2070 Getting Beaten
Mo Lian's gaze was extremely icy as he looked at the Vassal Prince of Jianping whom he was gripping by the neck like a chick. There was not a hint of warmth in his gaze.
"You, what do you want to do?" The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, was not an idiot. He was still able to distinguish danger after having such high status for so many years.
For example, this man in front of him gave his heart and soul an extremely powerful impact. It gave him an inexplicable sense of fear.
For some reason he didn't get? It seemed like this man wasn't someone he, Mo Kun, could provoke, but was that possible?
He had come from the capital of the Divine Province. How could a cultivator from the lowly Six Prefectures compare to him… uh? Ah!
Mo Kun's expression shifted repeatedly, each more uglier than the last.
By this time, he had already experienced the sensation of being meat on another person's chopping block.
It was indeed very depressing that his slender neck was in the clutches of a stranger.
Besides, this person's grip seemed to be getting tighter. He was like a fish out of water in his hands. His limbs were spasming as his complexion turned even paler than before.
"No, don't, don't kill, kill me!" Mo Kun was finally panicking.
He simply did not understand why this was happening.
He was actually unable to fend off a cultivator from the lowly Middle Six Prefectures and got caught by the neck?
This kind of incident didn't seem real no matter how you looked at it.
Qiao Mu had been focusing all her attention earlier to treat Little Meng Mai. Hence, she had simply not heard Mo Kun's philandering.
When she saw Mo Lian treating the young man in front of him this way, she couldn't help but have a thought. She asked Feng Chen in a whisper, "Could that Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, be Lian's relative?"
Feng Chen nodded. "Evidently! This Mo Kun should be his younger cousin."
Being so ruthless to even his younger cousin…
Qiao Mu looked at Mo Kun with sympathy and gave a frown. "He must have provoked my Lian. He really deserves it."
On the other hand, Prefecture Lord Geng and Passionless Palace's Palace Master Feng shouted uncontrollably, "Will this young lad stay your hand."
"Stop, stop right now!" Geng Pengcheng practically jumped up and kept stomping his foot while shouting, "Don't act recklessly, you people! This young sir in front of you is not someone normal people can touch at a whim. He is…"
*Bang!* Before Geng Pengcheng could even finish speaking, he saw the pitiful bug Mo Lian had been holding up get kicked to the stairs like a quail in flight.
Mo Kun rushed several steps up the stairs and fell flat on his face before he could steady himself.
Luckily, his two front teeth were safe. Otherwise, his image right now would be even worse, too ugly to look at.
Prefecture Lord Geng jumped in fright and gestured for the maidservants beside him to go help up Mo Kun.
"Vassal Prince, Vassal Prince!" They helped up the Vassal Prince of Jianping from the floor. They dared not lift their heads and feared looking at his slightly distorted face even more.
"You, you people!!" The Vassal Prince of Jianping was so livid that a clot of blood in his chest was practically about to shoot out his mouth.
He stopped it at his throat with much difficulty. Only after massaging his chest hard did the vassal prince feel that he had caught his breath.
"Vassal Prince, Vassal Prince…"
"Go away!" The Vassal Prince of Jianping roared and shoved aside the two maidservants next to him. He walked towards Mo Lian with large strides.
