Chapter 7

There was a whimper of sobs from the bottom. I was sure that there would not be any fool who didn't take the Pearl, but two came out at once.

In particular, the people who have been sitting at the bottom of the Muxiang mansion are annoyed.

At this time, Muxiang has been seated at the center of the challenge arena. Seeing someone holding the empty basin, he subconsciously looks to the second floor.

But at this time, the second floor put down the gauze, vaguely only to see a man and a woman sitting there, the others can no longer see.

"Well, I don't know!" Mu xiangleng hums, drinks tea immediately, and waits for the competition to start.

……

On the second floor, Muyun Geun clearly catches the anger flashed in Muxiang's eyes downstairs. Her eyes are slightly curved with a smile.

"You don't just seem to hate mulingzhu." There was a voice of indifference and exploration.

Hearing this, Muyun Geun raised her eyebrows slightly. Then she picked up a piece of Osmanthus cake on the table in front of her, lifted up a little veil and took a bite of the cake.

"Well, it's delicious."

On one side, Ding Xian stood there, slightly drawing the corners of his mouth, and subconsciously looked at the master whose eyes were directly ignored.

In my heart, I wonder where the strange woman came out.

Just to remind Muyun Geun to pay attention to discretion, she saw Muyun Geun look at her master and her lips opened gently. "You didn't and didn't take Muyun pearl just now, did you hate Muyun people?"

For the man in front of her, Mu Yunjin is curious. There are many dark guards hidden around him, which makes her alert at all times and dare not relax completely.

"Here we go."

The voice of indifference came from one side. Muyun Geun glanced at the people on the side of her eyes. Her eyes were a trace of disdain, cold and like a piece of wood.

She would not have cared about the man if it had not been for the excellent location on the second floor.

It's boring.

Ding Xian is eager to throw down the woman who is disrespectful to her husband, but he doesn't seem to mind her staying here, and he's not ready to do anything about it.

It's strange that the master is singing today. He left such a woman here to watch the game with him. It's a ghost.

……

At the bottom, the challenge arena is full of people. Mu Lingzhu stands in the center, with a gentle smile on his face. His eyes are full of pride and pride.

"The title given by the emperor in this competition is" Mingjun ". Please express your opinions in order and leave them to the last one to be the leader of this competition."

The old man who presided over the Douwen competition said nothing, but there was a great deal of noise under him.

On the second floor, Mu Yunjin heard the question and hissed coldly. She tapped her fingers on the table and felt impatient for a moment.

Originally thought there would be any wonderful topic, but it turned out to be more than who can flatter!

I really overestimate the Douwen competition.

However, she came here today, not just to watch the game, but to have something important.

Think about it, Muyun Geun thief Xi a smile, from the sleeve out of a ready bag, slowly untie.

Take out a white pill and a slingshot.

Mu Yunjin's series of actions all fall into the eyes of the man beside her, and her black eyes move slightly.

After putting the pill on the slingshot, muyunjin gently pulled it, picked up the slingshot, pointed at the position where mulingzhu stood below, and aimed

At this time, on the first floor of the challenge arena, some scholars and scholars who came to the competition were describing their own "Mingjun". When it was time for mu Lingzhu to open his mouth, no one noticed that a small thing flew out of the curtain on the second floor.

Muyun Geun bounced the white pill out before mulingzhu spoke, and the pill fell on mulingzhu's body without any mistake. From an original formed pill, it turned into a pile of powder and sprayed on mulingzhu's body.

After listening to the previous person's explanation, mu Lingzhu was about to smile and open his mouth. Suddenly, his eyebrows and heart were wrinkled together, and he began to crazily grasp his face and neck with his hands. It seemed that he was not addicted to it. Then he pulled off his neatly combed bun and grabbed his scalp with his hands.

"Ah..."

"It's itchy..."

Mu Lingzhu exclaimed, and all the people below stared at the scene. What happened to the Miss mu?