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Chapter 117 Don’t make a big mistake (7)

A soft sword was drawn from the boy's waist, and then, without saying a word, the boy attacked the people who were holding down the man.

The few of them obviously had not expected that someone who looked so young could actually act so impulsively, and they subconsciously went forward to meet him.

For a moment, several people seemed a little confused, and the people who were holding down the man had to let go. As soon as they let go, the man ran away immediately.

Without even turning his head, which made the young man who rescued him slightly stunned, he turned around and attacked the few people again.

The young man's swordsmanship was good, but his moves were all about retreating, with no intention of hurting anyone, which made him feel a little restrained when fighting with several people.

Mo Ci saw it and shook his head slightly. It was fortunate that the young man was quite capable, otherwise if it were someone weaker, he would be seriously injured if not killed if he continued to fight like this.

After watching for a while, Mo Ci saw that the outcome was still difficult to determine, so he kindly gave a reminder.

"Everyone has run away, why bother fighting anymore?"

After he finished speaking, Mo Ci also raised his foot and left here. But because of his words, the young man stopped what he was doing first and dodged to the side.

The other people were also very unwilling to see this scene, especially the leader, who looked at the young man with hatred.

"Boy, you meddle in other people's business. Others may not appreciate your kindness."

The young man didn't seem to care much about this. He just said seriously, "That person stole your things, and you got them back. Now we're even. Why harbor resentment?"

"I was wrong in this matter, but forcing women of good character into prostitution is not a kind act. I cannot stand it, so I must intervene."

"People in the martial arts world, seeing injustice, will draw their swords to help. Whether others appreciate it or not is none of my business. As long as I have a clear conscience, that's all I need."

That person wasn't stupid. They had been fighting the boy for so long, but nothing had happened. And judging by the boy's eloquent manner, he must still have some energy left, and they...

The man gritted his teeth, glared at the young man fiercely, and left with his men.

He was only forced to take a long-term view due to the situation, but this did not mean that he would let the boy go. As long as he had the chance in the future, he would definitely make the boy suffer.

As for the kid who escaped, he also asked people to look for him.

Obviously, the boy didn't think about this and just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had done a good thing.

On the other side, Mo Ci didn't pay attention to the follow-up here. Instead, he found a restaurant, ordered some food and prepared to have a good meal.

Mo Ci sat in the corner of the restaurant lobby, waiting for the food to be served while observing the people around him.

Martial artists are divided into factions, and each faction has its own symbols. Things like clothing and jewelry can show which faction a person comes from.

Right now, it can be seen that there are people from at least three sects in this restaurant. As for the others, they are either ordinary people or individual customers.

Just like Mo Ci, although he is a martial artist, he does not belong to any sect or any force, but is alone.

Soon, the food was served. Mo Ci no longer thought about anything else and just concentrated on eating.

He didn't think about anything else, but other things kept coming to him. Mo Ci was eating happily when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mo Ci raised his head slightly and met the boy's young face. The boy looked at Mo Ci and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello again," the young man said to the waiter beside him, "I'll sit here. Bring the food up as soon as possible."

As the boy spoke, he sat down opposite Mo Ci. Mo Ci chewed the food in silence and looked at the boy expressionlessly.

He wondered if he knew this person well. Was his familiarity a sign of overconfidence? Or was he acting out some other agenda?

The young man didn't know what Mo Ci was thinking, so he spoke in a very friendly manner.

"My name is Yu Yaoxing. What's your name, brother? Meeting each other is fate, and we've met twice in such a short period of time. This is fate, what do you think, brother?"

Mo Ci: ...

He felt that this was not fate. Mo Ci lowered his eyes and stuffed another mouthful of food into his mouth. After swallowing it, he slowly spoke.

"Su Chengyun."

"Su Chengyun?!"

Yu Yaoxing seemed very surprised. He stared at Mo Ci with wide eyes, as if he wanted to see Mo Ci to bits. He stared at Mo Ci until he frowned, and then he looked away.

Mo Ci also spoke up, "Have you heard of my name?"

Yu Yaoxing nodded. It was more than just a name he had heard of. This name almost became the name of his brother-in-law. However, Yu Yaoxing did not say this out loud, but spoke it.

"Jiangnan Su family, I just happened to come from there not long ago and heard about it."

Yu Yaoxing was originally going to attend the engagement banquet, but he didn't go because he was not feeling well. After all, it was just an engagement banquet, not a wedding banquet.

He missed Mo Ci's explosive move and only heard it briefly. Then he sneaked away when the people from Yan Lingzong left.

Unexpectedly, he was so lucky that he could see the person involved, Su Chengyun, here.

Thinking about this, Yu Yaoxing looked at Mo Ci a few more times. He had seen the man who was engaged to his sister, and he looked almost exactly like the man in front of him.

No, that's not right. That person looked cheerful and cheerful, but the person in front of me looked cold and hard, and it was obvious that he was not easy to approach.

"Speaking of which, Brother Su, you're truly remarkable. You've actually severed all ties with your family just like that. Just hearing that makes me think... that's quite impressive."

In fact, when he first heard about it, Yu Yaoxing sighed that Su Chengyun was too arrogant. He was even so disobedient to his parents and was really not fit to be a son.

But now he was in front of the person involved, so it was naturally impossible for him to say that. Moreover, he felt that the saying was right: seeing is believing, hearing is not.

Although it seems that Su Chengyun has a cold personality, Yu Yaoxing inexplicably feels that he is not such an arrogant person.

When Mo Ci heard this, he glanced at Yu Yaoxing and guessed that there was a close relationship between Yu Yaoxing and Yan Lingzong. As for what he said about how powerful he was, Mo Ci pretended not to hear it.

He just said "hmm" lightly and stopped talking to Yu Yaoxing. After a while, he finished eating. Seeing that Yu Yaoxing had just started eating, he had no intention of staying and just talked.

"Farewell."

He left without looking back, leaving Yu Yaoxing, who was trying to keep him with food in his mouth, to watch his receding back.

Yu Yaoxing looked at Mo Ci's back, chewing the food in his mouth, thinking about something, then a smile appeared on his face, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.

On the other side, Mo Ci, who had eaten and drunk his fill, was planning to stroll around the street when he encountered the scene of selling himself to bury his father again. However, the script this time seemed a little different.

There were two people kneeling there, one was a girl and the other was a boy of a few years old, with a corpse in front of them.

The corpse was placed on a straw mat, and its face was covered with a patched cloth. Mo Ci went closer to listen and found that it was true that the woman was selling herself to bury her father.

However, what was being sold was the little boy's body.

This was quite strange. Mo Ci watched this scene with great interest. Many people had gathered around. The girl looked up from time to time, as if she was looking for a buyer.

As for the little boy, he was kneeling straight with his head lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

Mo Ci was not far away, and suddenly saw the girl reach out and tug at the boy's clothes, and the boy slowly raised his head at this time.

Mo Ci noticed that the boy's hands were clenched into fists at his sides. This was...