The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Zhao Qingyang waved his hand, and Mo Yi and Butler Wang repeated what they had said.

These two statements are indeed contradictory!

In terms of strength, Mo Yi, who is at the Xiaoyao realm, cannot resist his soul-stealing technique.

Zhao Qingyang placed his big hands on the table and tapped it gently.

When a few people were about to say something else, they heard the gentle knocking sound, and their minds inexplicably calmed down, and a chill also appeared in their hearts.

No matter how much more I want to say, I can’t say it anymore.

Zhao Qingyang fell into deep thought.

What Shen Lang said is reasonable.

The most important thing is that whether it is the four Xiaoyao and one Shenyou going to kill Shen Lang, or Butler Wang being unable to beat Mo Yi, these are really unreasonable!

Plus the grassland man who died in prison...

If Steward Wang betrays, then behind him is the grassland? What kind of game is this?

I'm afraid killing Huaibei is just an appetizer...

Haha, you want to touch me, Zhao Qingyang?

Then come and give it a try!

"Lock up Butler Wang alone! You two, go back first." Zhao Qingyang said, "Mo Yi will receive a thousand spirit stones tomorrow. As for Shen Lang... Heh, you took advantage of Huaibei after all. I'll pay you the debt first and settle with you when your injury heals."

"You two are not allowed to leave the palace... No, you are not allowed to leave Area B!"

There is nothing wrong with Shen Lang seeking support from Huaibei without knowing that Butler Wang had set up a plan to kill Huaibei.

But, not knowing is not an excuse to make mistakes!

It is intolerable to bring Huaibei into danger.

No matter what, it was Shen Lang who brought Huaibei out of the palace.

Add to that the matter of getting involved in Dragon Riders... Shen Lang is already doomed to die!

Let him complete the task of passing on the skills first, and then let him do it.

"As for Xu Qian and Liu Zhuang, lock them up first!"

"My Lord, I am innocent..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Qingyang glared at him, and the housekeeper Wang couldn't speak.

Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

The seeds of doubt have been planted. If Steward Wang doesn't die, he will be skinned alive!

As for revenge on Xu Qian and Liu Zhuang, we'll wait until they survive.

In short, we have to find a way to leave quickly.

Originally, Zhao Huaibei was asked to take the blame, but now he has put him in danger. I'm afraid Zhao Qingyang will not let this go.

Maybe, when I am no longer useful, that will be the day I die!

Damn it, it’s all Butler Wang’s fault. Why did he send such a powerful person?

Now both sides are hurt.

…………

Shen Lang did not return to his home tonight, but was carried to Mo Yi's residence.

After entering the room, Shen Lang cried out in pain: "Oh my god, it hurts so much! My head..."

"Hey, take a look at yourself first. You are very handsome now!"

Mo Yi took out a bronze mirror and looked at Shen Lang's face.

Shen Lang looked at himself in the mirror and was completely stunned.

"Master, where is my hair? Where are my eyebrows?"

Shen Lang struggled to raise his hand, but found that this simple action was extremely difficult.

"Can you handle that fire dragon? Not to mention the hair on top, the bottom is also burned." Mo Yi ignored Shen Lang on the ground and poured himself a bowl of wine, drinking it down in one gulp: "You are lucky, the power of the fire dragon has been reduced, otherwise you would have become a roasted pig."

"Ah, tonight is really exciting..." Mo Yi drank the wine in one gulp, her pretty face turning a little red.

"My hair, my eyebrows..."

Shen Lang finally raised his hand to the top of his head and gently touched his bald head.

In the previous competitions, Shen Lang suffered countless injuries after so many games, but he did not cry.

Although he was almost killed today, Shen Lang was very calm and did everything he could to deal with it.

But now, Shen Lang shed sad tears...

"Don't be sad, it will grow back." Mo Yi comforted.

"Huh, it's gone, so be it..." Shen Lang's eyes were on Mo Yi: "Master, who the hell are you? If it weren't for you, I would be in trouble today."

This incident also reminded Shen Lang that he should never think about what the enemy would do based on common sense.

There are too many villains like the one in "The Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather" that Shen Lang has seen, and he didn't expect that Butler Wang would be so generous.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingyang listened to his nonsense and he should be out of danger in the short term.

"I am your master." Mo Yi said casually, "A female cultivator in the Free and Easy Realm, a female weapon refiner."

"That's not right... You are not bad at refining weapons, refining medicine, and medical skills..." Shen Lang was puzzled: "You are so free and easy, but you can resist Zhao Qingyang's soul-stealing technique and almost kill Butler Wang. This..."

"I'm awesome." Mo Yi didn't want to say too much: "Just remember that I'm your master, and I'm really only at the Free and Easy Realm, so don't cause me any trouble that's beyond my ability."

Shen Lang suddenly thought of something: "In my previous life, I was a big shot in the Heaven Realm, very powerful, but later I was killed by my enemies."

"You loved me to death, and when you saw me being hunted by my enemies, you used all your power to avenge me, causing your own power to decline."

"Wait until I reincarnate and continue our relationship?"

Mo Yi opened his mouth slightly.

She didn't expect that Shen Lang had such a rich imagination!

"Love you, you little bastard!"

"I don't know what's going on with some of the things in my head." Mo Yi pointed at his head: "Don't ask me, I don't know even if you ask me. I just know that I can kill Shenyou in the Free and Easy Realm. Those messy knowledge of alchemy and refining are like fragments in my mind. They have always been there. Every time I break through a realm, there will be more things in my mind."

"As for Zhao Qingyang's soul-stealing technique... I've experienced it before I met you, and I don't know why I was able to withstand it."

Shen Lang looked at Mo Yi, and Mo Yi looked at Shen Lang.

