Chapter 5742: Extra Story - Feng Chen and Mo Lian: The Great Con Artists
"Achoo!" Immortal Venerable Taohua looked up at the clear sky. "Didn't they say we'd arrive in a day or two?"
Ji Si and the other three were diligently rowing. Hearing the question, they turned their heads. "My Lord, we're currently going against the wind, so we're rowing quite slowly. The earliest we can dock is tomorrow morning."
"Hurry up, this situation is just too bad. There's not even a canopy. Luckily, it's not raining, otherwise, there wouldn't even be any shelter..."
"Stop, just shut up." Mo Lian glared at him. Speaking ill-fated words, things always seemed to happen when he spoke them.
"But it's so boring," Feng Chen sighed, slumping at the bow of the boat.
He glanced at the dignified Merman and narrowed his eyes. "Zuo Lanshan, how about we play mahjong, what do you say?"
"Oh, that's right, I remember now, you're a stinking Merman who's been trapped in the deep sea for so many years, you probably don't know how to play."
Zuo Lanshan immediately flared up. "Who says I don't know? Let's play, who's afraid of who?"
Mo Lian gave Feng Chen a speechless look. This guy certainly had a lot of leisure time!
Feng Chen winked at him.
Mo Lian saw the guy's expression and knew he was planning to trick someone again.
With such an enthusiastic invitation to Zuo Lanshan, the one being tricked definitely wouldn't be Mo Lian...
They called Old Zhou to join them. The four sat down, pulled out a set of mahjong tiles from their inner world, and started playing.
"Hold on, I'll 'pong'!" Feng Chen waved his hand at Zuo Lanshan and winked at Mo Lian, who was sitting to his right.
"Lanshan, you've been in the deep sea for so many years, what kind of entertainment did you have?"
"None, just sleeping."
"Then you lived a very hard life," Feng Chen said, giving Mo Lian a look.
Mo Lian's lips twitched. His fingers brushed over the tiles, he discarded a 'wan' character, playing the tile Feng Chen needed.
"Wait, I'll 'pong' again!"
Old Zhou: ...
He saw nothing.
"Oh, I won." Feng Chen pushed his tiles and smiled. "Lanshan, do you even know how to play? It's okay if you don't, just say so and we'll teach you."
Zuo Lanshan was too proud for his own good. "Who, who said I don't know how to play? Continue!"
After a few rounds, Zuo Lanshan was the one constantly "firing a cannon" (losing).
Old Zhou: ...
Young Master Mo and Young Master Feng must often collude to swindle people. They've even developed a tacit understanding through their eye contact.
"Lanshan. How about we play for high stakes? If you win, we'll give you half the contents of our inner world."
"If we win, you give us ten drops of Merman blood and one Merman tooth, how about that?"
Old Zhou thought, "That's not good at all! You two are probably just waiting for Zuo Lanshan to fall into your trap!"
Mo Lian looked at Zuo Lanshan expressionlessly. "If you're scared, you can say so. We won't force you. After all, you're timid and foolish..."
"Who's timid and foolish! I'll gamble! I'm not afraid of you!"
Many, many years later...
Mo Baobao, dressed in a small, patterned blue robe, held a gleaming dagger and energetically practiced in the garden.
"Godfather, Godfather! Is this move correct?"
"Yes, but you need to be a little faster when you strike."
Duan Yue turned around and saw Zuo Lanshan, with a constipated expression, covering his face as he passed behind them.
"What's wrong with you?"
"My, my tooth hurts!!" Zuo Lanshan covered his face, whimpering as he glanced at the dagger in Mo Baobao's hand, and cried as he left.
Duan Yue: ...
What's wrong with this guy? Every morning, when he passes through the imperial garden, he looks like he has a toothache.
If his tooth hurts, can't he just sleep in a bit more?
No one is forcing him to get up...
Mo Baobao blinked, then hopped over to Duan Yue. "Merman Uncle always cries when he passes by here these past few days. Why, Godfather?"
Duan Yue thought for a long time, then frowned, coming up with an answer. "Maybe the toothache caused constipation?"
Otherwise, why would he have that expression every day?
Mo Baobao sighed. "I'll stew some soup for him later."
He spun around, leaped into the air, the dagger cutting an arc, then suddenly jumped into Duan Yue's arms.
"Godfather, Godfather, the dagger Daddy made is so easy to use!"
"It's good," Duan Yue said, hugging the child with a slight smile. "All right, let's go back. Mother is calling us back for breakfast."
"Mm-hm, remember to stew some red date and pear soup for Merman Uncle later."
He looked a little pitiful crying...
(End)