Princess Against the World

"What's wrong? Don't you believe me, did I fight that person!?" Mo Xuanchen's eyes fell slightly.

These guys didn't speak, he took it for granted that no one believed his words.

The moment his eyes fell, his fingertips were raised at random, and pointed at the man: "If you don't believe it..."

"Letter, believe, I believe..." the man promised hurriedly.

Does he dare to believe what a person who even dared to beat their Mo family Patriarch said?

Especially the look in the man's eyes is obvious-if you don't believe it, just beat him up.

In this case, can he not believe it? !

"So, few, you guys have fun eating here and having fun, I, we won't bother!"

The man smiled all over his face. He hurriedly waved at the people around him, leading them back in embarrassment.

"stop!"

The faint, cold voice behind them made them stop quickly.

"Did I let you go?" Mo Xuanchen frowned and walked over, his face full of displeasure, "Who allowed you to go?"

"... Then, that, we..."

"What's your name?"

The man hesitated, but still did not dare to lie: "I, my name is Zhuge Dali..."

"You are not from the Mo family?"

"No, no, I am, oh, no, nor is it, I work in the Mo family, a small handyman, really." Zhuge vigorously accompanied the smiling face.

"Can a little handyman have such great rights?" Mo Xuanchen glanced at the others, with a smile but a smile: "Or, I ask them?"

Even if the Mohists had the ability, they would not be a small handyman, they would be able to show off on such occasions.

Judging from the looks of a few of them, this guy's official position should not be small, but he didn't dare to tell the truth.

Sure enough, Zhuge Dali's expression changed drastically when he heard these words, and he waved his hand quickly.

"No, no, no need..."

These people are all his subordinates.

Not to mention his identity, that is, the eight generations of his ancestors burned to ashes, and they all knew him.

I didn’t dare to lie at the moment, and accompany the smiling face in a serene manner: "I, I am...I am the villager of this generation of Zhuangzi, the head of the village...but I just bear a false name, no, I don’t have much power, really. I am the same as them, both a handyman..."

"If the handyman is like you, can the Mo Family still afford it?" Mo Xuanchen smiled suddenly: "Don't worry, I'm not embarrassing you, but I feel like I'm inviting someone to dinner recently. How about a treat?"

"Eat, now, invite me?" Zhuge was dazed, "You, you guys, haven't you just eaten?"

"We have eaten, but you haven't, so we invite you to dinner!"

"...No, no, I, I have eaten..." Zhuge Dali backed away with a smile on his face.

Under such an occasion, it would be uneasy to invite him to dinner in a decent way.

The fool went to eat!

But just backed up two steps, the back of his neck was tight, and the back of his neck was pinched by a pair of big hands.

"What's the matter, don't you show your face, brother?" Feng Chenglin's smiling face appeared from one side, not smiling, grimly, "We asked Mr. Mo to invite you to dinner, and you still don't show your face?"

"No, it's not..." Zhuge struggled vigorously, and did not break away from the other's fingers at all, his heart grew hairy and timid, accompanied by a smiling face, "I, I think this meal is a bit too expensive, let everyone waste it, really If it’s inappropriate, just don’t eat it, right?"