The master and disciple looked at each other for a long time.

Shen Lang didn't know whether what Mo Yi said was true or false. Perhaps she had her own difficulties that she couldn't tell. Or perhaps she really was that kind of amnesiac boss who had lost his cultivation.

In short, this master is sincere to me, since she lets me know so many of her cards. It is definitely not as simple as paying tuition to go to school.

"Master, I will definitely take care of you in your old age..."

"Bah!" Mo Yi glared at Shen Lang: "You're cursing me so that I can't cultivate to the Heavenly Man Realm, right?"

Chapter 64 Father, You Don’t Understand Him (Two in One)

"Cough cough..."

Shen Lang then remembered that this saying was not popular among practitioners.

"Master, you've been so good to me, why didn't you let me really become your disciple? How about we go through a process?" Shen Lang said, "From now on, everything I earn is yours. You help me figure out how to increase the money I earn, and everything else is yours."

"No, let's put it this way!" Mo Yi raised his hand to refuse: "Your fate is too weird, what if I can't bear your karma and die? How fucking unfair is that?"

Mo Yi could act coquettishly and withdraw the 100 spirit stones she promised to Shen Lang to buy the skills, or she could ask Shen Lang for some more hard work fees.

However, when Shen Lang wanted to give her more, she refused.

Even if she trusted Shen Lang, taught Shen Lang sincerely, and treated him as her disciple, she would not be affected by the cause and effect.

Perhaps, this is Mo Yi's way of survival.

"Master, I have one more thing to ask of you..."

"What is it? Don't make it too difficult!" Mo Yi looked at Shen Lang with a vigilant look: "You have caused so many troubles now, and you already owe me 642 spirit stones."

"Looking at Zhao Qingyang's behavior, I think he won't let Longqi spend money at your place. You've lost your ability to make money all of a sudden. I don't know when you can pay me back."

"Ahem, it's not a big deal." Shen Lang said, "My Thunder Fire Sword has revealed its true characteristics, which is a bit dangerous. In order to prevent Zhao Qingyang from settling scores later, we'd better escape from the palace as soon as possible."

"Tell the truth." Mo Yi rolled his eyes at Shen Lang: "You were just trying to take care of me in my old age, but now you're hiding something?"

Mo Yi is the type of person who will ask questions thoroughly about things that should be asked, and will just give a brief summary of things that shouldn't be asked.

Mo Yi didn't ask about things like the story about Shen Lang's grandfather or his inexplicable bloodline.

However, this matter involves leaving the palace, and Mo Yi must know why.

"Several reasons... One is that I took advantage of Zhao Huaibei, and I'm afraid Zhao Qingyang won't let it go."

"I'm also surprised. Logically speaking, with his temper, he could have beaten you to death at that time." Mo Yi touched his chin.

"Ahem, this brings me to another suspicion I have." Shen Lang said solemnly, "Guess what technique Zhao Qingyang gave me when I won the championship?"

"It can't be that snow is falling on the earth." Mo Yi joked.

"It's the snow falling on the earth!" Shen Lang said with certainty.

"Hmm?" Mo Yi frowned slightly: "Although you have a little more ice blood in your body, this Snow Drifting in the World... may not be suitable for you. Moreover, if this technique is passed on to you, there is a possibility that it will be leaked."

"Although this thing is not suitable for everyone to learn, if the skills are leaked, it is still possible to find weaknesses."

"This seems to be related to Wei Qianluo..." Soon, Shen Lang expressed his suspicion about Wei Qianluo.

Wei Qianluo has amazing talent, but has always been a maid; Zhao Qingyang wanted to take Wei Qianluo as his disciple, but Zhao Qingyang put the matter behind the martial arts competition; after accepting her as a disciple, he sent Xue Piao to the human world; when Wei Qianluo was practicing normally, she received instruction from a master on the spot.

"So, Wei Qianluo is Zhao Qingyang's niece, which is really a problem..." Mo Yi thought about it and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Damn it! When I took you in, I thought of all kinds of ways to avoid getting involved with you, but in the end I still got involved. If it weren't for you, how comfortable would it be for me to work in the palace by myself?"

"Master, you can't say that. Risks and opportunities coexist! Like the thousand spirit stones today, could you have earned that without me?" Shen Lang started to deceive.

"That's what I said, okay?"

"Without the opportunities I create for you, your eloquence will be useless."

"You..." Mo Yi pondered for a moment: "What you said makes a lot of sense..."

"So, now that you have money, are you still afraid of danger?"

"Now the King of Zhenbei has restricted our travel. If we want to risk leaving the palace..." Mo Yi looked at Shen Lang solemnly, "We have to pay more."

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At the same time, outside the great barrier, there was a tribe on the grassland, and the largest yurt.

There was a long table here, with people sitting on both sides, both men and women, young and old.

There was plate after plate of meat on the table, as well as large bowls of kumis.

The Wolf Lord was a middle-aged man, with hair only in the middle, the rest of his hair was bald.

He sat in the innermost seat, one foot on the chair, one hand holding a huge roasted leg of lamb, the meat being torn hard in his mouth.

There were many bonfires around, roasting all kinds of food. When oil dripped onto the bonfires, crackling sounds could be heard.

Apart from the sound of the fire, the only sounds in the entire yurt were the wolf lord tearing the lamb legs and the sound of him swallowing.

Although both sides were filled with people, no one dared to breathe and the atmosphere was solemn.

boom!

The wolf lord had eaten half of the lamb leg in his hand and threw it on the plate.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and the dirty clothes that half exposed his chest became even dirtier.

"One is missing, but we have news about the rest." The Wolf Lord looked around at everyone and said, "After 30 years, we have finally waited for this day."