Chapter 141 The Shaoxian with the thickest skin

Chapter 141 The Shaoxian with the thickest skin

After hastily ending the bath, Ning Wuxie became more wary of Xuan'er again.

Not only did Xuan'er care about his body, he felt that his resistance to Xuan'er was also decreasing day by day.

Xuan'er's previous suspicion was actually right. Ning Wuxie did like plump girls.

And Xuan'er's current body is already quite rudimentary... Coupled with the emotional love for her, it is really difficult for Ning Wuxie to control himself.

For example, when Xuan'er was giving him a bath, Ning Wuxie kept thinking silently:

I am over five hundred years old and she is still a child. I am over five hundred years old and she is still a child...

After the torturous and enjoyable bathing, the two sat in the courtyard for a while and waited for the invitation to the dinner.

It was said to be a dinner party, but in fact, apart from these people in Mo Xin's house, there was no one else.

As Mo Xin said just now, in the past ten years, Mo Xiang has been obsessed with creating the mythical beast Bai Ze and focusing on strengthening the demon clan. This act of breaking up the five dynasties was opposed by almost all ethnic officials in the court.

What Mo Xiang did was to kill them all.

This also caused the relationship between the Lanyuan Dynasty and other dynasties, as well as Confucianism and Renzong, to fall to a freezing point.

Mo Xin has been involved in human society for many years. He has many human friends and loves human culture. Naturally, he does not want to see such a situation.

But Mo Xiang killed all the like-minded officials in the court, and she couldn't make any changes on her own.

She once had high hopes for Song Luoyun, but in the end she was taught a lesson by reality.

It was dinner time and the guests were seated.

The servant came to Mo Xin and leaned down to inform her that the dishes were ready and the dance music was in place.

Mo Xin glanced at the empty hall. There were only a few people there, so the empty tables were more conspicuous.

"Isn't Song Luoyun here yet?"

"No, I went to hurry Master Song, but I couldn't find him anywhere."

"Hmph, he has already run away, right?" Mo Xin said coldly, "Then just leave him alone and just serve the food and play the music."

"yes."

The servant took the order and left.

After a while, a row of beauties wearing gorgeous dance robes arrived and spread out to their positions, ready to dance. The styles of these dancers' clothes are also human-style.

Suddenly, a clear and powerful male voice suddenly sounded from outside the hall door!

"Song Luoyun, the Twelve Confucian Young Masters, comes to the banquet!"

Everyone in the seats was shocked, and the dancers who were posing in the center of the stage and ready to dance also turned around to look.

Outside the door of the main hall, a handsome man with elegant demeanor and handsome appearance suddenly walked in. He was dressed in white like snow, wearing an exquisite hair crown, holding a scholar's long fan, and moved elegantly like a noble man.

He approached slowly, ignoring everyone's surprised looks, holding his head high, with a look of pride and contentment on his face.

"Why did you start the banquet without waiting for me? This is not in line with Confucian hospitality."

Song Luoyun gently rubbed his smooth and repaired chin with two fingers, his tone a little playful.

"Song Luoyun? What are you doing?" Mo Xin's eyebrows knitted together, with an expression on his face as if he had seen something more disgusting than the slovenly Song Luoyun before.

"Don't look at Ning Wuxie and pretend to be a gentleman. If you still want to hang out here, go back to Junzi Mountain as soon as possible!"

Mo Xin was not used to him at all, even if she saw that he looked extraordinary after cleaning up, she still had no trouble in her heart.

She knew clearly that this guy just didn't want to be driven away, but he didn't really suddenly wake up and become inspired.

"Ahem, no, the third princess may have too much misunderstanding of me."

As Song Luoyun spoke, he gently waved his long fan, walked to his seat and sat down without seeing anyone else.

"There is a big bird in the country. It has stopped flying and singing in the king's court for ten years. Does the princess know what kind of bird it is?"

His tone was relaxed and indifferent, without even looking at Mo Xin. Before she could speak, he immediately said:

"If this bird doesn't fly, it will soar into the sky; if it doesn't sing, it will become a blockbuster!"

"Princess, today is the day when I, Song Luoyun, take off!"

Mo Xin looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Seeing her expression, Song Luoyun said with emotion: "After all, I, Song Luoyun, am also the Twelve Young Masters, so how can I be worse than this Ning Wuxie?"

"Her Royal Highness only thinks that Luo Yun is useless, so how can you be sure that he is really capable!"

Song Luoyun said, pointing the fan at Ning Wuxie!

Ning Wuxie's eyes widened immediately, with a look of disbelief on her face. Why did she suddenly talk about me?

What does it have to do with me, you trash!

Mo Xin sighed and shook his head: "Even if I have no ability, I will not be more useless than you."

"Really? I don't believe it." Song Luoyun was like a stubborn donkey, capable of saying anything.

"We are all Twelve Young Masters, and our abilities must all start from the same starting point. Your Highness has not used him yet, so how do you know..."

Mo Xin interrupted ruthlessly: "He can fight better than you."

"If you don't believe me, let's discuss it later."

"He's handsomer than you."

"Otherwise, I think we are clearly on par, and I am even more handsome."

"He's younger than you."

"Young people are not reliable in doing things, but mature men are more stable."

Mo Xin said something and Song Luoyun replied, it was like a quick question and quick answer. Veins gradually appeared on Mo Xin's forehead.

"He's been longer than you!"

"Time...huh?" Song Luoyun subconsciously wanted to reply, but after a two-second pause, he made a confused sound.

"Time? What time?!" His eyes gradually widened, "Princess, how do you know that he has been here for a long time?!"

Song Luoyun looked incredulous, as if he had been betrayed.

"Princess, you are the third princess of the Lanyuan Dynasty! How can this kid be so worthy... and I have known you for ten years, why do you... it's been a long time, how long! I can also blow up my time!"

Song Luoyun's incoherent words contained too much information, but Mo Xin, who was so angry that he lost his temper, couldn't take care of it. He held his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"What are you talking about! Ning Wuxie has a Taoist partner, and his Taoist partner told me."

"You guys, you are full of nonsense and you are not serious. You are also considered the twelfth young sage?"

"You can't even maintain a normal image and stand up for me. You are a negative influence in my mansion. Why don't you go back and do me a favor!"

"I promise I will never do it again!" Song Luoyun said hurriedly.

"Princess Three, please give me a chance to prove that I am more useful than this guy!" He stood up with a bang and patted his chest. Ning Wuxie held his chin with one hand and looked at this guy with interest. Of course, he couldn't beat him. He had long seen that his cultivation was indeed only in the late stage of concentration, which was not good enough. But the conversation just now also made Ning Wuxie have a strong interest in Song Luoyun. This guy was either mentally ill or a pure shameless rogue. But at the same time, he was one of the Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism. Such a huge contrast made him curious. What real ability did Song Luoyun have?