Transmigration Book

The team escorting Mu Ling didn't intend to cover up at all, and went from the front of the Nuan Pavilion to the main residence of the Mo family in a swaggering manner.It's just that from the dark and ugly face of the team leader, people can vaguely perceive that something is wrong.

"Quick! Go and find out what this little steward has done." The patriarchs of the aristocratic family also changed their expressions when they received the news, and ordered hastily.

Ever since Mo Ziqi took over the Mohist family, he has acted in a way that is not like a young man of this age.Now that the disputes within the clan are exposed to the public, it can be seen that he is so angry that he no longer has the meticulous thoughts he usually has.

For a while, with the appearance of this team, the spies from the major families in Zhongdu became busy.As everyone knows, such an abnormal battle is actually to lure a small person in everyone's eyes to speed up his actions.

Ever since Chu Fengyang instigated Mu Ling to tamper with Murong Mingxi's meal, he has been closely watching the movement in the Nuan Pavilion.At this moment, seeing Mu Ling being escorted out in a daze, he couldn't help cursing secretly.He got up and quickly left the city without a trace.

In his haste, he didn't notice the black shadow flashing behind him.

Compared to the world that suddenly became chaotic, Murong Mingxi didn't have these people's worries at all.

Although he had just experienced an "assassination", didn't that happen before Ah Qi stopped it?

Except for the astonishment of knowing the truth at the beginning, Murong Mingxi really didn't feel any fright - in this matter, they were not as dangerous and tense as they were when they were attacked by the Feng family.

Furthermore, Mo Ziqi has always understood Murong Mingxi.Before Murong Mingxi could think deeply, he diverted Murong Mingxi's attention through various topics.As a result, at noon, Murong Mingxi didn't have much time to think about Mu Ling's affairs, but ate happily and relaxedly in the Yizhi restaurant.

If the worried bigwigs of the aristocratic family know, they might have a heart attack and vomit blood: they are worried here, can't eat well, can't sleep well, and it turns out that the two culprits are happy, happy, flirting, it's simply Pissed off personally.

The instigator was also unaware, and took chopsticks to add a few more dishes to Murong Mingxi's bowl, "This time I went to the Jilin Ice Field, the environment is harsh, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat such delicate dishes for a while. You, Mingxi You should eat more."

Murong Mingxi looked at the rice bowls piled up in front of him, and couldn't help laughing, "You feed me like a pig. I don't know why some people keep so many storage rings, maybe they are used to hide their beauty in a golden house?"

Mo Ziqi chuckled, "There is no jiao. There is a cute little pig who refuses to eat too much."

Murong Mingxi was speechless, "Don't think that if you add one more modifier, I can forgive your address."

"Aren't I following your train of thought?" Mo Ziqi yelled that he was wronged.Then he took the opportunity to stuff a few more pieces of meat into Murong Mingxi's bowl.

Murong Mingxi lowered his head, and saw that the bowl he had finally flattened had turned into a hill again, and Mo Ziqi was so angry that he lost his temper.Reluctantly, he said softly, "If you continue to feed like this, your cute little pig will be stuffed to death."

"Woo." It's okay, Mo Bao will help Xixi eat!

The little black dog stared unblinkingly at the last three pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs stolen by Mo Ziqi in Murong Mingxi's bowl.With a look of eager eyes, he almost made his mouth water on the edge of Murong Mingxi's bowl.

Murong Mingxi was amused by its gluttonous grievance.Looking up and seeing Mo Ziqi's choking expression, he was even more amused, and pretended to be strange, "Look at you, you're starving the child."

As he said that, as soon as the chopsticks were raised and lowered, a few large pieces of meat that could not be eaten easily entered the little black dog's dishes.

Mo Ziqi stared resentfully at the little black dog wagging its tail happily: "..."