Mo Xingsha himself didn't hide it deliberately, so it wasn't surprising that she discovered him so quickly.
Mo Xingsha sat on the wall: "The saint was lazy and didn't come to handle the affairs today."
"Don't you like how I handle it? Wouldn't it be better if I left it to you alone?"
Nan Qing was a little tired and simply sat down on the stone bench next to her. There was a small pot of wine on the table, and she slowly poured herself a glass.
Mo Xingsha was unconsciously attracted by her actions. When he saw the sake she poured out, he thought that his people must have spiked the wine.
Judging from the movements she had just practiced, her overall movements were smooth and her internal strength was not chaotic, so there should be nothing serious.
Mo Xingcha ordered his men to administer small amounts of medicine many times.
It seems that the effect of the medicine is not too great.
Mo Xingsha jumped down from the wall: "Without the help of the saint, I am a little uncomfortable, but it feels really good to sit alone in the study. Why don't you stop coming here in the future?"
He said the most arrogant words in the most relaxed and lazy tone.
Nan Qing took a sip of wine and smiled seductively: "If you want to handle it for a few more days, then you can handle it for a few more days, but it's impossible to give all the power to you alone. After all, I have woken up.
"
She didn't care at all about his attitude, and she tasted the wine carefully.
Mo Xingsha sat down on the chair next to him and lazily put his hands on the table to support his chin: "Actually, I don't mind if you fall asleep again."
"Can't sleep."
"I can send you back to sleep."
Nan Qing raised his eyes slightly: "You don't have this ability."
When Mo Xingsha was scolded, he didn't look as sullen as before. Instead, he smiled lazily and said in a hoarse voice: "Maybe in the future."
"Then I have to be more careful with you?" Nan Qing put down the wine glass and also held his chin: "Mo Xingsha, why do you insist on killing me? I am very powerful in martial arts and can protect the saint.
The teacher can even help a lot sometimes. The main thing is that I am also beautiful. Are you willing to kill me?"
The charming and enchanting voice is so beautiful, it seems to enchant the soul.
Mo Xingcha has never seen such a seductive and slutty woman, but she looks so charming and fresh and refined...
"Why don't you give up? I don't like old women."
Er Er: "Pfft!"
Er Er really didn't laugh out loud on purpose, Er Er's whole little body was shaking and shaking, and Er Lang's legs were falling apart.
Damn it, how dare this male supporting actor say it, Nan Qing is a very vengeful person.
It's over, it's over.
Er Er: "Nan Qing, as long as the male partner doesn't die."
"Oh, Erer, do you mean to acquiesce to me making him lose arms and legs, as long as he doesn't die?"
Er Er's face suddenly became tense: "I didn't say that, don't misunderstand me, don't harm me!"
A smile flashed in Nan Qing's eyes. She suddenly stretched out her fingers to hook Mo Xingsha's chin, and touched his chin with her slender fingers: "My skin is very delicate, and my body is more delicate than ordinary women. I
But he’s not old at all.”
Mo Xingsha never expected that she would suddenly make such a bold move!
Sure enough, the seemingly noble Wen Renyun was also wild at heart.
No woman in the holy religion is a woman from a good family.
Mo Xingsha felt her slender and tender fingers slide across his chin and then onto his Adam's apple, feeling itchy and tender.
"Are you seducing me?"
Nan Qing took his hand back: "I just want you to realize that my fingers are still very delicate. I am not old. How have I ever seduced you?"
She retracted her seductive look, and indifferently picked up the jug and poured herself another glass of wine.
But in the blink of an eye, she restrained her previous attitude and returned to the noble and indifferent appearance of the saint.
Mo Xingsha's Adam's apple rolled as he watched her pour the wine. The sound of water being poured out from the jug made him feel particularly irritated.
Mo Xingsha stood up suddenly: "Since the saint is fine, I will go back first."
When she didn't come, he thought she was poisoned.
Look at how energetic she is. Even if she has time to practice martial arts, she is still here drinking poisonous wine one cup at a time. She is still far from getting poisoned!
Mo Xingsha turned around and walked away quickly.
There was a low sense of coercion all over his body, and Di Lin felt very cold even as he followed him. What's wrong with the leader?
I didn't hear any noise inside.
Are the leader and the saint born to be at odds with each other? Why did they become so angry after entering the house so soon after they came out?
Nan Qing was the only one left in the yard. Nan Qing glanced at the wine on the table coldly, then she got up and went back to the house.
When she returned to the house, she walked to a pot of flowers. Nan Qing quickly reached out and pressed the acupuncture point on her chest, and immediately vomited out the wine she had just drank.
Nan Qing spat out all the wine he had just drank with an expressionless expression.
As long as the toxins from the last drink are still in the body, Nan Qing almost vomited them out.
There is no need to risk your own body.
But you still have to pretend. Nan Qing has been sick for so many years and the best thing he can do is pretend to be sick.
The next morning, Nan Qing simply stayed up in bed. When the maid came in, she said she was very tired.
The sun came up. After having breakfast, Mo Xingsha went to the study room and sat on the chair on the right as usual.
After sitting down, he silently moved his butt to the middle of the chair, and then started to deal with things in a comfortable mood.
The dignified leader of the Holy Cult is also called the leader of the Demonic Cult by the outside world. What he does every day is not to fight and kill, but to deal with various matters handed over from the branch like an emperor.
After Mo Xingsha finished processing a few books, he put down his brush and asked, "Dilin, why hasn't Wen Renyun come yet?"
Di Lin had just heard the spies' report. He said, "The saint hasn't gotten up yet. The maid went in and asked, and she said she was very tired."
"You haven't gotten up yet?"
Mo Xingsha glanced at the waterfall outside the window. The sun was already shining on the waterfall at this moment, making the water sparkling.
Di Lin: "Yes."
You haven't gotten up yet at this hour? It seems that there is no need for breakfast.
Mo Xingsha remembered that he went to her yard yesterday and saw her drinking wine one glass at a time. It seemed that the effect of the medicine was gradually taking effect...
This is a happy thing.
Why worry about whether she will come? Wouldn't it be better if she didn't come?
Mo Xingcha told himself these words over and over again in his heart. He didn't know why he told himself this, but he was definitely stumbling in dealing with things today.
He had to finish these few booklets until the afternoon.
Mo Xingsha didn't have lunch at noon.
Di Lin: "Master, do you want to pass on the meal?"
"pass."
Mo Xingsha suddenly stopped Di Lin: "Have you heard that you are up?"
