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Chapter Two Hundred and One: Repay the Son's Debt to the Father

Chapter 201: The son is debt to the father

At this moment, the city lord glanced at his son Mo Yan, who was kneeling in front of him, and his heart suddenly became soft.

Could it be that although he was so sorry for his bad intentions, every time he saw Mo Yan kneeling in front of him, he was reluctant to punish Mo Yan.

Just now, Cao Qiu came to report that the young master was causing trouble outside again. Mayfai didn't think it was originally considered. After all, such things often happened, so he was no longer surprised. With a helpless look, Mofai had to shake his head and sigh.

As the city lord, I have a lot of business tasks to deal with every day. Is my energy limited after all, so I won’t be circling around that boy Mo Yan every day, right?

So after a moment of silence, Mo Fei planned to let the housekeeper come forward to deal with Mo Yan's affairs.

But later, Cao Qiu said that the young master was a master who had cultivated his name this time. The man even named him, so he must go to meet him in person, otherwise he would have to put his only son Mo Yan in a big way.

Mayfa was shocked when he heard it on the spot. He had never met someone who dared to challenge him in Motuo City.

Could it be that he was afraid that his son would be in danger of his life and that the master was a traitor, so he hurriedly dispatched the elites in the city to prepare for a complete solution?

After all, Cao Qiu, the commander of the guards of Motuo City, is a first-class swordsman with great cultivation.

Even Cao Qiu couldn't figure out the true strength of that person. You can imagine how horrible this person was?

...

Mo Fei suddenly looked up slowly, looked at Xuanyuan Lingling, and then forced a smile and said, "Girl, the dog's fault is the first. This is my unscrupulous mistake. I will accompany the girl again."

After saying this, he suddenly took out an exquisite purse from his arms and handed it to Xuanyuan Lingling, saying, "A mere thing is not respectful. It is just a little compensation for the dog's fault. It can be regarded as a small amount of compensation for the girl's fault. It can also be regarded as a mental loss for the girl! I hope the girl will store it."

Xuanyuan Lingling did not rush to pick up the money bag in Mo Fei's hand, which was something that Mo Fei expected.

Experts with such strong cultivation naturally look down on ordinary things like Yinzi.

After all, the strength of others is there, just go to the barren mountains and forests and kill a few ferocious beasts. With the expensive beast spirit bones and beast spirit pills, as a master of Taoism, he naturally never lacks silver.

Could it be that he deliberately coughed dryly, then moved his eyes to Mo Yan again, glanced at Mo Yan who was kneeling on the ground, groaned and shouted: "Hmph! You little bastard who is not in a state of climate, why don't you kowtow to this girl quickly and admit your mistakes and apologize sincerely?"

Mo Yan was yelled like this and immediately climbed in front of Xuanyuan Lingling, and admitted his mistake at Xuanyuan Lingling: "I'm sorry, I don't know Mount Tai, I offended the master. I hope he can forgive me. The master will not remember the villain's fault."

Although Mo Yan is a playboy, he is very smart. Every time after getting into trouble, in order to avoid some physical pain, he can grasp the right measure when he is angry and take the initiative to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

In this regard, Mo Yan, who has always been arrogant and overwhelming, has achieved his ability to bend and stretch, which is indeed worthy of serious study by those playboys.

Xuanyuan Lingling did not look down at Mo Yan. Could it be that he took all this in his eyes, and he was immediately dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Lingling and frowned slightly.

However, the next second, could it be seen that Xuanyuan Lingling suddenly turned his head slightly, and actually looked at a middle-aged man behind her.

"Brother Qian, you can take the reward from City Lord Mo so generously!" Xuanyuan Lingling smiled at Qian Buyi with a very sincere attitude, without any disgusting behavior.

Everyone was immediately confused when they saw Xuanyuan Lingling's move. The city lord gave the city's heavy gold reward of silver, and he wanted to give it to a shabby man with an average appearance.

Everyone present at this moment looked at the middle-aged man with envious eyes.

What everyone thought was that the city lord had so much silver reward, why did that girl only give to the middle-aged man instead of herself?

Is it true that I am not lucky enough? I have to be poor and unlucky for the rest of my life?

But the next second, what everyone present never expected was that the poor man, who looked poor and miserable, shook his head and waved his hand.

"As the saying goes, you will not receive any reward without merit. If the city lord has such a huge reward, how dare the young one receive it for nothing?"

Money is poor and poor for most of his life, and he really needs money. He asks the matchmaker to help him talk about a matchmaker and is in a hurry to get a family.

After all, I have no relatives and no reason for this life. Now I am at an age of 1980. If I don’t ask for a wife for myself, I will end up living alone in the future. I will not even have someone to collect my body and bury my body. I think it’s really shabby.

But although he lived a hard life, he had read some books and allusions briefly and understood some superficial principles of being a human being.

We are poor and cannot be poor, and we must be poor to have backbone. Things that harm the heavens and harm the truth are absolutely impossible, and it is also a superficial truth.

It is not your own thing, so you must not want it.

Xuanyuan Lingling, who was beside him, saw that Qian Buyi was actually a person who was not jealous of money and was profit-oriented. He couldn't help but secretly admire the character of Qian Buyi.

