Murong Ziyue, stop it! What are you doing? "
Seeing Murong Ziyue holding Tang Zhen's neck and refusing to come down, and Tang Zhen not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Mr. Mo ran immediately rebuked.
After hearing her teacher's words, Murong Ziyue, who was originally hugging Tang Zhen's neck to ask for a gift, could only pout gloomily, let go of her hand, and stand aside.
However, she still stood behind Tang Zhen. From time to time, she would extend her finger and quietly poke Tang Zhen's back. Her face was filled with a strange expression.
"Greetings to the city Lord!"
Mister mo ran cupped his fist and saluted Tang Zhen. The young cultivators beside him bowed in unison and their attitudes were very respectful.
"Greetings to the city Lord!"
Another wave of uniform voices rang out, the youngsters 'tones high-pitched, carrying a trace of unconcealable excitement.
