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In his previous life, Mo Li had always been tough and tenacious. He didn't like making friends with people for no reason, but he definitely wouldn't allow them to bully him.

The disciples of Xue Yue had always only bullied others.

Mo Li knew in his heart that if it weren't for the fact that he still had some skills, he would have already been killed by the hawk-nosed man sent by South Heaven Break Moon. The two of them did not have any grudges between them. They had only sent people to kill each other because they were jealous. After leaving the forest, they had not forgotten to give the Feral Tiger Mercenaries the order to kill them.

He was a viper. Even if he didn't die, he would always be concerned about the viper that would deal him a fatal blow!

Mo Li repositioned himself in his heart to deal with this sort of enemy. His purpose in coming across them was to find a way to eliminate them once and for all.

Mo Li thought that he wasn't weak, but he wasn't arrogant enough to challenge a mercenary group by himself. What's more, he still hadn't fully recovered from the aftermath of his treatment of Ning Qianyu.

His goal was the south, not just for himself, but for the people of the Flying Swallow Mercenary Group. Although they had only met by chance, Mo Li did not wish to implicate his friend, the Flying Swallow Mercenary Group. If Southfall didn't find a way to cause trouble for him, perhaps he would make a move against the Flying Swallow Mercenary Group.

He could only think of a way to lure him out. Even if he didn't come, he would have to make sure that they didn't dare to provoke him. The Feral Tiger Mercenaries was an opportunity.

Mo Li was not a rigid cultivator in the Xue Yu. The area of the Xue Yu was very large, and all sorts of dangerous areas were natural places for training. Adding to the countless slaughters he had experienced in his previous life, Mo Li's natural vigilance was extraordinary. He'd long since discovered that someone was watching behind him, and that fellow had a spirit realm cultivation base. According to what he knew, the Feral Tiger Mercenaries only had four or more Spirit Realm Patriarchs besides Golden Tiger. Since Venom Snake had died in his hands, this fellow should be one of the three.

From the looks of it, what happened last night wasn't without any effect. The Golden Tiger had already turned his attention to himself, so the men of the Flying Swallow Mercenaries shouldn't be in any danger.

Ignoring the people following him from behind, Mo Li raised his head and realized that he was led by a waiter to a huge mansion.

The manor in front of him wasn't too different from the buildings he saw along the way. The only difference was that it was much larger than ordinary houses. There were no ends to be seen from both sides of the gate. There was a pair of stone lions guarding the house faithfully. On the pitch-black wooden plaque above the gate, the two golden words "Ye Residence" shone with a dazzling light under the afternoon sun.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk …" A rich family is just not the same! " Mo Li kept praising, and the attendant beside him could not help but have a little bit of pride in his eyes.

"To be honest, the Ye Clan's mansion in Tian Chi Town is this mansion!" The manservant gave Mo Li a thumbs-up, then led the two of them into the manor.

Along the way, they met many servants of the Ye family, but they didn't go up to ask. It seemed like the Third Young Master had already made his arrangements.

After entering the mansion, Mo Li finally saw the true prosperity of the Ye Family. The mansion's area was enormous, but what made Mo Li even more surprised was the Ye Family's style and layout. It seemed like the ancestors of the Ye Family were truly capable people.

The servants and maids in the mansion moved about unceasingly, looking at the incomparably handsome Mo Li in blue robes. All of the maids that did not come out year round had a face full of curiosity, and the braver ones secretly sent out their blessings, causing Feng Ling to pout unhappily, and she went up to Mo Li as though she was taking the oath to embrace his arm.

After passing through the corridors, Mo Li and Feng Ling finally arrived at their final destination, the Ye Family's living room.

"Hahaha …" I didn't expect nephew to remember what happened that year so clearly. Years will not spare us … In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed! "

"That's right!" However, Second Uncle Feng is the same as back then; he is still as elegant as ever! "

"Not at all, old me, I can't do that!"

Before he could enter the hall, he heard waves of hearty laughter from inside. Mo Li could clearly feel the wind chime beside him tremble, and the hand around his arm involuntarily tightened.

Second Uncle Feng?

Mo Li thought of something and calmly patted Feng Ling's hand.

Turning around, Feng Ling saw the face that had always been indifferent. The corner of her mouth had a faint smile, and her eyes were filled with encouragement.

The deep eyes made Feng Ling absent-minded for a moment. He already had a physical relationship with this man, but from start to finish, Feng Ling felt that Mo Li's eyes seemed to have magic, making it easy for people to lose themselves in them.

Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Feng Ling held Mo Li's hand and walked into the hall.

In the simple and unadorned great hall, a youth dressed in embroidered clothes was lightly sipping a cup of green tea. Two forty-something middle-aged men on the left side of the hall tilted their heads as the two of them entered.

The middle-aged man inside had a refined appearance. His gaze fell on Feng Ling the moment the two of them entered the room. A benevolent smile hung on his face. His blaming eyes revealed a hint of care.

The middle-aged man who was standing next to the door frowned, watching as Feng Ling held onto the hand of the man next to her.

A repressed aura surged out, but Mo Li's expression did not change at all. He secretly patted Feng Ling's shoulder, walked to the right side of the row of chairs, and sat down.

Eh?

Surprised, the middle-aged man opened his mouth slightly and his beard trembled a few times.

The young master on the seat of honor didn't care at all when he saw the two men fight. Instead, he clasped his hands towards Mo Li and said, "Hahaha … This must be Young Master Mo Li, right? "Indeed, you have an elegant demeanor. This one had wanted to drink and chat with Young Master Mo Li a long time ago!"

"Third Young Master Ye is too courteous. I have long seen Third Young Master Ye's elegance!"

"Oh?" He really couldn't remember when he saw Mo Li. Even this name was only found out after Feng Jiwen found him yesterday.

"I met Third Young Master once before!" Mo Li replied with a smile.

He didn't lie. He had indeed met Third Young Master Ye before, but he was still in the Heavenly Desolate Forest then. In the struggle for the position of the Fire Cloud Marten King, this fellow was the first one to lead the rest away. This was why Mo Li had a whole new level of respect for him.

"Hahaha …" That means we brothers are fated to be together! Brother Mo Li needs to stay in the manor for a few more days. With a few words, the Young Master closed the distance between him and Mo Li. Furthermore, he addressed Mo Li as a brother. Mo Li couldn't help but have a better impression of Third Young Master Ye.

As the two chatted, the two middle-aged men in front of them had their gazes on Feng Ling, "Ling'er …" You've been out for so long, and you're tired too, aren't you? Just wait and return with second uncle, don't worry … I'll help you explain things to your grandfather! "

Once again, Feng Ling's delicate body trembled as a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

What was to come would always come!