At this moment, not only Xuanyuan Lingling had a good impression of Qian Buyi, but even the city lord who had been stunned on the spot also looked at Qian Buyi differently.

Xuanyuan Lingling suddenly took the money bag in Mo Fei's hand, but then stuffed the money bag into Qianbi's hand, saying, "Brother Qian, I will take this bag of silver to you for Lord Mo. When you become successful one day, you will give it back to Lord Mo."

Qian Buyi hesitated for a while, then he held the bag in his hand tightly, and then bowed to Xuanyuan Lingling and Mo Fei and thanked him: "Since that's the case, I will thank the girl and Lord Mo first. One day, if I really have the ability to repay the money, I will definitely go to Lord Mo's mansion and pay the bag of silver back twice."

After Qian Buyi said this, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly bowed to Mo Fei again and said, "If I don't have the luck of turning over in this life, even if I sacrifice my life and ignore it, I will definitely find ways to repay Lord Mo for borrowing silver today."

When the city lord heard this, he was stunned. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Although this person is down and out, he is not humble or arrogant in the face of the city lord, and he has a bit of character.

Faced with such a huge amount of money, it is really not easy for him to be able to control his character.

Well! It’s rare, it’s rare! Maybe this person is a poor family who is not recognized by talent, or maybe it’s because of the decline in his family that made him so depressed?

I wonder if my life is ups and downs, and I don’t know how much effort I have spent, so I can get the blessings of today.

Everyone just said that I am lucky, but behind every reward, how many people can know the blood and sweat he has paid?

But my unlucky dog, can he keep this hard-won family business after a hundred years?

But don’t end up like this man in front of you, you can end up being so unbearable!”

Could it be that I felt it suddenly, and I was quite sad because I was quite sad.

Qian Buyi was stunned when he saw this. He thought that Dao Fei was originally going to hand over the bag of silver to Xuanyuan Lingling. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Lingling transferred it to him again, so he felt quite unhappy.

Thinking of this, Qian Buyi held the money bag with both hands and handed it to Mo Fei, bowing and saying, "Lord Mo, should I return this money bag to you?"

Mayfai was shocked when he heard this, and quickly pushed away the bag of money that Qian Buyi handed over, and then asked in surprise: "What does the hero mean?"

Qian Buyi was slightly stunned, and said with a confused look on his face, "Report to Lord Mo, the young man is not rewarded and dare not take the city lord's money for nothing."

Mo Fei shook his head and smiled, "No, no! Didn't this girl already explain it very clearly just now?

This bag of silver was lent to you by the city lord. You must remember it, it was "borrowed" instead of giving it to you for nothing!

Since this is the case, how can we not be told about the innocence of merit?”

Qian Buyi touched his head, and immediately smiled awkwardly, and said slowly: "Just now, when the young man was talking to the city lord, he accidentally saw the city lord distracted. He seemed to have ignored the young man, and the young man thought he was..."

When he heard this, he laughed and said, "Just now, the city lord just suddenly remembered some trivial matters, so he walked for a while and didn't expect that it would cause a misunderstanding for the hero. Haha... It really shouldn't be!"

Qian Buyi seemed to understand it, and stood there in a daze and smiled foolishly.

Could it be that he glanced at his son Mo Yan, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, suddenly fell on Xuanyuan Lingling again, and then slowly said: "Miss, have you forgiven me for being a bad dog?"

Xuanyuan Lingling nodded slightly and said, "Old Mo, please forgive me for yours. After all, children will not be able to become a big climate after all."

In terms of age, Xuanyuan Lingling is not a few years older than Mo Yan. As soon as she said this, could she look at Mo Yan immediately, and there was displeasure on the faces of both father and son.

May he was slightly stunned, feeling quite angry, and said to himself: "Even if Mo Yan is not good at all, it's not your turn, a yellow-haired girl, to teach this city lord a lesson, right?

Besides, just in terms of age, the eldest son of this city is very old. You, a yellow-haired girl, are disrespectful to the person who said this city, and you just called him Lao Mo, but you even cursed the son of this city, Mo Yan, and you can't become a big deal. What's your intention?

Hum... I have been holding you for a long time. You, a yellow-haired girl, are really bullying others a little too much, right?"

Although I was extremely unhappy in my heart, I was a person who lived a long life and experienced countless storms. What kind of occasions have I never experienced?

So Mo Fei's face suddenly became extremely calm. He suddenly smiled at Xuanyuan Lingling and nodded repeatedly, "The girl taught her a lesson, but she was stupid, but she didn't know what to do to train this rebellious son into a promising person?"

The implicit sound of Mo Fei was faintly filled with a contempt for Xuanyuan Lingling.

However, although Xuanyuan Lingling was able to cultivate and was also held the important position of the wizard of the country of Chiang State, she was too young after all. She could not hear the implicit meaning of the sentence.

"Old Mo, the recruitment season for freshmen in the imperial capital Limo Hall is coming soon. You can let Mo Yan participate in the freshmen's entrance examination. No matter what the final result is, whether you can successfully enter Limo Hall. This will only benefit but not harm to Mo Yan.

Xuanyuan Lingling raised her pretty eyebrows and when she lifted Li Motang, she became excited.

Mayfai was shocked when he heard this, and immediately opened his eyes wide, nodded, and said, "That's right!"
Chapter completed!
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