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Chapter 37 - Article 37 - The King of Carefree

Fortunately, Mo Ling had stopped his attack quickly, or else her head would have exploded from Mo Ling's attack!

"Third Miss, are you taking this prince's life?" Dong Cheng Yu chided as he reached out to grab the staff in Mo Ling's hand and threw it to the ground.

Looking at the rod that was as thick as a person's wrist, Dong Cheng Yu suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

"Fourth Prince, why is it you?" Mo Ling frowned, a little surprised.

"That day, when Third Miss was captured by bandits, this prince led a group of people to charge up Mighty Mountain. But who would have thought that this was actually the Third Miss's plan to throw this prince off?" Dong Cheng Yu said with grievance, he had led a group of people to Wei Hu Mountain, and was almost captured by the bandits.

Mo Ling did not feel sorry. These were not requests from her, so it had nothing to do with her.

Forget about Mo Ling being cold-blooded, even the former Mo Ling was a person who cared deeply about love. However, after her sincerity was trampled on, she would no longer be willing to pay anyone back.

Except Xia Zhi.

Seeing Mo Ling's calm expression and eyes that did not have a single trace of emotion, Dong Cheng Yu did not continue speaking. Instead, she changed the topic, "Third Miss, did you leave the Mo Mansion for this auction?"

"Indeed." Mo Ling nodded her head, since the danger had been averted, she was not willing to waste anymore time. Just as Mo Ling was about to leave, Dong Cheng Yu shamelessly followed behind him.

Along the way back to the inn, Dong Cheng Yu kept a certain distance between them and followed.

"I'm already here, and you still want to follow me?" Mo Ling turned around to look at Dong Cheng Yu, and said indifferently.

Dong Cheng Yu shook his head with an innocent look, "This prince also lives here."

With that said, Dong Cheng Yu took the lead and went up the stairs. He lived in Sky No. 3 room, which was right next to Mo Ling.

"You can bear to come back?" Upon entering the house, Mo Ling heard Ou Yang Yin Shun's dissatisfied words, "You woman is really a spendthrift, look at all the things you bought."

Following Ou Yang Yin Shun's gaze, Mo Ling saw a pile of things on the ground. She did not expect these people to be so fast, to actually deliver the things here before she returned.

"I'm tired, I need to rest." Instead of arguing with Ou Yang Yin Shun, Mo Ling yawned and walked towards the bedside.

Tomorrow is the auction, Mo Ling wanted to recover fully. The Purple-Gold Furnace s were definitely something that they were fighting over, and the Mo Family would definitely send people over to fight over them.

Come to think of it, Mo Ling had not seen anyone from the Mo Family. Could it be that she wanted to give up on the Purple-Gold Furnace?

Ou Yang Yin Shun didn't move from the bed. With a flip, he moved to the side of Ou Yang Yin Shun and laid down with his back facing Ou Yang Yin Shun and his clothes.

"Is the Third Miss going to take liberties with me again?" Ou Yang Yin Shun raised his eyebrows as he looked at Mo Ling, and teased.

"Don't argue, I want to rest!" Mo Ling said without turning his head back, his tone extremely domineering.

Ou Yang Yin Shun smiled slightly, his smile becoming more and more devilish. He realised that he was becoming more and more interested in Mo Ling, this was not a good thing.

Especially since Mo Ling was able to provoke the most primitive reaction from his body. Even though she was clearly a girl that hadn't blossomed yet, her charm was deep inside her bones, causing him to nearly lose her balance.

Looking at Mo Ling's emaciated back, Ou Yang Yin Shun had an impulse to hug her.

Damn it!

Ou Yang Yin Shun cursed, jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.

Early the next morning, Mo Ling opened her eyes under Ou Yang Yin Shun's charming gaze.

"Morning, Third Miss." Ou Yang Yin Shun opened his mouth and spoke in an abnormal manner, with a smile in his eyes as he stared at Mo Ling without blinking.

Mo Ling suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and wrapped herself in a blanket, trying to stay warm.

"You woke up at this time, I'm really worried that you won't make it in time to snatch the Purple-Gold Furnace." Ou Yang Yin Shun pretended to look at Mo Ling worriedly.

Hearing that, Mo Ling straightened her back and sat up. It was already time, the auction had already begun!

"Damn it!" Mo Ling glared fiercely at Ou Yang Yin Shun, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"No, no. I won't do anything that would disturb a dream. Third Miss sleeps so soundly, how can I disturb you? " Ou Yang Yin Shun's beautiful curvature pricked Mo Ling's eyes deeply.

Mo Ling took a deep breath and told herself not to be angry.

"Young Master Ouyang, please excuse me. I need to change." Mo Ling gritted his teeth as he spoke, using his eyes to tell Ou Yang Yin Shun to scram.

"Don't worry, I will naturally evade." Ou Yang Yin Shun still had the same disgusted expression as before, he glanced at Mo Ling and left the room in a flash.

After a while, Mo Ling walked out of the house. She wore a moon-white dress with dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. It was simple and elegant. A faint layer of gauze covered the outside, adding to the hazy beauty.

One more point was enough, and one less point was enough. Mo Ling's outfit was just right for her. After a period of treatment, her hair, which was like dried grass, had turned a lot darker and more beautiful. A white jade hairpin was tied up into a bun at one side, and some of her hair was scattered on her shoulders.

His thin and weak body, young and tender face, and indifferent expression gave birth to a unique charm.

A look of surprise flashed past Ou Yang Yin Shun's eyes.

"With such clothes on, he does look a little different." Ou Yang Yin Shun said indifferently, but the moment he turned around, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile that was hard to detect.

The auction had started almost two hours ago, and most of the items had already been bought. However, the number of people at the auction did not decrease, as they were all here for the Purple-Gold Furnace.

"Fortunately, I made it in time." Mo Ling walked into the auction, and immediately saw the Purple-Gold Furnace at the very back. Before it, there were only three items left.

The seat that Ou Yang Yin Shun arranged for him was the VIP room on the second floor, the moment Mo Ling sat down, she saw Mo Ling Yuan in the opposite room.

Mo Ling Yuan was wearing a goose yellow suit with pearls on her head. Although her exquisite face could not be described as bewitching, she was definitely not an ordinary person. Beside her sat a noble young master dressed in purple. The treasured sword in his hand was especially eye-catching. A pair of eyes that were like deep pools of water appeared on his handsome face. They seemed clear but were bottomless, and they emitted a bright light from laziness …

"Have you seen enough?" Ou Yang Yin Shun said unhappily when he saw Mo Ling staring at other people without blinking.

Mo Ling withdrew his gaze, his gaze landing on Ou Yang Yin Shun's face, as she asked suspiciously, "Who is that person beside Mo Ling Yuan? I have never seen him in the Mo Mansion. "

Ou Yang Yin Shun pushed his hands behind his head, his entire body leaning on the chair, and looked at Mo Ling lazily, "You are truly ignorant and ill-informed, the great Duke of Saints, Yin Xuan Sheng, you do not even know him?"

It was unknown if it was Mo Ling who saw it wrongly, but when Ou Yang Yin Shun mentioned Yin Xuan Sheng's name, a strange expression appeared on his face, as if he was extremely familiar with Yin Xuan Sheng.

"You know him?" Mo Ling said in a probing tone.

"Heh." Ou Yang Yin Shun laughed coldly, "Only a normal person like you wouldn't know him!"