Murong Yanran naturally sat beside Mo Qi. Mo Qi was watching the beast arena, while she was watching Mo Qi.
Mo Qi ate two candied hawthorns, his cheeks aching from the sourness. Seeing Murong Yanran staring at him, he put on a nonchalant air, as steadfast as a mountain in wind and rain.
"Husband, is it delicious?" Murong Yanran asked with a smile as bright as a flower.
"It's delicious," Mo Qi replied casually, then reacted and glanced at her sideways, "With so many people, don't call me that."
"Okay, Husband."
Mo Qi rolled his eyes.
At this moment, a young man in a white robe suddenly walked up from behind. He had small eyes, large nostrils, and a face full of smiles. He walked directly to Murong Jing and said enthusiastically, "Young Master Murong, it's a great honor to have you grace us with your presence. We are truly remiss in not welcoming you sooner."
Murong Jing glanced sideways. It was Song Cheng, the young master of the Song family.
Murong Jing merely nodded slightly in response.
"Young Master Murong, with your status, how can you sit here? There are private rooms in the back! Would you like to move to a private room? I'll arrange it for you immediately," Song Cheng said with a genial smile.
Murong Jing shook his head indifferently, "No need."
At that moment, his self-esteem, which had been battered by Mo Qi, instantly became strong again. He also realized, this is how I should be!
These past few days, he had endured all sorts of torment, blows, and suffering, to the point of doubting life and feeling utterly worthless.
What was going on?
I actually forgot that I am still Young Master Murong!
I am a favored son of heaven!
I should still enjoy being the center of attention!
I should still receive flowers, applause, and countless admiring glances! Da Feng Novel Network
Seeing that no one was beside Murong Jing, Song Cheng unceremoniously sat down next to him.
"Young Master Murong, since you're here, why not play a few rounds? For someone of your family background, what's a little stake like this? Aren't we here just for fun?" Song Cheng said with a chuckle, turning his head.
As he turned, he noticed that the two people beside him were also familiar. He immediately bowed and apologized, "Ah, I didn't see you two young masters here. Please forgive my offense, please forgive my offense."
Fen Tian and Le Yu both nodded. Le Yu chuckled, "Isn't this Song Fugui? We used to call you Song Fugui when we were kids, and it was just a random name back then. Who would have thought that now you're truly rich?"
Fen Tian chimed in with a laugh, "Hahaha..."
Song Fugui's face flushed slightly, "You two, please don't tease me. It's just a small business, how can it be called rich?"
A small business?
Fen Tian and Le Yu exchanged glances, feeling that the other was speaking sarcastically and mocking them. They both pouted and stopped speaking.
Murong Jing casually gave Song Fugui a thousand spirit stones and said, "I'm betting on the Golden Mane Black Lion to win!"
"Alright, I've noted it down," Song Fugui said with a beaming smile.
At this moment, Fen Tian suddenly stood up and pointed at Mo Qi, "Song Fugui, I want to bet ten million spirit stones with him. After I win, you can take a 20% cut."
Normally, the bookmaker wouldn't get involved in private bets, but since Fen Tian said he could take a 20% cut if he won, that would be two million spirit stones.
Song Fugui was immediately tempted. He stood up and said to Mo Qi with a forced smile, "Brother, are you interested in playing a game with Young Master Fen Tian? It's just for fun."
Fen Tian?
Mo Qi turned his head to look. How can I make you truly convinced?
As Song Fugui turned, he saw Mo Qi. At that moment, sparks flew, the air became scorching hot, and an atmosphere of imminent conflict spread.
Mo Qi also glanced at Song Fugui, his gaze sweeping past without any recognition. He had forgotten that he had dealt with him before.
Then, Song Fugui's gaze fell upon Murong Yanran, who was sitting next to Mo Qi. They were eating the same candied hawthorns, and Murong Yanran's charming smile made it seem very sweet.
Song Fugui's anger intensified to the point where his lungs felt like they would explode.
This is simply too much!
This is simply lawless!
Last time you humiliated me, I swallowed my pride!
As a young master from a wealthy family, I didn't stoop to your level; this shows my upbringing and magnanimity. (In reality, Tang Hao had been subdued by Mo Qi, and he had abandoned Tang Hao and fled without regard for loyalty. On one hand, he felt embarrassed; on the other hand, he heard that Tang Hao had even paid the medicinal fees for him, so he was afraid Tang Hao would demand the money back, thus he dared not show his face. To this day, he had not contacted Tang Hao.) But you are ungrateful and actually push your luck, even wanting to continue humiliating me?
Your sitting with Miss Murong is a humiliation to me.
You have an ordinary face and dress very plainly, not looking like someone of great background at all.
In the Qionglu Realm, I know everyone of importance. Who do you think you are?
You are an ordinary person, so do what ordinary people should do. Be low-key, and stay away. No one will say anything about you.
But you are ungrateful and insist on showing off, like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.
Do you know who Murong Yanran is? Have you inquired?
Can someone like you possibly hook up with her?
