Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 802 The original hero is a woman? 31

  Feng Yang stretched out his hand and touched his nose, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

   "Why did you suddenly come to the Prince's Mansion?" Up to now, Mo Chen still doesn't know the purpose of those people.

"Isn't it the case of the Demon Sect? Leng Ao wants to say that the matter of the Demon Sect's extermination was done by people with the blood of the Phoenix. He said that your disciple named Nan Du was of the blood of the Phoenix, and then he insisted on coming to the Crown Prince." The government confronted..." Feng Yang recounted what happened.

  Mo Chen stretched out his hand to touch his chin, squinted his eyes slightly, "One thing is true."

"what?"

   "The Demon Sect was indeed destroyed by the Phoenix bloodline." Mo Chen lazily said.

   "Does it really have the blood of the Phoenix?" Feng Yang looked at Mo Chen in surprise.

   "Yes, and Nan Du is indeed of the Phoenix blood." Mo Chen said casually.

   "Huh? Really?! Then..." A trace of solemnity flashed across Feng Yang's eyes.

  In this case, the matter is not clear.

   "Don't worry, the matter of Mozong will be resolved soon." Mo Chen casually said that it was due.

   "No, since Nandu is really of the Phoenix bloodline, if people find out, your suspicion will be cleared, no...you can't let people know about this, I'll go and silence that guy Leng Ao..."

   "Brother." Mo Chen interrupted Feng Yang's words helplessly.

  Feng Yang stopped after hearing the words, and then looked at Mo Chen.

   "I'll handle this matter myself. Besides, Leng Ao is under my control now, so I can't make any trouble." Mo Chen said casually.

  Feng Yang recovered after hearing the words, touched his chin, "It's so good."

   "Senior brother is coming to my Prince's Mansion for the first time, do you want to stay for a few days?" Mo Chen looked at Feng Yang and said.

   "Naturally, I haven't found out what happened to the Demon Sect, so I can't let it go." Feng Yang said casually.

  Mo Chen nodded, and then asked the servants to prepare the room.

   "Master." Shui Jing suddenly appeared in the hall.

   "What's the matter?" Mo Chen glanced at him sideways.

   "Crown Princess, she killed Leng Ao." Shui Jing said to Mo Chen with a complicated face.

   "If you kill him, let's kill him." Mo Chen said casually, then looked sideways at Feng Yang and said, "Brother, do you need to take a rest?"

   "No, I heard that the Crown Princess is the owner of the Star-chasing Pavilion, how could I remember that the owner of the Star-chasing Pavilion is a man." Feng Yang frowned slightly.

  Mo Chen was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

   It seems that Feng Yang and Qing Yue know each other.

   "Does it matter if it's a man or a woman?" Mo Chen asked lazily.

   Feng Yang "..."! ! important! Of course it is important!

  But thinking of Mo Chen's character, Feng Yang fell silent.

  It is important to everyone, but it seems that it is really not important to me as a junior.

   "Then let's go meet up." Feng Yang said with a depressed face.

   "Take them to see the room." Mo Chen pointed to the disciple of Wan Jianzong and said to a maid waiting beside him.

   "Yes." The maid blessed Mo Chen after hearing the words, and then went down with a few disciples of Wan Jianzong.

  Mo Chen led Feng Yang to the apse.

  Seeing this, Feng Yang's heart skipped a beat. This is, living together?

  Following Mo Chen to the apse, passing through the corridor, he saw Qingyue drinking in the yard.

   "Xiao Chen'er, are you done?" Seeing Mo Chen, Qingyue immediately stood up.

   "Well, it's over." Mo Chen responded, and then said to Feng Yang, "My princess..."

   "Qingyue!" Before Mo Chen could say Qingyue's name, Feng Yang called out.

  Qingyue raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, "Daoist Feng Yang, long time no see."

   "See you, uncle!" After Feng Yang finished speaking, he took out an extra sword in his hand, then raised the sword and slashed at Qingyue.

