mr. Mo so much?"

"This is the Academy of Cultivation. You are breaking the rules by wearing slave rings on the disciples of the academy. Stop!"

Murong Lian turned her head and smiled at Mo Xi: "If you want me to stop, I will stop. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me? Mr. Mo, although you usually have your eyes high above the top, but today you ask me, and neither do I." So inhuman."

Paused: "However, you should give me something."

He laughed and changed several methods of punishment during the conversation, and the slave ring had already tortured Gu Mang until his blood flowed profusely.

Mo Xi stopped his sealed hands, staring at him with black eyes: "What benefits do you want?"

"It's nothing special." Murong Lian looked at Mo Xi choking his wrist, and said with a sneer, "It's just that my mother always complains that I'm lazy and inferior in skills."

Taohua Sanbai narrowed her eyes, and looked at Mo Xi faintly: "As long as you lose to me in the teacher competition on the New Year's Eve of the academy, I will buy you some face."

"..." Mo Xi turned to look at Gu Mang, but seeing Gu Mang was also looking at him, he bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly.

"I heard that this slave under my command helped you a lot when you were subduing demons."

"..."

"How about it, do you want to?"

Mo Xi said: "...Okay. I promise you."

Murong Lian waved his hand with a smile, and released the punishment spell of the slave ring. Gu Mang immediately fell into a pool of blood, his lips that were always curled up in laughter could no longer make any decent sounds.

And Murong Lian expressed appropriate satisfaction for this——

"It's okay."

The flame of the lock slave ring was extinguished.

Murong Lian mockingly said to Gu Mang: "Just lie down like this, and put on your clothes after the bleeding stops, so as not to have to wash them. I hope this gift can remind you to always remember who you are." Eyes like bee venom, "Remember how dirty blood is flowing on your body."

"The person who remembers who you are, who should be loyal to in the future."

Murong Lian was too despicable and perverted, Mo Xi really disgusted him for a long time.

However, what Mo Xi couldn't understand was why even though Murong Lian was already so cruel, Gu Mang would follow him so wholeheartedly for 20 years without any rebellion.

Gu Mang is not a masochist, Gu Mang is very smart, very fearless, and has his own opinions, so this kind of stupid loyalty makes Mo Xi feel incredible.He couldn't guess what Gu Mang was thinking, and he didn't know what happened between Murong Lian and Gu Mang. This is still a mystery.

At this time, Li Wei brought up the old score between the two of them again, and Mo Xi couldn't help but think in his heart, this reminder is unnecessary, Wang Shujun was already extremely bad, how can he continue to be so bad?

Unexpectedly, when he really saw that person, he was unexpectedly surprised——

At the end of the imperial court, several young masters suggested that they want to go to a newly completed pitching pot hall in Dongshi to relax, and the new female monks from the Military and Political Administration also joined in to join in the fun.

"Mr. Xihe, how about going with us today?"

"……Feel sorry."

"Rejecting people again." The female monk curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I know you have Princess Mengze, but you are really so stubborn that you don't give anyone a chance?"

Before Mo Xi could speak, Yue Chenqing appeared from behind the nun.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Xihe, what are you doing?"

He yelled, patted the female monk on the shoulder, and said to help, "Let's play together, drink tea, throw pots and so on, what's wrong?"

Others also laughed and persuaded.

"That's right, let's come together."

"Pitching pots is fun."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded outside.Like a ghost, dumb, erratic, without a trace of heat, the only emotion is sarcasm.

"Stupid throwing pots, demented love."

Following these words, there were rustling footsteps at the entrance of the dimly lit hall.

Mo Xi turned his head and saw a man holding an umbrella walking up the stairs. His figure was cold and gloomy, like a lonely ghost wandering in a snowy night.The man closed the umbrella sideways, shook off the snow on the umbrella, raised his eyes, glanced at the people in the hall, and flashed a sarcastic smile no matter how you looked at it.

"Everyone, are you there?"

The juniors in the Military and Political Palace were shocked and saluted one after another: "Mr. Wangshu."

"This junior has met God Wangshu."

Murong Lian.

This man who has been absent for thousands of years has actually come.

After many years, Gu Mang's old master stood in front of Mo Xi again, still as feminine as before.His three white eyes were narrow and long, his face was charming but cruel, soft and cool, his face was thinner and thinner than Mo Xi remembered.And the arrogant and domineering arrogance in his expression is also a little bit hotter than before.

Murong Lian's snake-like gaze swam across Mo Xi's face, as if he had just discovered him in the crowd, licked his lips, and smiled: "Yo, Mr. Xihe is here too. Excuse me, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Yue Chenqing is a stunned young man who can talk to anyone, and greeted him with a smile: "Brother Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Murong Lian looked at him like a fart, and didn't even roll his eyes.

