His tone was cool, but there was an elegant smile on his face: "This is the senior brother you often mentioned to me? As expected - very capable. ()"
Then he nodded slightly towards Xiao Mofeng: "Brother Xiao, this is Xuanji's husband. This is our first meeting. Please take good care of me."
Xiao Mofeng froze, and the smile that finally appeared on his face disappeared in an instant: "Xuanji! Are you married here?!" [
Ye Xuanji also knew that this news was too shocking for her senior brother.
Qiangan smiled: "Yes...yes. Senior brother, how did you come here? Does master know?"
She was so happy to see her senior brother again.
There is a smile that cannot be hidden between the eyebrows and the eyes.
She looked at her senior brother's hair again, which was half long but not short. In modern times, this is a very chic, free and easy, and very fashionable hairstyle.
But here it seems a little different.
No wonder Bi Liusu said he looked like a monk but not a monk, and looked like a Taoist but not a Taoist priest. It was indeed very vivid.
There was no smile on Xiao Mofeng's face. He looked Mo Qingcheng up and down.
Well, he admitted that this pretty boy was indeed more handsome than any man he had ever seen.
Especially the intimidating aura exuded from his body, which makes him an extraordinary person at a glance!
But when he married the little junior sister he took care of in the palm of his hand, he looked very displeased!
His face darkened: "Xuanji, you are so ridiculous! Have you forgotten what Master said to you? You are just a passerby in this world, how can you casually commit your life to an ancient person? Come back with me!"
He stepped forward and wanted to hold Ye Xuanji's hand.
He did hold a hand.
However, this hand was not the soft and white hand of junior sister, but a hand with distinct knuckles, as long as jade, about the same size as his.
This is——Mo Qingcheng’s hand!
Xiao Mofeng's expression suddenly felt like he had eaten a fly, and he wanted to shake it off as soon as he loosened his grip.
But Mo Qingcheng held his hand with her backhand, half-smiling: "Elder brother, right? If you were not Xuanji's senior brother, I would send you to rest on the roof directly, or I would make you unable to speak again!"
His tone was calm, but his words were cold.
Xiao Mofeng sneered: "It also depends on whether you have this ability!" [
The palm of his hand turned to one side and escaped from Mo Qingcheng's grasp.
The other hand was as fast as lightning, slicing across Mo Qingcheng's throat!