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At the same time, Mo Da, who was leading Mu Rong Xian further and further away, was also thinking about Mo Yan.

Was this a coincidence?

Mordor wondered uncertainly if he had revealed too much of the law to Ink Moon. So let him hold his own? Therefore, time and time again, he could always come up with a satisfactory answer. To a certain extent, he even surpassed the carefully nurtured descendants of the royal family?

Mu Rong Xian was completely oblivious to what Molda was thinking. He was still praising General Molda's brilliant martial prowess. He was truly a role model for the heroes of this world to learn from.

At this time, Molda suddenly stopped and looked at Mu Rong Xian with an extremely serious expression as he asked this question.

"Do you think I'm really a role model for the world to learn?"

Mu Rong Xian nodded. He spoke with absolute certainty. Just as he had lied in front of his father.

As the saying goes, even thousands of people would not be able to wear a horse! He, Mu Rong Xian, had already displayed his shamelessness to the extreme. It was unlikely that Mo Da would keep staring at him and be so obsessed with him, right?

However, Mu Rong Xian only found out about it afterwards. How wrong he had been!

Just when Mu Rong Xian was praising Mo Da as a successful role model, Mo Da unexpectedly humbly followed him back to the living room. Then Morda threw himself into the chair and called to the butler.

"Go!"

"Go to my backyard right now and call my ten favorite concubines over! [I am going to drink with Master Xian today!] Let them all dress up! Take out all your skills to entertain my esteemed guest! "

Yes!

Housekeeper Cong accepted the order and left, disappearing from sight like the wind.

After following the path Mo Da had taken, she slowly walked to Minchu and stood behind him.

The hall in front of him was brightly lit. Embroidery silk-like willow branches, beautiful half covered the line of sight. Behind the hazy half of the veil, the bewitched concubines were like spirits born in the night sky. One by one, they walked past Murong Xian and Molda, revealing their bare yet slender ankles. On the back of her foot, there was a Y-shaped anklet. Over a hundred little bells hung from the exquisite chains.

Every time a beauty walked around, the bell would ring. Be quick or slow, or excite or low.

Mu Rong Xian soon felt that his line of sight had been skillfully extended by the bell sound, turning into a soft line that was like noodles as it moved up and down.

He tried to persuade her to drink more. This good-for-nothing, who was already used to being drunk on the edge of sleep, was soon completely released by Molda's deliberate connivance. He bravely reached out to tug on the pitifully little bandage on Ji Ru's body.

Furthermore, due to Ji Rong's orders, she had to entertain the guest well. Therefore, the ten concubines present must have tried their best to curry favor with Mu Rong Xian.

At this time, Molda actually put down his wine cup and pretended to ask a question to Murong Xian.

"Young master Xian. Do you think that my ten concubines are worthy of your notice? "

At this time, Mu Rong Xian was so drunk that he couldn't even remember his father. However, he still laughed and said that he was drunk to the point that he looked good! Beautiful!

Morda nodded and said, If it's nice, why don't you pick a few and take them home to play?

Mu Rong Xian really thought that Mo Da was serious at that time! After all, he had previously said that in order to make up for the fact that the other party didn't buy the 49, he was willing to personally gift three beautiful women to him.

Mu Rong Xian immediately laughed out loud. As he said this, he was really going to start the selection.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred!