Chapter 88: My Brother is the Emperor

Meng Su and Shi Xiaoxiao arrived relatively early, so the seat they sat in was excellent. It was a seat by the window. They could see the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

Meng Su was born a beggar and was not very particular about food. Generally, it was fine as long as it was cooked. So, suddenly eating such exquisite and characteristic dishes, he couldn't help but let go and eat. It was almost like a hurricane sweeping away the clouds. Shi Xiaoxiao looked at it and covered her face in embarrassment.

At this time, the diners on the side saw Meng Su eating like a wolf or a tiger, and his eating manner was extremely ugly. They whispered: "Look at that fool over there, looking like a monkey, as if he had just been released from a hunger prison. It's really insulting to the scholars."

"Yes, look at his wolf-like eating manner, it's simply a hungry ghost reincarnated."

"Don't look at this skinny monkey who doesn't look good, but his female companion is as beautiful as a fairy. It is estimated that he is a wealthy playboy."

Although Meng Su was eating, his divine sense was wide open, and the movements within a hundred miles were almost in his eyes. He naturally heard the discussion of these diners, but he was too lazy to ignore these mortals.

If you don't ignore others, others may not necessarily let you go.

A young man wearing a white long shirt and a white gauze hat on his head came to Meng Su's table holding a wine glass.

This young man was dressed in white, his face was like jade, his eyebrows were like paintings, and his appearance was extremely outstanding. Most importantly, he carried a gentle and refined temperament all over his body. He wore a long sword at his waist.

Wearing a sword at his waist did not attract Meng Su's attention, because almost all the diners at the scene were wearing long swords. Scholars wearing swords seemed to be the tradition of the Tang Capital.

The young man didn't even look at Meng Su, his eyes staring straight at Shi Xiaoxiao. He held the wine glass in his right hand and posed in what he thought was the most dashing posture and said: "The girl is elegant and refined, beautiful as a fairy, like a pearl, gentle and pleasant, rare in the world. Can you accompany me for a drink?"

Shi Xiaoxiao glanced at Meng Su and covered her mouth and smiled.

The young man followed Shi Xiaoxiao's gaze and seemed to have suddenly discovered Meng Su, who was eating heavily. He pretended to have just discovered him and exclaimed: "May I ask the girl, is this your servant? How can he sit at a table with a fairy like you and eat so rudely?"

Meng Su, who was eating heavily, coughed lightly.

Shi Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and smiled. This smile made the young man look dazed. Shi Xiaoxiao said: "He is my brother. If you want to drink with me, you need my brother's consent."

"My God, what kind of parents are these, why did they give birth to siblings with such a big contrast? I don't believe it. Girl, don't look for any excuses. Today you have to accompany me for a drink whether you want to or not. The girl Li Mo likes, there is no one I can't get."

After speaking, this guy named Li Mo reached out to touch Shi Xiaoxiao's face.

Shi Xiaoxiao was furious and was about to attack, but suddenly Meng Su gave her a wink. Shi Xiaoxiao sat down.

Meng Su raised his oily face. A small person flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and he used "Body Follows Thought." This supernatural ability was used twice at the same time. The first was added to Shi Xiaoxiao, and the second was added to himself. Meng Su and Shi Xiaoxiao changed positions.

That scholar named Li Mo touched Meng Su's face with one hand. Meng Su's eating manner was ugly, his face was oily, plus he had a beard, and he was touched by Li Mo.

Li Mo closed his eyes and sighed: "The skin is so good, the girl's skin is simply as smooth as fat." Until he touched Meng Su's beard.

"Why is there a beard?" Li Mo muttered to himself. Then he opened his eyes and looked, as if he had seen a ghost. His whole body brought up a gust of wind and retreated rapidly. Meng Su was looking at him playfully. He was clearly attacking a beauty, how did it become a rough man?

Li Mo retreated rapidly in panic. His body had demonic power fluctuations. Although he had hidden it, Meng Su still felt it. This Li Mo was a Demon cultivator, and he was still a Demon God. How could a Demon God play in the secular world?

Meng Su and Shi Xiaoxiao looked at each other. They knew it in their hearts.

Li Mo calmed down a little and looked at Shi Xiaoxiao, muttering: "Did I see it wrong? Originally, this girl sat on this side?"

Li Mo shook his head, cleared his mind, confirmed Shi Xiaoxiao's position, and reached out to touch Shi Xiaoxiao's face. This time Li Mo didn't blink, staring at Shi Xiaoxiao's smiling face.

He touched it. This time it was definitely correct, because Li Mo didn't get distracted at all. Li Mo sighed. This Phantom Demon Sutra had practiced hallucinations.

Li Mo touched the face in his hand with spring heart, full of satisfaction.

"Why are you touching me, you dead broken sleeve? I like women. Look at your gentle face, you are so filthy, I spit."

This abrupt scolding startled Li Mo. By the time Li Mo looked closely, he didn't know how he had arrived outside the hotel, standing on the street. He was touching a man who was selling small goods like Wu Dalang. The man was impatient and scolded Li Mo.

Li Mo was greatly shocked, and then began to be angry. This must be the ghost of Meng Su and Shi Xiaoxiao. But he couldn't figure out what kind of supernatural ability this was, which moved him outside the hotel without his knowledge.

Li Mo was furious and walked into the hotel quickly. With a "whoosh," he pulled out his long sword and no longer hid the demonic power on his body. The momentum of the Demon God was fully released, and Li Mo's figure was slightly distorted in the powerful demonic power.

Meng Su looked at Li Mo walking quickly from the outside to his wine table like a fool. Li Mo pointed his long sword at Meng Su's nose and scolded: "Damn, dare to tease the master, do you know who the master is? The Emperor of the Tang Capital is my brother. Now kneel down and call me grandfather, and send this beautiful girl to my mansion, then I will spare your dog's life, otherwise, I will smash you into ten thousand pieces."

Meng Su looked at the sword tip at the tip of his nose and was about to attack when the hotel owner heard the movement and walked down. The owner was in his forties, with a face full of wind and frost. At this time, Meng Su's thought power was wide open, and he heard from the rhythm of the owner's footsteps that this owner was also a Demon cultivator. The realm was about the peak of the True Demon. When did Demon cultivators become so worthless? Meng Su had already discovered two Demon cultivators in this small hotel.

The owner bowed to Li Mo's arrogant and domineering body: "Young Master Li, please look at my face and don't make trouble here. I will exempt you from the wine money for a month."

"Get out, you blind thing, what the master does is your turn to preach? Exempt me from the wine money for a month? Is the master a person who lacks money? Besides, I have been drinking on the entire Chang'an Street, when have I ever paid?"

Li Mo didn't even look at the owner and scolded.

The owner was still neither humble nor arrogant: "I know you are from the Tang Capital Royal Family, but your Li family is not the sky of the Demon Realm. Even Li Xiu has to give our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion face."

"Bold, little commoner, dare to call my imperial brother's name directly, I think you are tired of living. If you don't get out, I will kill you and chop you into pieces."

The owner sighed lightly: "Young Master Li, if you insist on doing so, then our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion will withdraw all our investments in the Tang Capital, including the caravan."

The matter was getting bigger, and the people watching the excitement began to increase, among whom were those scholars who were eating at "Bie Lai Wu Yang." Among them, several people looked at Li Mo with deep meaning.

Li Mo was suddenly startled. The Nine Cauldrons Pavilion was a behemoth of the Demon Realm, almost encompassing the financial power of all the imperial capitals of the Demon Realm. It can be said that more than half of the money in the principalities of the Demon Realm is from the Nine Cauldrons Pavilion. The key is that the Nine Cauldrons Pavilion has a great background and cannot be treated roughly.

Several scholars eating at the scene were also children of important ministers in the imperial capital, waiting to see how Li Mo would end up.

No one dared to smash the place of the Nine Cauldrons Pavilion. ===== CHAPTER 89 =====