"Put it on yourself." The Murong Lian waved his hand. "Do you want me to invite you, 'Young Master Murong'?"
Mo Xi was already furious. "Murong Lian, don't go too far. The slave locking bracelet needs the Monarch's permission to …"
He was interrupted by Gu Mang halfway through his sentence.
"Such a valuable gift." Gu Mang said loudly, his voice overpowering Mo Xi's. He raised his hands and took the tray. "Thank you, Young Master, for your gift!"
Everyone was shocked, but Gu Mang calmly untied the pitch-black collar. He raised his bright black eyes and looked at Murong Lian who was sitting up high. There was no hatred in those beautiful eyes, but they were very calm.
The Murong Lian said coldly, "Put it on."
Gu Mang stared at him and raised his hand. Without blinking, he fastened the slave locking bracelet with a click.
"Aye." Gu Mang touched his neck as if he had found something new and interesting. "It's not too big or too small. It's just right."
Mo Xi looked at him in disbelief. "…"
The other attendants who had a good relationship with Gu Mang looked like they were about to cry.
But Gu Mang was like this. No matter how big the matter was, it seemed like it was nothing to him. Even if the sky fell, he would probably laugh and use it as a blanket to cover it.
"Does it look good?"
Lu Zhanxing was speechless.
The Murong Lian rubbed the corner of his lips with his thin and pale fingers. He said sarcastically, "It looks very good."
Gu Mang said sincerely, "Thank you, Young Master, for your gift."
"You're welcome." The Murong Lian's eyes were dull. He was silent for a while. Suddenly, he raised his hand and a blue light appeared in his palm. Gu Mang suddenly fell to the ground.
The one called Lu Zhanxing couldn't help but exclaim, "Gu Mang!!"
The Slave Locking Hoop suddenly extended several pitch-black lightning bands and bound Gu Mang's upper body and both of his arms tightly. The lightning streams pierced Gu Mang's body and caused him to spasm all over. He curled up on the ground and trembled uncontrollably.
The Murong Lian seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he changed to another type of seal. The light in his palm turned red, and the Slave Locking Hoop pierced out thorns that wrapped around the honey-colored body. The thorns pierced into the body, and in an instant, blood flowed out …
"Enough!" Mo Xi couldn't take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "Murong Lian, why do you have to do this!"
"What does it have to do with Young Master Mo that I discipline my own slaves?" The Murong Lian replied leisurely, "She's just a lowly slave. It doesn't matter even if you beat her to death. Is there a need for Young Master Mo to go to such trouble?"
"This is the Cultivation School. You're already breaking the rules by putting on a disciple of the school without permission. Stop! "
The Murong Lian turned his head and smiled at Mo Xi, "If I stop just because you want me to, wouldn't I lose face? Young Master Mo, although you're usually arrogant, you're asking me for a favor today. I'm not that unreasonable. "
After a pause, he continued, "But you should at least give me some benefits."
As he spoke, he chuckled and changed several methods of punishment. The Slave Locking Hoop had already tortured Gu Mang to the point where he was bleeding profusely.
Mo Xi stopped his hand from forming a seal and stared at him with his black eyes, "What benefits do you want?"
"There's nothing special about it." The Murong Lian looked at Mo Xi grabbing his wrist and sneered, "It's just that my mother always complains that I'm not good at magic and that I'm not as good as others."
Peach Blossom Three Whites narrowed his eyes and looked faintly at Mo Xi, "As long as you lose to me in the school's competition on New Year's Eve. I'll do you a favor. "
"…" Mo Xi turned to look at Gu Mang, only to see that Gu Mang was also looking at him. Gu Mang bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly.
"I heard that this slave of mine helped you a lot when you were subduing demons."
"…"
"So, are you willing?"
Mo Xi said, "… Okay. I promise you. "
The Murong Lian smiled and waved his hand, dispersing the Slave Locking Hoop's punishment spell. Gu Mang immediately fell into a pool of blood. His lips, which were always curled up in a smile, could no longer make any sound.
