Mo Xuanchen just smiled and did not speak.

Ling Luoyu's laughter made it even bigger: "What are you laughing at? Am I saying something wrong? Or is it that I broke your business, and you have nothing to say?"

Seeing that he was still smiling, she simply rolled her eyes and turned away.

Who knows, Mo Xuanchen took two steps in a hurry, caught up with her, hooked his slender fingers from behind, clasped his fingers tightly, tilted his head to look at her, the curvature of the corner of his mouth almost lifted to the sky.

"What's wrong? Jealous?"

"I thought you were no longer jealous!"

"I remember the last time you were jealous, it was a long, long time ago!"

"I haven't seen you jealous for a long, long time!"

"However, you are jealous, I like it!"

In the eyes of everyone's envy, jealousy and hatred, the two held hands and walked forward as if no one else was talking and laughing.

Feng Chenglin was accustomed to such scenes for a long time, and hooked Mo Xing's shoulder with a smile.

"When encountering such a thing, the best way is to pretend to be blind, see nothing, and understand nothing. Otherwise, the last clown must be us!"

Mo Xing raised his brows, looked at him, and didn't say a word.

Feng Chenglin felt a little guilty: "You look at me like this... Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I'm just thinking, how many scenes like this have you seen before to have that insight? It's not easy!"

There was a sudden commotion ahead, followed by the sound of galloping hooves.

Mo Xing's expression changed: "It's the Mo family's guard here..."

After a pause, he added.

"To be precise, it's the patriarch's guard here!"

Feng Chenglin didn't fully understand when he started, but when the guards approached, he reacted.

"Aren't these people... the little friends who grew up and trained with you before?"

Mo Xing did not answer.

But the guards of the Mo family saw him right away: "It's Young Master Xing!"

Mo Xing could only walk over and waved them off the horse: "Why are you here?"

"We received news that..." The guard glanced at Mo Xuanchen, and was jealous of Mo Shen's appearance: "So I came here to see, I didn't expect you to be with them."

"We met on the road. We have something to do to find the patriarch. Where is the patriarch?"

"...The patriarch is waiting for you at the ancestral hall!"

Mo Shiyu seemed to know that they were coming, and had been waiting at the ancestral hall for a long time.

The ancestral hall of the Mo family is located on the mountainside, among the lush towering trees, the eaves of the temple are looming.

On the way, it has been cleaned up by the guards, and there are no idlers.

"How do I feel... a bit like catching turtles in the urn?" Feng Chenglin looked around: "This is obviously ready, just waiting for us to take the bait!"

Obviously, Mo Shiyu was ready.

This is not a good sign!

Mo Xuanchen said with a half-smile, "If he didn't even have this ability, he wouldn't exist long ago!"

Feng Chenglin was about to speak, but Ling Luoyu gave him a meaningful look.

"Fatty, be careful. If you do it well, you will understand this matter. If it is not good, our story will end here!"

If Mo Shiyu is really what they guessed, it is the big man behind the Lord of God.

It is estimated that their roles should also be finished!

"So, long snacks!"