MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 48 According to your
Chapter 48 According to you
"I want Wannian cold jade."
Mo's frivolous words stunned Han Yan'er for a moment.
"What did you say?"
Mo Qingkuang cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "I mean, I can do my best to help you defeat Lin Yang, but I want Wannian Hanyu!"
"Impossible! Wannian Hanyu is my royal treasure, how could I give it to you!" Han Yaner's eyes widened and she sternly refused.
"Don't rush to refuse, I want a year! Wannian Hanyu can assist in cultivation, and everyone knows that if I defeat Lin Yang and win the champion of martial arts, you can lend me Wannian Hanyu to practice for a year. How about it?"
Han Yan'er fell silent when she heard the words, for a year, she could still discuss it.
Using the right to use Wannian Hanyu for one year in exchange for the thousand-year reputation of the Tianxuan imperial family, this deal is not too bad.
"Couldn't you just beat him upright under the eyes of everyone in order to win your breath? You should have enmity with him, don't you want to take revenge?" Han Yan'er still wanted to make a final struggle.
Mo frivolously shook his head: "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. I don't have to fight to the death. I'm not sure about killing him. If we fight him, it doesn't matter who wins or loses."
"But…"
"No but, this is the condition. If you agree, I will fight for your Han family. If you don't agree, the second place is fine." Mo frivolously smiled and interrupted Han Yan'er.
"You..." Han Yan'er is so angry, why doesn't this guy get into it this time.
Usually, which man is not obedient to himself, wishing to give her his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Damn Kuang Qing, all the majestic nine princesses came to the door to ask for help in person, which gave you a lot of face, you want this and that!
Seeing that Mo Qingkuang didn't intend to let go at all, Han Yan'er gritted her teeth: "I'll go to the clan to discuss it, and you must guarantee that you will win!"
"If you lose, you don't have to give it to me. When you leave, close the door and don't give it away." Mo frivolously waved his hand, without any guarantee.
"You! Is this your house or mine?" Han Yan'er had never received such contempt before, pointing at Mo frivolously and coquettishly drinking.
"Your family." Mo frivolously drank tea without raising his head, resolutely implementing the correct policy taught by Mo Fan's ancestors that women should not be used to!
"Hmph!" Han Yan'er's chest, which had just taken shape, rose and fell violently, and she finally calmed down. With a cold snort, he walked away angrily, slamming the door and leaving with a loud bang.
Just pull it! My aunt is asking for something from you, otherwise, I will make you look good!
Han Yan'er went out for a while, and ran back angrily.
This time he didn't knock on the door, but kicked the door open.
"Why are you back?" Mo Qingkuang was a little surprised.
The ancestor said, the more you don't care about her, the more he cares about you. Unexpectedly, the effect is so good?
Han Yan'er said coldly: "Just now, Dean Zheng sent someone to pass a message to you."
"What did he say?" Mo Qingkuang's heart moved when he heard the words.
Ever since Tian Sheng lost, he has been waiting for news from Zheng Tao. He believes that Zheng Tao will still agree to his request.
Because he also knows that due to Zheng Tao's wrong judgment, in the top sixteen, no one can compete with Lin Yang except himself.
"Master Wu, come in." Han Yan'er's tone returned to normal, and she respectfully said to the door.
Outside the room door, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked in with astonishment. He was the one who had been by Zheng Tao's side all the time.
He was a little surprised. The royal family has always been very strict in family education, and the princes and daughters are also relatively well-bred, and treat others with humility and courtesy.
What did this Mo frivolous do to make the Ninth Princess so angry?
"Here you come? What is Dean Zheng's order?" Seeing the middle-aged man, Mo Qingkuang asked lazily without getting up to salute.
The middle-aged man gave Mo frivolously a cold look: "The dean said, it's up to you."
Mo Qingkuang was determined when he heard the words, and he lost all fear, and said with a smile: "I said it earlier, the dean will regret it, right?"
The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to tear off Mo's frivolous mouth, and said sullenly: "Boy, if you lose, the old man will teach you a lesson if you don't tell Dean Zheng." teach you."
"You won't have this chance." Mo Qingkuang said calmly without any fear.
"I hope so!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and cupped his fists at Han Yan'er again, "Princess Ninth, I will take my leave first."
"Master Huang, walk slowly."
Watching the black-robed middle-aged man leave, Han Yaner finally asked her doubts: "What did you just say? What does Dean Zheng regret?"
"If I were you, I wouldn't ask these nonsense things, but quickly figure out how to get the Wannian Hanyu to me." Mo frivolously said.
"You!" Han Yan'er was at a loss for words for a moment, then suddenly rolled her eyes, and said slyly: "I don't plan to give it to you, so what?"
"Oh? Then you want to discredit the Tianxuan Empire?"
"Don't think I can't hear it, you have already promised Dean Zheng to deal with Lin Yang! You came to me to ask for ten thousand years of cold jade, you are obviously lying to me! Even if I don't give it to you, you will try your best to defeat Lin Yang Yes, because that Master Huang just now won't let you go." Han Yan'er had a triumphant smile in her eyes, and her mood brightened all of a sudden.
"Okay, then you go out. Kindly remind you, even if you don't deal with Lin Yang, that Master Wu will beat me at most and won't kill me. And your prestige of Tianxuan, I'm afraid I'll die ten thousand times, and I won't be able to redeem it." Mo Qingkuang was not in a hurry, but the old **** was sipping tea on the ground.
Han Yan'er was also very angry when she heard the words. Although Mo's frivolous words were not pleasant, there was some truth to them.
When Tianxuan was looking for talents, he forced him to deal with Lin Yang, who was able to leapfrog and defeat a fourth-rank martial artist. His hope was slim. Even if he avoided fighting, he would not be condemned too much.
On the contrary, it is the Tianxuan Empire, which has already been forced to the edge of the cliff, and if it takes another step back, it will end in ruins of reputation.
This Mo is frivolous, he really controls himself to death!
"You wait for me!" Gritting her silver teeth, Han Yan'er uttered a harsh word, and left bitterly.
...
In the Jingdu restaurant in the south of the city, Lin Yang looked pale, holding a jade box in his hand.
This was given to him by Deacon Cai Lin just now, the fourth-grade elixir Fuqi Pill.
The effect of Fuqi Pill can quickly restore physical strength and get rid of weakness. It is a holy product with strong medicinal effects for walking in the world.
Although it is easy for the medicine saint to refine this kind of elixir, even if the effect is very good, he can still refine a lot. But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and Lin Yang doesn't have suitable materials, so he can't make a pill for him out of thin air.
Fortunately, Lin Yang is the only remaining seedling of Yuan Jianzong's plan at this time, and he has shown a shocking talent for leapfrog challenges. Of course, Deacon Lin must fully support him to ensure that there is no mistake in winning the first place in the next imperial examination!
Lin Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the jade box, swallowed the medicine-scented Fuqi Pill, and began to meditate and adjust his breath.
(end of this chapter)