As for Murong Lian, she expressed her satisfaction.
"Not bad."
The flame of the Slave Locking Hoop was extinguished.
The Murong Lian mocked Gu Mang, "Just lie down like this. When the blood stops flowing, put on your clothes again so that you don't have to wash them. I hope that this gift will remind you to always remember who you are. "His gaze was as venomous as a bee's." Remember how dirty the blood flowing in your body is. "
"Remember who you belong to, and who you should be loyal to in the future."
The Murong Lian was too despicable and perverted. Mo Xi had really disgusted him for a long time.
However, what Mo Xi couldn't understand was why Gu Mang was so loyal to the Murong Lian even though he was already so cruel. After 20 years, he didn't even have the slightest disobedience.
Gu Mang wasn't a masochist. Gu Mang was very smart and fearless. He had his own opinions, so this kind of blind loyalty made Mo Xi feel incredulous. He couldn't guess what Gu Mang was thinking. He also didn't know what had happened between the Murong Lian and Gu Mang. It was still a mystery to this day.
At this time, Li Wei brought up the old grudge between them again. Mo Xi couldn't help but think that this reminder was unnecessary. The Lord Wangshu was already so vile before, how could he continue to be so vile?
However, he didn't expect that when he really met that person, it was still beyond his expectations.
After this matter, the young masters suggested that they go to a newly built teapot hall to relax. The new female cultivator from the Military Department also joined in the fun.
"Lord Xi He, how about coming with us today?"
"… Sorry."
"You're rejecting people again." The female cultivator pursed her lips and whispered, "I know you have Princess Meng Ze, but are you really so stubborn that you won't even give others a chance?"
Before Mo Xi could speak, Yue Chenqing's head popped out from behind the female cultivator.
"Hey, hey, hey, Lord Xi He, what are you doing?"
He shouted and patted the female cultivator's shoulder, helping her, "Let's play together. Drink tea, throw teapots and whatnot, what's wrong with that?"
The others also laughed and persuaded.
"That's right, let's all come together."
"Throwing teapots is really fun."
Unexpectedly, at this time, a man's voice suddenly sounded from outside. Like a ghost, hoarse, drifting, without a trace of warmth. The only emotion it carried was ridicule.
"Stupid throwing teapots, foolish true love."
Following this voice, the sound of rustling footsteps came from the door of the hall under the dusky sky.
Mo Xi turned around and saw a man holding an umbrella walking up the stairs. His figure was faint and cold, like a wandering ghost in the snowy night. The man leaned sideways and closed the umbrella, shaking off the snow on it. He raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the people in the hall, a thin smile that was full of mockery.
"Everyone, are you all here?"
The juniors in the Military and Political Hall were shocked and bowed one after another. "Lord Wangshu."
"Junior greets Immortal Wangshu."
Murong Lian.
This person who had been absent for ten thousand years actually came.
After so many years, Gu Mang's old master stood in front of Mo Xi again, still as feminine as before. His triple-white eyes were long and narrow, his face was charming with ruthlessness, soft with coldness, and his face was thinner and sharper than Mo Xi remembered. The arrogance and domineering aura in his expression was also a bit hotter than before.
The Murong Lian's snake-like gaze slithered over Mo Xi's face, as if he had just discovered him in the crowd. He licked his lips and smiled. "Oh, Lord Xi He is also here. Sorry, sorry, sorry, long time no see."
Yue Chenqing was a hothead who could talk to anyone. He smiled and greeted him. "Big Brother Murong, I haven't seen you in a long time too."
The Murong Lian treated him like a fart and didn't even bat an eyelid.
Yue Chenqing: "…"
The Murong Lian waited for a while, but Mo Xi didn't reply. He smiled coldly and said, "Lord Xi He, you and I haven't seen each other for many years. Why do you not seem happy to see me? Your unapproachable personality hasn't changed at all. "
Mo Xi looked at him indifferently. "Lord Wangshu has changed. Presumably, the troubles in the capital have reduced Lord Wangshu by a lot. "
The Murong Lian smiled. "Yes, I'm an official after all. Unlike you relatives, I have to share the emperor's burdens."
