Mo Chen ignored the little beggar and continued to look at the pouring rain. It was as if something had attracted him in the pouring rain.
Seeing that Mo Chen was ignoring her, the little beggar pursed his cherry lips and puffed up his cheeks cutely. His black eyebrows were slightly furrowed. What was this? He was so cold and didn't even bother with her…
At this moment, the little beggar saw that he was wearing a tattered and rough cotton shirt. It was dirty, and even his originally fair and tender hands were dirty. He looked at Mo Chen's snow-white clothes and instantly became even more depressed. He thought that Mo Chen was disgusted with her for being dirty.
The surroundings became very quiet again. Other than the sound of the pouring rain, there was only the sound of the burning firewood.
The little beggar expressed that he was very bored. Although he really wanted to talk to Mo Chen, Mo Chen's coldness and arrogance made the little beggar speechless.
She supported her chin with her hand and looked at the snow-white figure. She suddenly felt that this silence was not bad…
For a moment, the little beggar's big, beautiful eyes sparkled with an inexplicable light, as if he was fantasizing about something.
Not long after, the little beggar suddenly woke up with a start. Her pretty face was flushed red, and she shook her head as if she had gone crazy.
Looking at the clothes she was wearing, she could imagine that her current appearance must have left a deep impression on this killing god in white!
After hesitating for a while, she still stood up. She was a little embarrassed, but she still walked to Mo Chen's side. She placed her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and raised her head to look at Mo Chen.
Mo Chen glanced at the pretty little beggar. He did not understand what this little beggar wanted to do, but he ignored him. Mo Chen could tell at a glance that this little beggar was not simple. He had a cultivation at the sixth level of the Postnatal realm.
She could barely be considered a little expert. Moreover, her aura was extraordinary. She was obviously a daughter of a wealthy family. Mo Chen did not think that she would be an ordinary little beggar!
He was obviously pretending to be a beggar.
The martial world was dangerous, and this girl was obviously still very young. She was at most fifteen or sixteen years old. She was dressed as a woman and a man, and she was disguised as a little beggar. She must have done this to protect him.
Seeing that Mo Chen had glanced at him and was ignoring him again, the little beggar asked directly,"I'm Huang Rong. What's your name?”
Huang Rong.
Upon hearing this little beggar's words, Mo Chen was slightly stunned. Why did this name sound so familiar…
Although Mo Chen was an assassin in his previous life, he was not isolated from the world. He usually lived the same life as an ordinary person. Mo Chen was naturally familiar with Jin Yong's martial arts.
Moreover, Mo Chen also knew that the world he was in now was the Condor Shooting Wuxia world. Not long ago, he had defeated Apothecary Huang and even had a drink with him.
Medicine Master Huang's personality was indeed very much in line with Mo Chen's tastes. He could be considered the only person in this world that Mo Chen could still talk to.
This was the world of Condor Shooting. The little beggar in front of him was in disguise. She was also a little expert, and her name was Huang Rong…
"Are you Old Devil Huang's daughter?" This time, Mo Chen finally spoke. Although he was very magnetic and pleasant to hear, he was so cold.
However, the little beggar couldn't care less about this. When he heard Mo Chen's words, he was stunned. He looked at Mo Chen in a daze and cuteness, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had an expression that said,"How did you know?"
Seeing the look in the little beggar's eyes, Mo Chen was already certain that this little beggar was Huang Laoxie's daughter, Huang Rong!
"How did you know that I am the daughter of the Eastern Evil Medicine Master Huang? Wait, you know that I'm a woman?!”The little beggar, Huang Rong, looked at Mo Chen in shock.
He actually knows that I'm a woman and that I'm Huang Laoxie's daughter!
'How is this possible…'
Huang Rong expressed that she had never seen this white-robed killing god before!
Could it be that his father told him?
However, what made Huang Rong a little crazy was that this white-robed killing god actually did not speak again. In fact, he did not even look at her!!!
"Hey, I already told you my name, but you didn't tell me yours. Also, how did you know that I'm Eastern Heretic's daughter? Did my father tell you?"
Huang Rong saw that Mo Chen already knew her identity and knew that she was a woman, but she no longer pretended to be a tomboy. She showed her womanly posture and asked in a delicate voice.
Although she was dirty, she was quite cute.
Huang Rong was a woman who had gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She was beautiful, intelligent, exquisite, versatile, and proficient in the four arts.
Even Mo Chen had to admit that Huang Rong was indeed very outstanding. As expected of the daughter of Apothecary Huang from Eastern Evil.
Apothecary Huang was also a talented person. Not only did he have extraordinary martial arts attainments, but he was also proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and magic. He was even involved in alchemy.
The Nine Flower Dew Pill on Peach Blossom Island was refined by Medicine Master Huang.
"Yes." Mo Chen nodded lightly in response to Huang Rong.
"What? What does 'hmm' mean…He was so cold. He was even more annoying than his father…I'm ignoring you, hmph!" Huang Rong snorted at Mo Chen.
However, perhaps even Huang Rong did not react in time. This sentence carried a hint of coquettishness…
Huang Rong was extremely smart. In just a short while, she had also figured out a little of Mo Chen's character. Although he was arrogant and aloof, he was not as sinister and ruthless as the rumors said. He was a great demon who killed without blinking.
When he wasn't killing people, he was more like a proud and elegant young master…He was as beautiful as a painting…
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