Yue Chenqing: "..."

Murong Lian waited for a while, but Mo Xi did not answer, so he smiled coldly and said, "Mr. Xihe, you and I have not seen each other for many years. Why do you seem not happy at all when you see me? The temperament of thousands of miles away really hasn't changed at all."

Mo Xi stared at him indifferently: "Mr. Wangshu has changed. Presumably the worries and troubles in the imperial capital have reduced Wangshu's attention a lot."

Murong Lian smiled and said: "Yes, after all, I am a minister, no more than your relatives, I want to share your worries."

Mo Xi said coldly, "It's touching."

When Xihe Jun looked up at Shu Jun, it was like thunder and lightning colliding with each other, the atmosphere was tense instantly, and among the people in the hall, only Yue Chenqing, a good-tempered and rough-natured person, was willing to talk, he looked left and right , and perseveringly said: "Wang Shu Jun, it's getting so late, why would you want to visit the palace today?"

"...passing by." Murong Lian finally paid attention to him this time, "It happens that there is nothing left and right, so I would like to invite you all to Wangshu Mansion for a gathering."

After that, his eyes turned, with some coolness: "Drink some wine or something."

Everyone didn't dare to take his proposal lightly, let alone there were many people present who wanted to curry favor with Murong Lian, so they immediately said: "So that's how it is!"

"Since Mr. Wang Shu invites you, of course it is disrespectful."

Murong Lian glanced at Mo Xi's face: "Mr. Xihe, are you coming?"

Mo Xi glanced at Yue Chenqing, thinking that he was still young, close to Zhu Chi and close to Mo Hei, it would be best to have less contact with Murong Lian.

So he said: "Yue Chenqing and I have something to do, so we won't go today."

"Wow, isn't it, what can be done at this late hour!" Yue Chenqing's eyes widened, "I don't want to talk about military affairs with you! I'm going to Wang Shujun's mansion for a drink..."

As he said that, he hurriedly ran behind Murong Lian, looking like he would not continue to read the military and political memorials after killing him.

He had already expressed his position in this way, and Mo Xi couldn't force him to persuade him, so he frowned slightly.

Murong Lian turned around with his hands behind his back, looking at the snow floating outside the palace gate.Suddenly said: "Speaking of which, Mr. Xihe. You and Gu Mang have not seen each other for a long time."

"..."

"I know you hate him. Before Gu Mang rebelled, you were the one who protected him, saying that he would never betray Chonghua." Shu Er laughed again, "Later, you went to the battlefield to meet him in person and wanted to ask him for money. A word of proof. But he shot you and seriously injured you, almost killing you."

Mo Xi said coldly: "Why bring up old things again."

"Hehe, if I don't mention it, don't you think about it? Mr. Xihe, although I am at odds with you, we were both deceived by Gu Mang, let down by him, and betrayed by him." Murong Lian said slowly, "So although I don't want to admit it, the only person in the world who can know my resentment and disappointment is you."

At this point, Murong Lian turned half of his sickly pale face to one side, with an unpredictable light and shadow in his eyes.

"He was my domestic slave back then, and now he is also in Luomei Bieyuan under my management." He turned his head sideways, his eyes fluttering, "How is it? Do you want to go and have a look together?"

Yue Chenqing innocently poked her head out from the side: "Hey, go to Luomei Bieyuan? Wang Shu Jun, you are joking. There are girls in our Military Administration, so it's not convenient to go to Luomei Bieyuan."

Several female cultivators hurriedly waved their hands when they heard the words: "No, we won't go, I hope Mr. Shu will have fun."

Yue Chenqing scratched her head: "Then even if the sisters don't go, Mr. Xihe hates Hualou the most. How could he be willing to enter that kind of place?"

"Oh. That's right." Murong Lian sneered, "Mo Shuai is Chonghua's number one leader. He has always been upright, upright and stable. It is absolutely impossible for him to condescend and come in and out of such a dusty place that is not on the table. How dirty ah."

Mo Xi: "..."

"Then how about this." Murong Lian paused for a moment, turned his neck, moved his meridians, and continued, "Anyway, Bieyuan is not far from my residence, so I will order someone to bring Gu Mang here. Asking him to cheer us up at the house at night, it can be regarded as my giving to you, Mo Shuai..."

The lips and teeth are moist, and the words are sinister: "Catch the wind, wash away the dust."

The author has something to say: Mei Hanxue: People said I was the Duck King before, and I thought it was okay, but when I saw Brother Murong today, I realized that I really deserve this position. The title of soliciting duck king should be bestowed on Brother Murong ,Deserved.

Murong Lian: ...Brother, you went to the wrong place.