My cute little junior sister is too curly

Chapter 42
Facing the coercion of the False God, Mo Jinghong remained calm.

Mo Jinghong has a handsome appearance and an indifferent expression, which adds to his coldness, "Go to Baili Yuanmo and tell him that I will make up for his loss and let the people on the third floor go!"

The faces of the two False Gods were embarrassed. They actually felt awed by such Mo Jinghong!

One False God wanted to suppress Mo Jinghong, but was stopped by the other.

Mo Jinghong is that student's apprentice, they can't hurt Mo Jinghong, otherwise it will be bad for Shumo Pavilion if they become enemies with that one!
A False God, with a good attitude, "Young Master, don't embarrass us, we dare not stop what the Pavilion Master is doing."

The Void God, who can speak, quietly opened up the power of the domain, trying to control Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong's cold and aloof eyes were piercing, like a ten thousand-year-old snow lotus, exuding innate dignity all over his body.

Mo Jinghong raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, a red light flashed under his feet.

moment--

False God Realm, break!

False God's pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of disbelief, "How is this possible! You are just a transformation god, how can you do it!?"

"Notify Baili Yuanmo immediately to stop all actions!" Mo Jinghong's black eyes hid unparalleled dignity, and his tone carried an aura that could not be resisted.

"Yes." Void God's straight waist finally bent down.

False gods are indeed more arrogant than other monks, but they always respect the strong.

Especially, the kind of young and strong.

To become a deity at a young age, the hard work and hard work involved are beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

A False God left, but Mo Jinghong did not follow.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep, he didn't stop Bailiyuanmo himself, he wanted to save face for Bailiyuanmo.

A door apart.

Su Yanran's face was pale. From the moment she saw Mo Jinghong, Su Yanran felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart.

Two years ago, this boy, dressed in white and unparalleled in dignity, made her feel mortal threat.

Two years later, the young man is like the son of Moshang. He is dressed in black clothes and exudes a cold aura all over his body.

At this moment, jealousy grew wildly in Su Yanran's heart.

Why is such a stunningly talented and beautiful person Feng Qingran's senior brother?
How could Feng Qingran, a person of humble background, have such a good life?

Su Yanran was filled with regret, why didn't she drag Feng Qingran into the Heavenly Sword Sect at the sect meeting?
Correct!
And that jade bracelet, if she gets the jade bracelet space...

She doesn't have to commit murder for a Sumeru Ring...

Sudden--

Su Yanran felt dizzy for a while, and a tearing pain came from her spiritual consciousness.

puff! ——

Ok! ——

Su Yanran spat out a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, her face was pale, her whole body was weak, and she fell to the ground.

Su Yanran immediately thought of something, crawled to the door, and wanted to open it.

But the moment it touched the door, it was bounced away.

boom! ——

Su Yanran slammed into the wall and fell heavily to the ground, her beautiful eyes flashed sinister, "Bailiyuan is so dishonest!"

When she was dealing with Bailiyuan silently.

Bailiyuan silently promised her that she would take the magic pill after she terminated the contract!
But at this moment, the contract on her spiritual consciousness has been torn apart. Breaking the contract in this way will cause great damage to her spiritual consciousness.

It is possible that it will not be repaired in a lifetime!
What does it mean that the consciousness is damaged?
Su Yanran knew very well that she suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have dealt with Bailiyuan silently by herself.

Su Yanran shouted loudly: "Let me out quickly, let me out..."

The Void God outside the door naturally heard Su Yanran's words, but he didn't care about Su Yanran's life or death.

Mo Jinghong's inky eyes swept across Void God, "She is the disciple of the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It is not worthwhile for you to die in the pavilion."

Void God was a little surprised, Su Yanran was actually a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?
But how could a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect come to trade with the pavilion master alone?
Xu Shen opened the door and let Mo Jinghong go in with him, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to explain clearly when he went in alone.

"My lord, help me!" Su Yanran recognized Void God as Baili Yuanmo's person, and she chose to ask Mo Jinghong for help.

At least Mo Jinghong won't kill her for the time being.

The man in black didn't approach Su Yanran, he shook his hand directly, and shot a pill into Su Yanran's mouth.

The pill melted in the mouth, and Su Yanran had no chance to spit it out.

Su Yanran looked at the man in black in horror, "What did you give me?"

"Life-saving elixir." The man in black showed sympathy in his eyes, he had a heavenly ice spirit root, and his talent was outstanding.

It's a pity that half of the spiritual consciousness is damaged, and the future road is not long.

Before the Nascent Soul, the damage to the consciousness didn't have much effect, but after that...

Su Yanran endured the great pain, and looked at Mo Jinghong, "My lord, I want to make a deal with you!"

She didn't believe that Mo Jinghong could refuse the temptation of the divine pill!
Mo Jinghong remained silent, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was cold, "When dealing with the strong, you must abide by the rules of the strong, and the weak are not qualified to resist."

"You!—" Su Yanran naturally understood what he meant, but Su Yanran was unwilling to give up, "Don't you want to become stronger? Don't you want to be a casual cultivator for the rest of your life?"

The man in black shook his head, he thought he was a smart one, but he was stupid if he didn't.

"I can become stronger by myself, even if I spend my whole life as a casual cultivator, it's still better than seizing someone's chance." Mo Jinghong looked down on Su Yanran.

Mo Jinghong's crimson lips curled slightly, and ridicule flashed past.

They are the pawns arranged by the Heavenly Emperor to help Su Yanran overcome the catastrophe and ascend.

But Su Yanran, isn't she the Heavenly Emperor's pawn?

