"Junior Brother Mo, if you keep acting so insolent, I'll have no choice but to pay a visit to Uncle-Master Mo!" Seeing how thoroughly his image had been dragged through the mud in front of his daughter, Gu Yan threatened to go complain to Mo Xiaoning's father.
As it turned out, Mo Xiaoning had always been shamelessly familiar. He gave a cold laugh. "Senior Brother Gu, if you really want to go, then hurry up. That old immortal's been desperately short of friends lately. Whenever I'm there, he drags me into conversation all day long, as if he's afraid I'll turn mute if I don't speak. Go and chat with him more. Don't complain about being tired. I can't handle this junior brother anymore. Besides, if you specifically badmouth me, he'll like it even more. If you don't know what to say, or don't understand something, you can make it up. For example, say I spew filth from my mouth. No—better yet, say I eat shit. It's not as if it's true, right?"
After Mo Xiaoning finished, Gu Yan was already staring wide-eyed, utterly tongue-tied. He probably had never met anyone so shameless in his life.
Actually, Mo Xiaoning was quite easy to get along with. As long as you gave him his own little patch of land and enough space and resources to survive, he would adore you. Otherwise, he would never have sold himself for five taels of tribulation lightning crystals a month. He also liked blending in with the disciples, without the slightest air of an elder. That said, after putting on middle-aged weight, he did look a little greasy.
"You!" Gu Yan was furious. He had probably never encountered such an unreliable junior brother, and for a moment, he had no idea how to answer.
Mo