The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

Chapter 1200 – Something major has occurred (4)


"This reason is indeed true." Nangong Liuyun smiled until his eyes were half-squinting. However, the next half of the sentence hit Beichen Ying with cuts and bruises all over, "But the current you doesn't have any way of dealing with Mo Family's second eldest."


"Mo Family's second eldest?" Beichen Ying, having heard what was said, immediately cried out in surprise.


Central Palace's Mo Family was one of the ten influential families in the present age. The Mo Family's second young master, Mo Yunfeng's, innate spirit strength and talent was very formidable. Back then, he even caused a great commotion in the continent.


Ordinarily, when clan elders lectured people, they usually had stiff faces while holding feather dusters and cursing angrily, "Look at Mo Family's Mo Yunfeng. Such a young age, and he's already blah blah…"


This Mo Yunfeng was the legendary 360 degrees, all-around perfect child in someone else's family.


Of course, Nangong Liuyun's reputation was even greater than Mo Yunfeng's, but every family elder was a wise person, right? Nangong Liuyun was like a distant G.o.d up high in the clouds. How could ordinary people catch up with him? This Mo Yunfeng's second young master was a live target that could be overtaken.


So, during little Beichen Ying's miserable childhood years, his ears had been flooded continuously with talk of how perfect Mo Family's second young master was. It was to the extent that he was extremely sensitive to the words 'Mo Yunfeng.'


Nangong Liuyun, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, raised his eyebrows up and down: "Why, are you still afraid of him?"


"Like I'd be afraid of him?" Suddenly, it seemed as if someone had stepped on Beichen Ying's tail, and he almost jumped up excitedly, "Right now, I'm at the eighth rank. The peak of the eighth rank, at that. How can he be compared to me?! He is only worthy for making tea and pouring water for me."


Beichen Ying snorted unhappily.


Nangong Liuyun had his hands behind his back as he stood up. His gaze was directed towards something really far away and then landed on the small black dots in the distance: "Before we entered the Nine Different Palace Halls, I heard this Mo second young master was at the peak of the eighth rank. Don't know what he's at now."


'He's also at the peak of the eighth rank?' Beichen Ying's expression suddenly turned grim as he cursed inwardly, 'Mo Yunfeng, you better stay there. Don't you dare break through before I do!'


However, Beichen Ying's cursing didn't seem to have any effect. Very quickly, the distant black dots soon arrived before Nangong Liuyun's group.


Mo Yunfeng was dressed in sky blue robes, with a jade-like face and a handsome, bright and G.o.dly appearance. He really was an elegant and fine young master who truly stood above the common crowd.


His eyes were like the colours of autumn, his red lips curved up, carrying a smile that was warm like jade. Just seeing it would give others a favorable impression of him.


"Oh, Nangong, Beichen. So, it turned out to be you two." Mo Yunfeng rode astride a large horse as he dashed over. After pulling on the reins, his smile was full of deep meaning.


"What? You're not even surprised to see the two of us?" Beichen Ying had both his hands behind his back like an old man, glancing askance at Mo Yunfeng.


Mo Yunfeng jumped off the horse's back and cupped his hands together, apologizing humbly, "Begging pardon, begging pardon. There were rumours circulating that you had gone to Xian's Wood Residence, and this place is the only road there. So…"


He had a smile on his face, and his att.i.tude was extremely good, carrying a smile as he looked at Nangong Liuyun and the others. However, when his gaze swept over Nangong Liuyun, it was filled with some deep meaning.


Nangong Liuyun calmly stood in place, his expression nonchalant and aloof, like a spirited eagle in the night sky. He possessed a show of disdain for the heavens, looking disdainfully at the world's strong in an overbearing manner.


Mo Yunfeng's eyes creased slightly, his opinion couldn't be seen.


'Didn't Li Yaoyao say that Nangong Liuyun had suffered serious injuries and was on the verge of death? Looking at him now, why does it seem like he's totally fine? Or maybe the several people before him were using powerful connections to intimidate people?'


Just at this moment, an angry voice rang out from within the horse carriage, "Why did we stop? Hurry up and let's go!"


Hearing this voice, our Miss Su unconsciously pulled back her neck and silently retreated a step.


Truly, after hurting someone for no reason, she had somewhat of a guilty conscience…