Su Yanran lay on the ground, staring blankly at the face that turned all sentient beings upside down, unable to recover for a long time.

At this moment, it seems that the world has lost its color, only this glimpse will remain in my heart for a long time.

There were red threads in Su Yanran's eyes, and there was a dark light that was almost crazy.

False God at the side, with sharp eyes, looked between Su Yanran and Mo Jinghong, remembering Bailiyuan's explanation when he left silently, he pinched his fingertips.

Su Yanran wanted to speak, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

"My lord, the pavilion master will be here later, I'll take this young lady down first." Xu Shen cupped his hands at Mo Jinghong, and grabbed Su Yanran's collar.

Mo Jinghong glanced at Su Yanran with indifference, allowing her to be dragged away.

The two disappeared within a moment.

boom! ——

A girl covered in blood was thrown in front of Mo Jinghong.

Immediately afterwards, a voice rang out, "My lord, what are you going to do to protect her?"

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An hour later.

Mo Jinghong returned to the room, looked at the two lots sent by the auction house, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

One is "Tiangang Nine Swords", and the other is the box he sent for auction.

"Senior Brother Seven, the price of the two pieces is exactly the same, I won." Feng Qingran smiled lightly, her fair skin exuding a luster like jade.

"I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat." Mo Jinghong's eyebrows were like ink strokes, his eyes were like stars, and his bottomless eyes were stained with a smile.

Feng Qingran smiled happily, just about to speak...

boom! ——

The side door was knocked open, and Ye Wentian rushed in.

Ye Wentian stared at the box on the table, his eyes widened, "Jinghong, you actually spent 20 billion top-grade spirit stones for me, I'm so touched!"

"But Jinghong, I only want "Nine Swords of Heavenly Gang", Ruomucha, you can keep it yourself." After Ye Wentian finished speaking, he reached out for something.

Mo Jinghong raised his wrist, took a step faster than Ye Wentian, and put the things into the space.

Ye Wentian:? ? ?

Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold, "Master, the things are not prepared for you."

"Then show me, the head office?" Ye Wentian was not angry at all.

Mo Jinghong shook his head, stood up, "Master, it's time to go back to Lingyun Sect."

Ye Wentian's face was full of embarrassment. Sure enough, he was acting affectionate, thinking that Mo Jinghong had enlightened and knew how to respect his master!
"I won't go back!" Ye Wentian said with a little anger.

Mo Jinghong turned sideways and walked past Ye Wentian, a teleportation talisman was attached to Ye Wentian's shoulder.

Before Ye Wentian could react, the teleportation talisman was activated, and Ye Wentian was forced to return to Lingyun School.

Mo Jinghong shifted his gaze to Feng Qingran, who had a dazed expression, "Junior Junior Sister, don't tell Master that you have a lot of spirit stones, otherwise no matter how many you have, it won't be enough for him to make."

Feng Qingran's eyes turned, and she asked the doubt in her heart, "Senior Brother Seven, why do I feel that you are more like Master than Master?"

"Lingyun Sect was not a sect at first, but later we were bored, so we founded Lingyun Sect together. He lost the bet and had no choice but to become the suzerain." Mo Jinghong's voice was low.

Feng Qingran:! ! !
Feng Qingran's apricot eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "But... the senior brother said that he has only been in the sect for 60 years, and the seventh senior brother, you are only 25 years old. How could you establish the sect together with the master?"

Liu Canglan also told her that all the disciples of Lingyunzong were picked up by Ye Wentian on the road.

Mo Jinghong's deep black eyes flickered slightly, as if hiding a vast world, which was difficult to penetrate.

"Some things, my junior sister will know in the future." Mo Jinghong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

"Can't I know now?" Feng Qingran was very depressed.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Feng Qingran was defeated, she said helplessly: "Okay, I can't know the other things, so I can always know the age of the senior brother?"

"25." Mo Jinghong handed Feng Qingran a teleportation talisman.

Feng Qingran's face was full of disbelief, and she said loudly: "Senior Brother Seven, Master is over 1000 years old, how could you be 25!?"

"I won't lie to you." Mo Jinghong was calm and composed, his starry eyes were bright, and the light and shadow flowed, as if hiding the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

Feng Qingran blinked her big eyes and believed Mo Jinghong's words.

Feng Qingran took the teleportation talisman and asked again: "When was the Lingyun Sect founded?"

This time, Mo Jinghong didn't speak, but raised his hand and flicked his sleeves.

A white light flashed before Feng Qingran's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she was already on the tenth peak.

Feng Qingran had a sullen look on her face. She wanted to sneak to Qinghe Tower, but she had to give up.

"Luan Jin took me to Yuehua Peak, I will perfect everything today, and tomorrow, I will give Seventh Senior Brother a big gift!" Feng Qingran's glazed eyes flashed brightly.

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At the same time, the four major sects gathered together.

Xiao Hongyu looked serious, "Sect Master Xiao, do you know who is the person in Room 99?"

Xiao Qingfeng's beard trembled, and a coldness flashed in his eyes. When he thought of the person next door, he gritted his teeth with hatred, "I went to check later, and that stinky girl was very cunning, and she didn't leave any clues."

"Hahaha... dare to offend Huoyunzong, that girl is really brave!" Rong Zhuofan smiled smugly on his bearded face.

The Beast Sect and the Fire Cloud Sect have always been ambivalent, and now seeing Xiao Qingfeng deflated, Rong Zhuofan was very happy.

"Rong Zhuofan! What do you mean? You won't be with her, are you?" Xiao Qingfeng stood up, the pressure around him dissipated, and he glared at Rong Zhuofan angrily.

(End of this chapter)