Mo Xi said coldly, "How touching."
When the Lord Xi He met the Lord Wangshu, it was like lightning striking a knife against a stone. The atmosphere instantly became tense. Among the people in the hall, only Yue Chenqing, who had a good temper, was willing to speak. He looked around and persisted. "Lord Wangshu, it's already so late. Why did you want to come to the palace today?"
"… I was just passing by." The Murong Lian finally responded. "I happen to have nothing to do, so I wanted to invite all of you to Wangshu Mansion for a gathering."
After he finished speaking, his gaze turned cold. "Drink some wine or something."
No one dared to reject his suggestion, not to mention that there were many people present who wanted to curry favor with the Murong Lian. They immediately said, "So that's how it is!"
"Since the Lord Wangshu invited us, of course, it would be impolite to refuse."
The Murong Lian glanced at Mo Xi's face. "Lord Xi He, are you coming?"
Mo Xi glanced at Yue Chenqing. Considering that he was still young, it was best for him to stay away from the Murong Lian.
Thus, he said, "I have something to do with Yue Chenqing, so I won't be going today."
"Wow, are you serious? It's so late. What else can you do!" Yue Chenqing widened his eyes. "I don't want to talk about military affairs with you! I want to go to the Lord Wangshu's mansion to drink … "
As he spoke, he quickly ran behind the Murong Lian, looking as if he would rather die than continue reading the military memorials.
Since he had already expressed his stance, Mo Xi could not persuade him otherwise. He could only frown slightly.
The Murong Lian turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at the drifting snow outside the hall. Suddenly, he said, "Speaking of which, Lord Xi He. You and Gu Mang have not seen each other for a long time. "
"… …"
"I know that you hate him. Previously, when Gu Mang rebelled, it was you who protected him, saying that he would never betray Chong Hua. "Suddenly, he laughed." Later, you personally went to the battlefield to meet him, hoping to get some confirmation from his mouth. However, he seriously injured you, causing you to almost lose your life. "
Mo Xi said coldly, "There's no need to bring up the past."
"Haha, if I don't bring it up, won't you think about it? Lord Xi He, although I don't get along with you, we were both deceived by Gu Mang, disappointed by him, and betrayed by him. " The Murong Lian said slowly, "So although I don't want to admit it, the only person in the world who can understand my anger and disappointment is probably you."
At this point, the Murong Lian turned half of his sickly pale face, his eyes flashing with an unfathomable light.
"He used to be my servant, and now he's in the Fallen Plum Garden that I'm in charge of." He turned his head, his gaze light. "How about it? Do you want to go and have a look? "
Yue Chenqing innocently poked her head out from the side. "Hey, go to the Fallen Plum Garden? Lord Wangshu, you must be joking. There are still girls in the Military Department, it's not very convenient to go to the Fallen Plum Garden. "
Hearing this, several female cultivators hurriedly waved their hands. "No, we won't go. Lord Wangshu, have fun."
Yue Chenqing scratched her head. "Even if you sisters don't go, Lord Xi He hates brothels the most. Why would he be willing to go to that kind of place?"
"Oh. That's true. " The Murong Lian sneered. "Marshal Mo is Chong Hua's number one marshal. He has always been open and upright, upright and steady. It was absolutely impossible for them to lower their status and enter that kind of unpresentable brothel. It's so dirty. "
Mo Xi: "… …"
"Then how about this." The Murong Lian paused for a moment, turned his neck, and moved his meridians. He continued, "Anyway, the Fallen Plum Garden is not far from my residence. I'll order someone to bring Gu Mang over. Tonight, let him liven up the atmosphere at the residence. It can also be considered as me giving you, Marshal Mo … …"
His lips and teeth were moist, and his words were sinister. "A welcome dinner to wash away the dust."
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