Mo Batian, not only was he young and promising but the man was also loaded.
At this thought, Xu Xiangzhi looked up at Mo Huasong.
Seeing Xu Xiangzhi watching him, Mo Huasong curiously asked, "Miss Xu, is there something on my face?"
That afternoon, Mo Huasong spent the entire time forging the Little White Sword.
Because the Little White Sword was small, he made it very quickly.
However, this True Fire kept blazing and inevitably some black soot splashed out and smeared his face, it happened quite often.
"No, nothing." Xu Xiangzhi shyly excused herself to Mo Huasong, and then left.
"Sigh, another unsuspecting woman has fallen into Batian's hands," sighed Fat Dragon from behind.
This afternoon, Fat Dragon was utterly helpless.
The Yihong Courtyard had added him to their blacklist. No matter which Yihong Courtyard he visited, even if he offered a hundred times the money, they would refuse to let him in.
