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    Seeing Mo Ran unexpectedly, Xue Meng froze for a moment. This was the first time the two met each other after Mo Ran was imprisoned.

    Thinking of Xue Meng's defense of himself in front of everyone, Mo Ran couldn't help showing him a smiling face, but Xue Meng was completely taken aback by the smiling face, showing a disgusted expression, and said with sour teeth: "What are you doing?  What are you looking at! What¡¯s so interesting! What¡¯s so funny! What¡¯s so funny!¡±

    "I greet you."

    "nausea!"

    Mo Ran: ""

    When he came, he interrupted Mo Ran's words, and the teacher pondered for a while, but he didn't ask any more questions, but smiled and said to Xue Meng: "Young master, who messed with you again?"

    "Who else? Who else!! Shameless! Shameless! Wretched, despicable, shameless!"

    Mo Ran sighed: "Not enough rhyme."

    "You don't care about me! Come if you have the ability!"

    "No ability, no ability, not a cultural person." Mo Ran laughed and said, "Tell me, who messed with you?"

    The teacher smiled and said: "I guess it's the big brother again."

    "What kind of bullshit big brother! Beast! He is a disciple! He is so casual, why didn't he get the disease?! I would spend ten years of my mother's life to wish him a sore head, pus on the feet, rotten nose and rotten eyes.  Look up to him, this despicable, shameless, obscene"

    Mo Ran: ""

    Seeing that Xue Meng was going to fall into an endless endless loop, the teacher hurriedly stopped him, pointed to the back and shouted: "Shh, look, those female nuns who love the big brother are here-"

    "Scared!" Xue Meng was shocked, and there was a trace of panic on his arrogant face. He whispered "Dirty" and ran away with his tail between his legs and his head. He was really anxious like a bereaved dog  , and at the end, he yelled quite shamelessly: "I remembered that there are other important things to do, let's go ahead!"

    Mo Ran watched him run away and disappeared, and said in a daze: "Wow, yes, this senior brother can actually make him afraid like this."

    Shi Mo smiled and said: "Since he accidentally bumped into someone in the restaurant the day before yesterday, he had some conflicts, and it's like this when he came back. It can be regarded as meeting the nemesis."

    "Admiration, admiration, you have to see it if you have the opportunity." Although he said so, Mo Ran probably had some accounts in his heart, which could make Xue Meng hide like this. Presumably this "big brother" is his guess  That person was right.

    But this time is not the time to watch Xue Meng's excitement. In Yinlu Pavilion, Xue Zhengyong and Xuanji have arrived, and they are discussing the case of Eighteen's murder with the owner of Taohuayuan, the feathered immortal.

    The Yumin Shangxian is almost a fairy body, surrounded by Yingying aura, although she looks like a young girl, but God knows how old she is.

    She was slowly talking to Xue Zhengyi about the whole story, when a servant walked in and said in a low voice: "Shangxian, someone brought it here."

    "Ask him to come in."

    Mo Ran followed Shi Mo into the Nuan Pavilion, looked around, and saw Xue Zhengyi shaking the famous literati fan, talking to people, and immediately shouted: "Uncle!"

    "Son, child." Xue Zhengyi turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up, he hurriedly called him over, and patted him on the shoulder, "Come, sit down beside uncle"

    "I didn't kill people"

    "Of course it can't be you, of course it can't be you." Xue Zhengyi sighed again and again, "I don't know why the misunderstanding came about. The Shangxian told me just now. I came this time to try to prove your innocence.  , Alas, God is pitiful, look at your disheveled appearance."

    He pulled Mo Ran, and the Featherman Shangxian didn't stop him, just looked at the two of them lightly.

    Mo Ran and Elder Xuanji also greeted each other, and then sat next to Xue Zhengyi.  But what made Mo Ran feel strange was that Xuanji didn't immediately notice the absence of her apprentice Xia Sini, and only nodded with Mo Ran naturally.

    Instead, it was Yumin Shangxian who asked, "Huh? Where's the other child? The one named Xia."

    "Ah, yes." Only then did Xuanji come to her senses, " Where is my apprentice?"

    Seeing that he didn't care about Xia Sini, Mo Ran was a little dissatisfied, and said: "My junior brother is still in the prison, he asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

    "That's it." Xuanji nodded, "Why doesn't he come?"

    Mo Ran said unhappily: "Cook."

    ""

    Xue Zhengyi froze for a moment, then laughed: "Cooking is more important than clarifying yourself?"

    Xuanji also smiled and said: "It's really a willful nonsense. After the meeting is over, I will go and see him."

    "No, I willAmbiguous on the side to help.

    It is strange to say that when Mo Ran finished cleaning the house and sat down to drink some tea for a rest, he suddenly realized that he was not secretly happy because he was able to get along with his junior sister alone, nor did he have any charming thoughts.

    This cognition can't help but make Mo Ran choke, and the tea almost didn't spit out.

    The junior sister was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

    "No, nothing." Mo Ran waved his hands again and again, but complained in his heart.

    Could it be that I have been practicing with Chu Wanning for a long time, and I have become Liu Xiahui?  Look at this Lingxiao Pavilion, it is located in a remote place, there is no one around, the peach blossoms are swaying, and there are lonely men and widows. In the past, he must have had a good time with his teacher before he started to get down to business.

    What happened recently?  It shouldn't be so pure and ascetic

    Mo Ran scratched his head.

    The teacher blinked.

    The four eyes met, Mo Ran grinned honestly, and the pear was very cute: "The peach blossoms outside are beautiful, I will pick one for you to take away."

    The teacher said: "Grass and trees also have feelings, let them bloom on the branches."

    "Wellyou're right, then, then don't pick it!"

    Sitting for a while, Mo Ran racked his brains to talk to him again, but found that the days of seeing each other were few, and there was nothing to mention.

    Raising his eyes, he suddenly saw Shi Mei sweating because he helped him take care of the house. He couldn't bear it, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him.

    "Wipe off your sweat."

    "" Shi Mo glanced down, saw Mo Ran nervously pinching the handkerchief, couldn't help but smiled, and said warmly, "Thank you."

    So he took the handkerchief and wiped his forehead gently.

    The veil was soft and soft to the touch, and it was woven with excellent silkworm silk. After Shi Mei used it, he said, "I'll take the veil back, and I'll return it to you after washing it."

    "Okay, okay." Mo Ran responded in a loud voice, and his flattery to the teacher went deep into the bone marrow and became instinctive, "If you like it, it's okay if you don't."

    Shi Mo said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's not right, you see that the handkerchief is so well made" He said as he unfolded the handkerchief, preparing to smooth the fine folds and fold it again.

    However, when the slender, white and tender fingers wiped the handkerchief that had just been unfolded, the teacher was stunned, and said "huh?" softly.

    "What's wrong?"

    Shi Mei paused, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Ah Ran really wants to give me this handkerchief?"

    "Take it if you like it. What's mine is yours." Mo Ran was very generous.

    The teacher smiled faintly: "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, you are not afraid that Master will beat you if he finds out."

    "What?" This time it was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned, "What borrowing flowers to offer Buddha? What does this have to do with Master?"

    "Look for yourself." The teacher's tone was a little unclear, "When did the master give you his own handkerchief for such a big crabapple flower?" (Remember this site's website: www.  hlnovel.com
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