The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Since Mo Mo and the man in the black cloak agreed to cooperate, he was still very mysterious to Mo Mo. Mo Mo only knew his last name was Sun and knew nothing else. However, Mo Mo often met him in his dreams. While exchanging information about the latest situation, Mo Mo could also find out information from him that was not so easy to get.

Take the authenticity of the treasure map incident for example, Mo Mo got confirmation from the man in the black cloak.

"If I cooperate with her, Old Sun, what do you think our chances of getting the treasure are?" Mo Mo asked with his head tilted.

"This is not within the scope of our cooperation and has nothing to do with me."

Through the dark mask, Mo Mo could only see Lao Sun's indifferent eyes. Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, Mo Mo did not intend to continue asking.

"But I can remind you of one thing. The Song family is only the nominal owner of the Bounty Hunter Guild."

"You mean to say that there is a big boss behind them?" After hearing this, Mo Mo's mind strangely showed the figure of the man in the white suit.

"Do you think there will be some conflicts of interest between the Bounty Hunter Guild and the Bureau of Superpowers? What if I end up being a 'two-faced person'?" Mo Mo turned to look at the man in the black cloak who was sitting silently opposite him.

"If that day really comes, you will have to make a choice."

"What if... I didn't choose the Superpower Bureau?" Mo Mo asked tentatively.

"If you really do this, I will deal with you myself." Hearing Mo Mo's words, Lao Sun felt a chill all over his body.

Mo Mo only felt a chill on her back. She smiled and explained, "Haha, I was just talking, just talking."

[I don't want to live anymore. If I am hunted by my own system administrator, I will definitely die more than a hundred times; not to mention that I have to resist the thousands of troops of the Supernatural Bureau. ]

**

At the invitation of Song Tianjiao, Mo Mo and his "Miracle" team also came to participate in the masked ball held by the Bounty Hunter Guild.

The hall is softly lit, gorgeously decorated, and classical music flows slowly in the air. Everyone's mask is unique, some are mysterious, some are gorgeous, and some are simple and elegant.

"It's an honor for everyone to come and attend us." Although it was a mysterious masked ball, those who could enter the ballroom had all received an invitation. So less than five minutes after Mo Mo and the others came in, Song Tianjiao, who had received the news, came over with a goblet of red wine to meet Mo Mo.

"What do you think?" After a few simple greetings, Song Tianjiao directly asked Mo Mo for his answer.

"Ms. Song, my answer is already very clear. Otherwise, we would not have appeared at this ball, don't you think?" Mo Mo was wearing a glittering golden half-face mask. Even though it covered half of her face, it could not hide the delicate lines on her face. Her smile under the mask looked even more dazzling.

Song Tianjiao got a satisfactory answer, so he reached out to clink glasses with Mo Mo. With a "clang", the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding was heard.

A servant leaned over and whispered something in Song Tianjiao's ear. Song Tianjiao chuckled, then pulled Mo Mo towards the office without treating her as a outsider.

[It's him! The man in the white suit that day. ]

"This is a distinguished guest of our guild, his name is Wuming." Song Tianjiao introduced the man who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed to Mo Mo who had just come in, and gestured for her to sit on the sofa on the other side.

Although Mo Mo had no idea what Song Tianjiao was going to do next, she still calmly sat down in her designated seat.

Song Tianjiao turned around and pried open a bottle of wine that she had just taken from the wine rack. Then she walked gracefully to the sofa and gently poured wine into the three people's wine glasses.

"Come, let's celebrate our treasure hunt in advance."

After listening to Song Tianjiao's words, Mo Mo looked directly at Wuming and asked, "Wait! You have clues, I have a team, but what about him? What does he have?"

"I have money, lots of money, a sum you can never spend in several lifetimes. All the expenses will be paid by me." The man's pupils under the mask were deep and bottomless.

After hearing this explanation, Mo Mo was actually convinced and nodded. But for some reason, Mo Mo always felt that this gaze was familiar.

With an inquiring look, Mo Mo secretly looked at the man's back during the dance.

[Why... I feel like I've seen this somewhere before? But I'm not sure.]

After the dance, Mo Mo was a little tipsy because he drank a lot of wine.

His body swayed uncontrollably from side to side, and Mo Mo fell directly onto the big bed. Then he took out his cell phone and called Zhao Wenting for the first time.

"Hi, Master!"

Seeing that the call was connected, Mo Mo suddenly greeted Zhao Wenting excitedly.

"I'm Mo Mo."

"I know it is you."

"Let me test you, what day is today?"

Zhao Wenting, who had just answered the call, glanced at the phone screen with suspicion, and then said coldly: "Xiu Si, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll just call and ask you." Mo Mo turned over in bed, and then continued: "Yes, today is Thursday."

"Are you drunk?" Zhao Wenting's still cold voice came from the phone.

Mo Mo originally wanted to make this call to confirm whether the drunk Wuming tonight was Zhao Wenting, but the moment Zhao Wenting answered the phone, she denied this guess in her heart. Under the influence of alcohol, she actually forgot her original intention of making this call, and she tried to find topics to talk about, and even wanted to share what she saw tonight with her master:

"Yes, I went to a very fun dance party tonight. There were so many... people there, and there were a lot of delicious food. Everyone was dancing, talking and drinking. There was a man who was as handsome as Master, but he looked very cold. What a pity... What a pity that you, Master, were not here..."

Mo Mo began to talk incoherently about what she saw, heard, and experienced at the dance. Zhao Wenting did not hang up the phone on her directly, but just listened quietly.

"Are you done? Have you gone home now?" Zhao Wenting asked only after Mo Mo stopped talking. His tone was still cold, but his brows in front of the phone screen were less sharp and solemn.

"I'm home. I'm already lying in bed." Mo Mo answered honestly.

"Well, then you should rest early."

"Okay, Master. Good night, Master."

After saying that, Mo Mo hung up the phone with the last bit of rationality he had left, then tilted his head back and fell asleep.

The next day when Mo Mo woke up, she recalled her nonsensical and confusing phone call. She felt her head aching again. With a blank look in her eyes, she inserted her fingers into her messy hair:

[Damn it! What have I done?! This is my first phone call to Master! How could I treat Master, who is as busy as the President of a country, as a chatbot?]