Chapter 152 Prison Storm

Mo Yu laughed dryly, bent down to pick up the chopsticks, straightened up and handed another one over to Yun'er, sticking out his tongue in gloating.

"Yun'er, don't mess around." Liu Ningxuan's voice had no trace of ripples, and the corner of his eye glanced at Mo Yu inadvertently.

"Sir, what Yun'er said is true. This young disciple really saved Yimei, and that beauty is Sister Youlan."

Unconvinced, Yun'er put her hands on her hips and pointed at Mo Yu, fearing that her words would be interrupted, so she began to speak vividly: "This is what happened..."

Mo Yu had a dark face the whole time as he listened to Yun'er's nonsense.

As expected, this girl didn't tell the truth. Her words were far from the truth, she exaggerated, and she demonstrated them with actions. She was as false as she wanted.

The fact that Youlan's carriage was out of control is telling the truth, but the following content cannot be heard or heard: Why did he kick the driver out of the carriage, let Bi'er hold on to the wood of the carriage to take care of herself, and then hugged Youlan in his arms, deliberately prolonging the control of the horse.

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After landing, Youlan lay shyly on his chest and whispered softly. He pretended to be noble and affectionate, but Yun'er herself turned into justice. She couldn't bear to look directly and stood up to accuse a man and a woman of being incommunicado, but she was met with misfortune.

He sternly shouted back...

"Stop it!"

Mo Yu really couldn't listen anymore. He waved his hand to interrupt Yun'er's words and deeds. He looked at Liu Ningxuan and said helplessly: "The thing is not what Yun'er said. It's just that the carriage is out of control. I can't just sit idly by and help. I didn't have any skin."

touch."

"Well, I know Yun'er exaggerated."

Liu Ningxuan Yun Danfeng spoke softly, and when Mo Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Yun'er and said: "Young Master Mo and we are just gentlemen, and we have our own freedom to act. You must not overstep and interfere in the future. What's more, a hero saves a beauty.

This has been happening since ancient times. To obstruct a beautiful marriage is to be regarded as a serious crime. Do you remember this?"

"Oh, Yun'er remembered."

Yun'er intertwined her hands in response, raised her head and peeked towards the opposite side, and found a look of disappointment on Mo Yu's face. She couldn't bear it, and felt that she seemed to have gone too far this time.

Mo Yu was indeed a little discouraged in his heart, especially when Liu Ningxuan talked about the friendship between gentlemen and the beautiful marriage, his heart felt like a needle pricking for no reason.

Is this the feeling of heartache? It is different from the despair of a relative dying, this is more like having your heart pinched.

Indeed, now the two of them only have a vague appreciation for each other and are not very happy, so they are not qualified to interfere too much.

Secondly, Liu Ningxuan has not yet admitted that she is a daughter. Knowing it is one thing, but telling her about it is another matter. It is so ambiguous and completely nondescript.

The most important point is that Mo Yu knows that Liu Ningxuan's identity is mysterious and he is by no means a member of ordinary Jianghu forces. There is a huge gap in status and strength, and there is no room for personal affairs between his children.

"The food is a little cold. Don't say anything else. Let's eat first."

Mo Yu forced a smile, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of stir-fried vegetables into his mouth, saying vaguely: "I'm not afraid of Brother Liu's jokes. I haven't had a good meal all morning. It just so happens that I caught up with a table of delicious food."

"Yun'er, go get the jar of wine." Liu Ningxuan lightly opened her red lips.

Yun'er turned around and walked to the counter to retrieve a jar of fine wine, patted off the mud seal, and filled it up for Mo Yu and Liu Ningxuan.

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry." Yun'er's eyes turned red and she handed the wine bowl to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu shook his head and chuckled. When he took the wine bowl, he flicked Yun'er's forehead with his finger: "Are you right about me?"

Yun'er pursed her lips, nodded heavily, and returned to sit down next to Liu Ningxuan.

"Brother Liu, I respect you."

Mo Yu gestured to Liu Ningxuan with his wine bowl, knowing that the other party would not touch the bowl with him, so he raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

Liu Ningxuan's cold face softened slightly, and she covered her face with her white sleeves and lightly took a sip.

Without much communication, Mo Yu was indeed a little hungry. People who practice martial arts have a larger appetite than ordinary people, and fighting with others requires more nourishment. He suffered internal injuries this time, so he should eat and drink well.

Mr. Liu has been sitting quietly not far away. He has been like this since Mo Yu met him. He eats at different tables, is taciturn and dressed in gray. He has always been by Liu Ningxuan's side.

This is a master. Mo Yu doesn't know how high he is. He used to think that he was somewhere between the sixth and seventh heavens, but after rescuing him a few days ago, he no longer thinks so.

After having had enough wine and food, Mo Yu swept away all his melancholy and left his seat to say goodbye to Liu Ningxuan: "I'll go back and see the people in Kongtong first, so as not to worry them."

"Wait a minute."

Liu Ningxuan stood up and called Mo Yu, looked straight into his beautiful eyes, and said calmly: "To prevent those dandies from bitching back, I have booked all of this inn. Kongtong Shan lives on the west side of the backyard. You can find it yourself."

Mo Yu's heart was complicated. Liu Ningxuan didn't help him just once or twice. Every time he helped him, he was thoughtful and considerate, which was very important. He owed him more and more kindness.

Unable to do so, this is not the time to be pretentious, so she clasped her fists seriously and said, "Ning Xuan, thank you."

When such an affectionate name came out of his mouth, Mo Yu was stunned, Liu Ningxuan was stunned, and Yun'er covered her mouth in shock.

The atmosphere was awkward. Mo Yu felt his face heat up and ran towards the backyard as if he was running away. He swore to his heart that the words Ning Xuan were just words that came from his feelings. There was absolutely no intention to be offensive or offensive!

