Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 665: Haven’t you hugged enough?

This was too conspicuous, but it was inconvenient to get away. He wanted to teleport away, but a voice suddenly sounded.

"Song Yunmo, you are still so likable."

Hearing this, the women surrounding her all looked at Mu Huayan, who was sitting on the stool, with angry expressions. They almost asked who she was. She was convinced by just one sentence.

"Hey, do you understand first come first served?"

"That's right, even if you and he have known each other for a long time, so what?"

People around said that there was going to be a good show to watch. After all, three women make a show, and with so many women, no one knew who would be the winner.

Mu Huayan put down the alchemy work in her hands, put away the pills on the table, and walked in front of the group of women.

"Others are mine, and their lives are mine, too."

She smiled lightly, held out her hand to him, and spoke with a slightly angry tone.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come over here?"

The people around him burst into laughter, thinking that he was a servant and that he would just let it go. The women standing in front of him also laughed at him.

"Who are you to be so confident? If he is really the Emperor of Man, it would not be your turn as a female cultivator to order him around."

"Hey, since he is Song Yunmo, he is the real emperor. How can you marry him?"

"..."

Song Yunmo walked down the stairs under everyone's gaze, and a memory came to her mind. She had said something similar at that time.

The people around her were either surprised or jealous. Some said how could this be possible? How could she, a female cultivator, be favored by the Emperor?

Song Yunmo's expression slightly changed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a barely perceptible bitterness.

Just like before, he confidently placed his broad palm on her slender white hand. Mu Huayan's face softened, and her five fingers tightly grasped his hand.

I led him to his seat, and when he sat down, I could feel the jealousy and anger of the women around him.

But after all the talk, Song Yunmo was unwilling to pretend to marry her and draw out the conspiracy of the person behind the scenes. The reason was very simple.

"Feel sorry."

Mu Huayan concentrated and calmed down, not understanding why he refused. It was just a formality, not a real marriage.

She stood up and slammed the table, looking at him, her eyes filled with anger and confusion.

"Song Yunmo, don't forget, you are still..."

She didn't say anything more when the words came to her lips, but nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I will only be happy if you all get mad at me to death, right?"

The men around her noticed her anger and subconsciously stood up, looking cowardly, while the woman showed a look of disgust.

What the hell is wrong with her? She suddenly became so fierce. If you don’t know, you would think the two men were her friends.

But Gao Moqiu and the other two were so frightened that they quickly stood up, smiled bitterly and looked at each other. Gao Moqiu seemed to see the concerns in his heart.

When she was about to explain it to him, Mu Huayan grabbed Song Yunmo's sleeve and dragged him out of the inn.

Gao Moqiu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and prayed in his heart that Song Yunmo would not get beaten.

"Do you have any concerns? Is it because of Xuan Huangzi?"

The two walked on the street, but Song Yunmo remained silent for a long time. Mu Huayan was not in a hurry to get an answer. If they both refused to agree, there was only one way.

The plan was to sneak into one of the sects and see what their conspiracy was, but this strategy was not ideal.

Song Yunmo suddenly stopped. There was a river bank in front of him, with several boats sailing on the river.

Mu Huayan looked at him puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

But he just moved his lips and did not ask the words in his heart. Mu Huayan smiled helplessly.

"This is not like you, Song Yunmo."

He still didn't say anything, knowing that he shouldn't care so much. After all, the relationship between the two of them had ended long ago, but he still felt a sense of loss in his heart.

There was also the reluctance and helplessness in losing her, but his face was calm and expressionless.

"Forget it. If you have your own reasons, I won't force you."

"By the way, how are you going to give Xuan Huangzi an explanation about the cause of Zhang Ling's death?"

Song Yunmo avoided the question about the cause of Zhang Ling's death and asked her why she didn't ask Gao Moqiu to pretend to be her husband. "After all, you two are Taoist couples, and others won't be suspicious."

Mu Huayan was a little annoyed after hearing this. She raised her hand and looked at the Taoist Couple Mark on her palm. "I wanted to save him, so I had no choice but to form a Taoist Couple Mark with him just now."

"I am still his senior sister, and he is also my worried junior brother."

Seeing Mu Huayan's nonchalant look, Song Yunmo felt that this matter was not worth it for her and it also caused her considerable harm. After all, the Taoist Couple Mark was very important. "You, you and him?"

He swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

"Song Yunmo, what do you want to ask?"

She took the longbow from the stall next to her and hit the flying bird in the air with one strike.

The boss handed over the dead bird with a smile, and Mu Huayan asked him to roast it first.

It is already the middle of the night, and in a few hours it will be the morning.

"Forget it. Hemming and hawing is not like you at all."

"How come you, who used to be such a domineering person, have changed?"

Mu Huayan's eyes would occasionally fall on his face, observing his expression. Ever since they separated from him, they had developed a sense of alienation.

Song Yunmo also kept a safe distance from her and would not touch her easily unless absolutely necessary, and Mu Huayan saw all of this.

Seeing that she was so happy and didn't feel disadvantaged at all, Song Yunmo guessed something.

"You and him have the Taoist partner mark? How did you accomplish it?"

"Does it matter? It's just a useless mark."

At this point, she suddenly understood why he was unwilling to pretend to be her husband to obtain information.

"You don't need to care about Gao Moqiu's mood. He and I are just fake Taoist partners. Our real purpose is to save him."

In this way, Song Yunmo would have no worries and would no longer feel that his actions would damage her reputation or ruin their relationship.

And his heart didn't seem to be so blocked anymore, but when he came back to his senses, Mu Huayan stretched out her hand to him.

"Give me your hand."

He stretched out his hand stiffly, but Mu Huayan held it tightly. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar and pulled it down. He was in a trance for a moment.

A whisper sounded in his ears, "Then may I ask this Taoist friend, are you willing to marry me?"

At the same time, the surrounding environment has changed. It is already the time of the morning. Many young men and women come here to watch the sunrise. Laughter and joy echo around.

All kinds of sweet words are heard, making the listeners feel soft-hearted and moved.

Song Yunmo was still in a trance, but his heart was trembling. He didn't know how long he had been in such close contact with her. His heart was beating wildly again.

It wasn't until she leaned close to his cheek and her breath sprayed on his face that he came back to his senses. His eyes trembled slightly. After their eyes met for a few breaths, he looked away.

What he heard was her sneer. She put one hand around his neck, wanting to mock him, but someone bumped into her.

Song Yunmo quickly grabbed her waist and lifted her up to lean against him, but the distance between them was very close. Mu Huayan's eyes were shocked.

When I met his eyes, I saw the protective love in his eyes.

Mu Huayan quickly lowered her eyes and retracted her neck, looking embarrassed. She moved her waist that he was holding tightly.

Song Yunmo's eyes were fixed on her face. Mu Huayan coughed lightly, but he still didn't respond, so he said angrily:

"Haven't you hugged me enough yet?"