  Qingyue took a few steps back slightly, with an extra sword in her hand, and picked Feng Yang's sword.

   "Fengyang Daoist is still as belligerent as he was a hundred years ago." Qingyue played tricks with Fengyang without any pressure.

   Seeing this, Mo Chen pinched the center of his eyebrows, but didn't say much.

   Instead, he sat directly at the stone table, drinking and watching the theater on his own.

   Thanks to the formation of the Prince's Mansion, otherwise the two high-ranking monks, Feng Yang and Qingyue, would have blown up the Prince's Mansion.

  Feng Yang and Qing Yue scolded each other while fighting, well, it was Feng Yang who scolded unilaterally, and Qing Yue defended herself calmly.

   After about a cup of tea, the two stopped.

   There is no contest to win or lose, but obviously, Qingyue has the upper hand, after all, he has a calm appearance the whole time.

  Mo Chen raised his eyelids, and glanced at the two of them, "Finished? Sit down and have a drink after you're done."

  Hearing this, Feng Yang glared at Qingyue, and then sat down opposite Mo Chen angrily, "Junior brother, don't be fooled by him, he is the devil Qingyue, and he is not a woman at all."

  Hearing this, Mo Chen's expression didn't change much, he just said indifferently, "I know all of this."

   Feng Yang "..."! ! "You know you still want him to be the princess?!"

   "Brother, listen to me..."

   "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen..." Feng Yang stretched out his hands to cover his ears.

  Mo Chen "..." If you don't listen, forget it.

  Mo Chen poured Qingyue a cup of tea, "After fighting for so long, let's take a break with some tea."

  When Qingyue heard the words, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she sat down and took a sip from her teacup.

   Seeing this, Feng Yang gritted his teeth.

  Seeing that Mo Chen ignored him, and then looked at Mo Chen with an aggrieved face, "Little Junior Brother, you have changed, you used to coax me."

   Hearing the words, Mo Chen tilted his head and thought about it seriously, "Huh? Is there such a thing?"

  He doesn't remember coaxing Feng Yang before.

  Feng Yang "..." pierced his heart!

  When Qingyue heard the words, there was a glint of schadenfreude in her eyes.

  Feng Yang "..." Damn, I want to shoot him to death.

  …

  During dinner, there will be one more person at the table.

   Needless to say, the extra person is naturally Feng Yang.

  As for the other disciples of Wan Jianzong, Mo Chen directly ordered someone to deliver dinner to their rooms.

  Feng Yang followed Mo Chen into the living room. Mo Chen was about to introduce to everyone, but then he found Feng Yang flew to Su Yan's side.

   "Su Yan, why are you here?" Feng Yang squeezed Su Yan's hand and pulled him up from the stool.

  Su Yan frowned slightly, looking at Feng Yang's eyes with a trace of complexity.

   "Who are you? Let go of my mother, are you looking for death?" Leng Hanxi said, and slapped Feng Yang with his palm.

  Feng Yang waved away Leng Hanxi's palm, and squinted slightly at Leng Hanxi, "Are you her daughter?"

  Leng Hanxi was terrified by him, but he still said to Feng Yang stubbornly, with a trace of killing intent in his eyes, "Let her go."

  Feng Yang heard the words, snorted coldly, and wrapped Su Yan into his arms, "Why let her go, she is my wife, understand?"

   Leng Hanxi "..."? ? ? My mother cheated? Give Leng Ao a cuckold? I don't believe it.

   Everyone "..."? ? ? ! !

   "Feng Yang, let me go." Su Yan remained calm.

   "Let go of you? What a fart, let go of you and let you have another child with someone else, don't even think about it!" Feng Yang roared, then bent down to hug Su Yan, and walked away.

   "The prostitute, let go of my mother, and see if I don't kill you." Leng Hanxi chased out cursing with a sword in hand.

  (end of this chapter)