Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 393 Poke a hole in the sky

The strange thing is that Xuanyuanchen didn't show a dark face this time when facing the person who disobeyed him and snatched the small bowl of ink.

The person staring at the roasted pigeon with a calm expression: "Xie Qianmo?"

"do not!"

Mo Qianxie waved his hand: "My lord has changed my surname to Mo."

Then he smiled flatteringly at Mo Xiaowan: "The younger sister's surname is Mo, and the older brother should also have the surname Mo, so that they are more like brothers and sisters."

Xuanyuanchen frowned: "A man from Snowflake Pier? Who is he?"

Mo Xiaowan felt that their conversation was too strange, like they had known each other for a long time, but also like strangers.

Also, Xuanyuanchen spoke as if he was playing Zen, and he didn't say who he was.

Is it strange that the stinky fox can understand?
But unexpectedly, Mo Qianxie smiled mysteriously: "No comment!"

Xuanyuanchen took a deep look at Mo Xiaowan, then turned to look at Mo Qianxie: "What do you want to exchange for his identity?"

"Ink bowl!"

"wishful thinking."

Xuanyuanchen snorted coldly: "Xiaowan is from the Eight Princes' Mansion."

What exactly are you talking about?
Are these two people arguing about her?

And the person they said has something to do with her?
Mo Xiaowan was about to ask, who is that person they are talking about?

As a result, a roar came from far and near in the forest: "Who stole the old man's pigeons and roasted them? Ah, ah, ah, the old man is going to kill him..."

Before Mo Xiaowan could react, Xuanyuanchen was already running with his arms around her waist, and the shadows of trees sweeping back were all around his ears.

But Mo Qianxie moved faster, abandoning the two pigeons, and jumped past them in one step. He took a few steps and disappeared into the woods.

Xuanyuanchen returned to the small courtyard where she lived with Mo Xiaowan in his arms.

"Little Wan, don't be bullied anymore."

Xuanyuanchen pushed her into the room: "If you have anything, you can ask Mo Qianxie for help. Alright, this king will take a step first."

As if being chased by a ghost, Xuanyuanchen disappeared without a trace.

"Who roasted the old man's pigeon? Which bastard..."

A roar passed through the woods in front of the small courtyard, and then the sound of shouting for skinning disappeared from near to far.

Mo Xiaowan was really curious, who raised the pigeon that Mo Qianxie caught?

Listen to this voice, so sturdy!

Also, Uncle Xuanyuan, who is lawless in his family, will slip away like a rabbit.

After the voice disappeared, Mo Qianxie climbed over the courtyard wall and entered Mo Xiaowan's room.

"Sister, be good, don't let the old man know that you have eaten roast pigeon meat."

Mo Xiaowan rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't I bake that pigeon?"

"Even if you don't roast the pigeon, it will suffer."

Mo Qianxie rubbed her hair, as if thinking of her.

The old man lost his temper when he heard him yelling.

Forget it, let's listen to Mo Qianxie!
Mo Xiaowan nodded and agreed.

I thought it was over, but I didn't expect that when I went to class the next morning, an angry old man, dressed in a gray and green robe, rushed into the classroom with two black balls in his hand.

He threw the black lump on the ground, and stared at the sky with resentment.

"Say, who is it? Dare to roast the old man's Xiaohui and Xiaobai?"

The old man looks quite good-looking, but he is too fierce!
His sharp eyes swept around: "You? You? Or you? It must be a freshman who has just been admitted to the hospital. He obediently stood up and admitted it. The old man reads because you don't know what's going on, so I will forgive you once."

Murong Yi, who was sitting in the back row of Mo Xiaowan, knew that Mo Xiaowan was a foodie.

Could it be that she roasted the dean's pigeon?

Murong Yi and Crown Prince Xuanyuan Xing looked at each other, tears streaming down their hearts.

The old man spoke better than he sang, and who knows, he holds grudges the most.

(End of this chapter)