The scene of me being ruthlessly rejected when I tried to get acquainted with her is still vivid in my memory.
Even someone of my status was snubbed, so why you?
Why are you shamelessly sitting next to her? Why are you pretending to be so familiar with her?
Have you no shame? Do you have no sense of public morality?
Hmm? What does public morality have to do with it?
Never mind, since you're shameless, you must have no public morality.
Since you have no public morality, let me teach you a good lesson.
Song Fugui walked up to Mo Qi, his face cold, and said, "Sir, please show me your ticket."
Mo Qi was about to respond to Fen Tian when he heard Song Fugui speaking. He looked around, pointing at himself in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"
Song Fugui narrowed his eyes disdainfully, "Yes, I'm talking to you. No one else looks so shabby. Why would I check their tickets?"
I look shabby?
Mo Qi's anger flared up, "You snobbish person, looking down on people with your dog eyes! Why should I show you? If you want to check, check everyone, but only me, that's impossible!"
Murong Yanran also glared angrily, "Song Fugui, show some respect. This is my hus... my friend."
She hesitated for a moment before finally changing her words.
Mo Qi was extremely grateful, thanking her for saving him.
Huh? This shabby fellow is actually insulting me!
Song Fugui was also furious. He looked around. Good heavens, so many people are watching.
As the young master of the Song family, can I afford to lose face on my own turf?
If I'm scolded so badly like this, will I have any face left? Will our family business continue to operate?
Especially when Murong Yanran said Mo Qi was her friend, it was like sprinkling salt on his wound, hurting him deeply!
Pain breeds fire, and fire must burn!
You dare claim to be her friend?
Uh, it seems he didn't say that.
Never mind, it's not important anymore.
"Did I just hear you insult me? Say it again if you dare?" Song Fugui suppressed his anger as much as possible, maintaining a steady breath, and even showed a strange smile that sent shivers down one's spine.
When everyone is using spiritual power, I might not be able to defeat you. But here, it's all about fists. My fists are harder than yours, and there are more of them.
You actually dare to be so arrogant?
"Snobbish person, looking down on people with your dog eyes." Almost as soon as Song Fugui finished speaking, Mo Qi cursed without hesitation.
Before Tong Wuqi could even say "Forget it," Mo Qi had already spoken.
Huh? Did he really curse?
Song Fugui couldn't believe his ears. Did I mishear?
Fen Tian and Le Yu, seeing that the situation wasn't heated enough, immediately added fuel to the fire, "Yes, we heard him. He cursed you again."
Murong Jing watched the scene with amusement but remained silent.
Murong Yanran glared at Fen Tian and Le Yu, "Can you stop fanning the flames?"
Fen Tian and Le Yu said awkwardly, "We're not fanning the flames, we're just telling the truth. He did curse you again."
Song Fugui was so angry he felt like spitting blood, but he felt that as the young master, he had to maintain his composure and give others a chance to repent, not to condemn them outright.
Even ants have the right to live.
So, he suppressed his anger and said to Mo Qi through gritted teeth, "I'll give you one more chance. Apologize to me, and I'll pretend this never happened."
"How about this, you apologize to me first for your unreasonable behavior, and then I'll apologize to you," Mo Qi said reasonably.
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You won't shed tears until you see the coffin," Song Fugui, unable to bear it any longer, finally exploded.
He suddenly threw a punch at Mo Qi.
Inside here, no one had spiritual power, so it was all hand-to-hand combat.
But with this punch, he used all his might, meaning he used every ounce of his strength. As he threw this punch, he envisioned the outcome: the opponent's brains would splatter, and their flesh would be mangled.
But for some reason, the next moment, something unexpected happened.
Mo Qi didn't even turn his head. The punch was deflected, missing its target.
Before Song Fugui could even be surprised, Mo Qi stood up, nudged him with his shoulder, and sent him tumbling to the ground.
I missed, I missed.
It's okay, let's try again.
Song Fugui did a flip, got back up, and attacked Mo Qi with lightning-fast fists that whistled through the air.
Mo Qi directly extended his right hand, grabbed his fist, and with a slight pull, Song Fugui fell face-first.
Missed again!
Defeated again!
Last time at the Heavenly Steps Academy, not many people recognized me, so it was harmless.
But this time...
It's over. So many people saw it, and they all recognize me!
I was supposed to be the center of attention!
In their eyes, I should have been radiant!
But with this fall, all that radiance must have shattered!
All that admiration must have vanished!
Then, how will I attract countless envious glances when I wander around here in the future, and how will I vent my unfulfilled vanity?
No, wherever I fall, I must get up. I must regain my face!
I must re-gather dazzling and unapproachable brilliance around me.
He flipped over and got up again, wiping the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and pointed fiercely at Mo Qi, "You wait here, don't leave if you have the guts."
Mo Qi calmly sat back down. Murong Yanran looked at him with some concern, "Why don't we leave? We don't need to watch anymore, there's nothing interesting to see."
Mo Qi rolled his eyes, "I bought a ticket, why should I leave?"