"Little... Master."

Yun'er looked at Liu Ningxuan in disbelief. Seeing the latter's face turned red, she exclaimed in her heart: "It's over. Brother Mo is not only the first person to have touched the young lady's body, but also the first person to address her so intimately."

"Yun'er, come to my room later to get the medicine list."

Liu Ningxuan forced herself to remain calm and left without squinting. No one knew her state of mind at this time. The iceberg that had not moved for thousands of years felt warmth for the first time and began to melt.

Once upon a time, countless young talents came to visit Jiang Zhiqing, including many talented disciples of various sects, proud heirs of hidden sects, officials, and even the royal family had admirers.

There was an endless stream of people, but no one could get a peek or talk to her intimately. This time she was traveling around Tianhe on the order of her master, and at the same time she was avoiding annoying pursuits.

As fate would have it, I met a young man in black clothes at a Pianyu Inn. He was neither handsome nor a genius, but he came into contact with her body several times by accident and gradually got closer to her.

It is undeniable that he has a depth that is different from ordinary people, there is always desolation in his eyes, and there is a fierce murderous intention. What experience can create such a character?

She was curious, so she explored, and subtly, she got deeper and deeper...

Entering the backyard, Mo Yu patted his heart and gasped, "Good guy, this is too exciting, more nervous than fighting Lu Pingsong."

After calming down, I heard the sound of laughter coming from the guest room on the west side of the courtyard. I immediately identified the owner and guessed the general process of the fight with the dandy.

Walking up the stairs, the voices in the guest room disappeared instantly, as if the people in the room sensed someone approaching.

"Uncle Li, it's me." Mo Yu lightly knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and Li Gengyu welcomed Mo Yu in with a smile on his face. There was another person inside, a familiar face, the fiery-tempered elder Huang Gengri.

Huang Gengri was famously straight-tempered in Kongtong Mountain. To put it mildly, he had a weak brain and a bad temper.

Huang Gengri would never give in when he had a dispute with those dandies. Fortunately, Liu Ningxuan came to help, otherwise there would have been a murder case today.

"Elder Huang, you are doing well these days." Mo Yu bowed his hands in greeting.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Huang Gengri waved his hands in embarrassment. He was very afraid and admired this Kongtong benefactor. Today he caused trouble again and was ashamed.

"Mo Yu, I didn't think carefully this morning and didn't take the overall situation into consideration. I'm really sorry."

"Haha, I've already told Elder Huang, you know his character." Li Gengyu closed the door and came over.

"Elder Huang, there is no need to blame yourself. I already know the matter. It's not your fault. It's all those dandies who are making unreasonable troubles and bringing trouble on themselves."

Mo Yu comforted him with a warm voice and motioned for the two of them to sit down. Then he sat aside and asked, "How many people are left outside Kongtong Mountain who have not entered the city?"

"There are still thirty disciples lingering outside. They are being taken care of by Elder Liu and the other three. They are expected to enter the city within four days." Huang Gengri replied in a rough voice. He entered the city this morning and had the clearest knowledge.

Mo Yu nodded, his eyes flickering as he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he looked at Li Gengyu: "Uncle Li, where are all the people entering the city placed?"

Li Gengyu was dedicated to this matter and answered without hesitation: "With our original inn as the center, we are distributed in a circle and live in three inns: Huifeng, Jufu and Longhua."

"Um."

Mo Yu agreed very much with this arrangement and continued: "I don't plan to let the Kongtong disciples participate this time. I will first let the able-bodied disciples send the wounded to the city for medical visits in batches. Treatment is the most important thing."

Li Gengyu and Li Gengyu knew Mo Yu's intention. These disciples were the last sparks of Kongtong Mountain. Most of them were injured and could not withstand the wear and tear, so they had no objections.

"Uncle Li, has Mr. Wang contacted you?" Mo Yu suddenly remembered the assassin in the City Lord's Mansion and asked with concern.

"Never."

Li Gengyu shook his head, with no worry on his face: "Senior brother, you have your own sense of what you do, don't worry."

Mo Yu did not answer. Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that one of the assassins in the City Lord's Mansion this morning was Wang Gengche. So who is the other person?

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At the same time, in the west corner of the city, there was a prison where criminals were detained in Yihe City.

The prison is not just an ordinary prison, it is built around a mine. Those with minor crimes are dragged to work in the mine every day, and some death row prisoners and criminals who miss money are also brought in to top up their wages.

The sun was shining brightly, and hundreds of prisoners were bending over to mine ore. Their prison uniforms were dirty, their hands and feet were chained, and everyone had no image, their hair was disheveled and they were being driven around.

"Hurry up, why are you waiting so long? You're courting death!"

Dozens of jailers and supervisors were scattered around the prisoners. They all held rattan whips and beat the prisoners ferociously. Some of the weak and elderly people were beaten until their skin was torn and their flesh was torn, and they were wailing.

The division of labor is very clear. Some people are responsible for cutting stones, some are responsible for transporting, and the rest are arranged for loading, unloading and sorting.

In the east corner of the mine, a man in a prison uniform covered with bloodstains was struggling to chip away at the rocks. His dirty face concealed his heroic spirit. Every time he swung the shovel, his strong muscles were exposed. Unlike other prisoners, this man was given an extra

Double the amount of food taken, and only give one rough meal a day.

"Zhang Zhang, wait for me!"

The young man's eyes were burning with endless hatred, and even though the wound on his back was burning and painful, he didn't even have the slightest intention to scream. Yes, he was Du Feng who planned to go to jail!

"When the storm is turbulent, that will be the day when you, the thief, will be beheaded!"
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