the boy was stunned.
he looked at mo linyuan and then at the words on his chest, his face full of disbelief.
when tang luo and the others at the same table saw this scene, they held back their laughter until they went crazy. they felt that their ribs were about to break from holding back.
"no need to thank me." mo linyuan returned the pen to the boy.
"ah?" the boy's face was full of realization, as if he had just had a terrible nightmare. " but, but yingluo. "
he clearly wanted lord rong's signature.
he did not want this strange man's signature at all.
what did he want a stinky man's signature for?
"what 'but'? you've got the signature, so you can leave. go find your tattoo master and get it done. i already said, you don't have to be so polite." fourth master mo's eyes were frighteningly cold.
he looked at the boy in front of him with killing intent.
it was obvious that if the boy didn't leave, he would tear him apart.
