The young man in Tsing Yi cupped his hands and said frankly:

"I was abrupt, sorry..."

Although he apologized, his face was stiff and he was obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing him apologizing so directly, Mo Hua was a little surprised. He pointed at the monster wood eagle, "Then this monster..."

The young man in green clothes hesitated a little, but he only hesitated for a moment and then said simply:

"It's yours."

Hearing this, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

If you don't steal the child of your own monster, then you are a good child.

It's just some misunderstanding. He has a lot of money, so he won't care about it.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes changed from deep to clear, and he restrained his murderous intent.

The young man in green clothes looked at the ink painting and found that the strange sense of oppression and the palpitating threat on the ink painting disappeared in an instant, and his heart was slightly shocked.

He took a deep look at Mo Hua and asked solemnly:

"What sect are you from?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

This young man speaks a bit bluntly, his face is a bit cold, and he is also arrogant and not very polite.

Mo Hua then said to him: "Before asking people about their origins, you must first tell yourself where you are."

The young man in green was startled and realized that he had been negligent, so he held up his hands and said:

"Outer disciple of Chongxu Sect..."

"Linghu smiles."

Mo Hua was startled.

Linghu laughs?

He looked at the young man's cold face and cursed in his heart:

I have never seen Linghu smile before...
Chapter completed!