391: C391 This Girl Is Not Simple

C391 This Girl Is Not Simple

"Lord Mo already has someone he likes, so he isn't willing to accept me?" Xue Disha's cold gaze fell on Mo Shaoyang, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

Lin Tian discovered that ever since they had entered, regardless of what Xue Disha said or did, he seemed to be in a state of absolute calmness, without the slightest fluctuation in his state of mind.

This girl seemed to be born with a strong mental strength, as if she could see through people's hearts.

"It's not like that …" Mo Shaoyang still wanted to explain.

Xue Daisha clapped his hands gently. The wooden paper door beside him was pushed open, revealing the figure of a girl. The girl was tied with hemp rope that ran through her chest, tied behind her, and then hung high.

"Wenwen!"

The moment he saw the girl, Mo Shaoyang's expression changed drastically.

The hanging girl was Han Wenwen, who was still in school.

At this moment, Han Wenwen finally covered herself with a white cloth. When she saw Mo Shaoyang, she started to struggle and cry.

"Xue Disha, what do you mean?" Mo Shaoyang stood up and glared at Xue Disha.

Xue Disha was still kneeling on the praying mat, his slender white hands were holding a bamboo cup, and the amber color of the tea was emitting a faint fragrance.

She raised her teacup, gently passed it to Mo Shaoyang, and said like a gentle wife, "Mo Jun, please have some tea."

"What the hell am I drinking!" Mo Shaoyang waved his hand furiously, almost knocking the teacups out of Xue Disha's hands.

The amber tea was half spilled.

"Eight slots!" The face of the middle-aged man in a warrior uniform, who was sitting behind Xue Disha, changed, and he angrily stood up to draw his blade. The clear and bright saber light caused the entire room to feel a chill. An overwhelming wave of saber Qi rushed towards Mo Shaoyang, and even Mo Shaoyang could not help but shrink back.

"King of the River, stop."

Even though the teacup had almost been knocked off, there was no anger on Xue Disha's face. Instead, he ordered the middle-aged man behind him to stop. After the middle-aged man heard this, he slowly sheathed the half of the blade back into its scabbard and sat down on the ground.

However, his gaze towards Mo Shaoyang was filled with anger.

After giving her orders, she turned to Mo Shaoyang coldly, "Lord Mo, are you not prepared to accept this cup of tea?"

"Xue Disha, don't play this for me, I won't play your game." Mo Shaoyang laughed coldly. "Release Wenwen immediately, or else I won't let you leave the country of dragons."

At this moment, Mo Shaoyang's eyes were cold and his face was filled with anger. Only then did he show the true power as the crown prince of the Mo Clan.

There was a hint of admiration in Xue Daisha's eyes as he said, "Mo Jun, you look like the heir to the owls now."

"The you from before was too soft, too powerless, like a sheep. You would only be devoured by the tiger and wolf."

"In a word, Xue Disha, are you going to let them go?"

Mo Shaoyang said coldly.

The Dragon Country was his territory, and even though it wasn't in the north, the power he could use far exceeded the power Xue Daisha had when he came to the Dragon Country alone.

"Mo Jun, you underestimate the Xue Dai Clan's power." Facing Mo Shaoyang's glare, Xue Disha calmly lifted the teacup with one hand and the other hand with the other. A trace of contempt could be seen on his face.

"Hmph, Iron, save Wenwen! Kill anyone who dares to stop her!"

Mo Shaoyang waved his hand and commanded. The bald man, who was called an iron block, was currently sitting upright on the tatami. His body didn't move at all, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Iron, didn't you hear me?" Mo Shaoyang shouted angrily.

The piece of metal remained motionless, like a stone Buddha.1

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