Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 127: Lord Mo Has an Affliction

Seeing her calm demeanor, Si Mo suddenly didn’t want to question whether what she said was true.

Bringing her here was originally meant to punish her.

To punish her for not restraining her dazzling presence in front of others, drawing countless greedy gazes, which put him in a bad mood.

However, when Mu Qingge appeared before him, he couldn’t muster any intention to punish her; he only wanted to chat with her without any inhibitions.

Well... it should be said that she was uninhibited towards him.

And he seemed to be very tolerant of her audacity.

’Could it be, as Gu Ya and Gu Ye said, that I’m really sick?’ Si Mo asked himself in his heart.

"Hey, why did you bring me here? If there’s nothing important, just send me back." Considering the favor of the demon gentleman giving her the Thousand Thunder Technique, Mu Qingge patiently asked. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Mo." Si Mo frowned and corrected her.

The slight frown between his brows made one want to reach out and smooth it out.

Mu Qingge almost did just that, but fortunately, she stopped herself from doing something embarrassing when her hand was about to reach out.

Seeing his insistence, she shrugged helplessly and said, "Alright, let’s compromise, demon gentleman."

"..." Si Mo was silent.

Alright, demon gentleman it is. One day, he’ll hear his name from that enticing little mouth.

"Demon gentleman, if there’s nothing else, can I leave? I’m very busy!" Mu Qingge said again.

"Does little Ge’er dislike it here so much, wanting to leave?" Si Mo asked.

Mu Qingge sighed, "Haven’t you heard the saying ’there’s no place like home’?" She was really busy and had no time to chat idly with this old man.

The matter of Bai Xiyue being injured, she still had to go back and give the old man an explanation.

Five hundred trusted aide soldiers were still waiting for her to torment, uh, train.

And the newly grasped skills in Alchemy and Refining Pills... and the yet-to-be-mastered Thousand Thunder Technique... she was truly very busy, okay?

"No golden nest or silver nest is better than one’s own nest." Si Mo repeated Mu Qingge’s words, laughing: "That’s quite an interesting metaphor." Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Just like the poem little Ge’er recited, it’s surprising."

Mu Qingge was startled by Si Mo’s words and blurted out, "How do you know?" Since she transmigrated, she had only plagiarized one poem. At that time, she was sure this old demon wasn’t there, so how did he know?

Si Mo smiled mysteriously, "As for things about little Ge’er, I can know them all."

Crap! What about privacy? What about personal space? Why must she live under the surveillance of this old demon old man?

Mu Qingge’s stunning face instantly turned dark as the bottom of a pot.

If she could defeat the man in front of her, she’d definitely trample him underfoot and torment him harshly.

"Is little Ge’er angry?" Si Mo asked.

Very! Obvious! Isn’t it?

Mu Qingge no longer wanted to continue discussing with the certain someone.

"Why?" Si Mo asked again.

Damn it! Again! How dare he innocently ask her why?

Flames almost spewed from Mu Qingge’s eyes.

Gritting her teeth, she struggled to control herself and said, "In the future, don’t spy on my life, or from now on we will be irreconcilable!"

"So that’s why little Ge’er is angry?" Si Mo finally seemed to understand the reason for Mu Qingge’s anger.

"Alright." He agreed without a moment’s hesitation, as if it was no big deal.

This reaction almost made Mu Qingge depressed!

Is this how powerful people behave? She used to be strong too, but she wasn’t so arrogant! Mu Qingge speechlessly looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, she had the feeling of punching into cotton.

Very! Not! Satisfying!

"I want to leave." Mu Qingge demanded with a cold face.

As if sensing that Mu Qingge was really angry, Si Mo didn’t insist further and straightforwardly said, "I’ll escort you out."

Then, Mu Qingge only had time to look at him once before she disappeared from Pear Forest.

Si Mo sat at the original spot, picking up the wine pot Mu Qingge had drunk from earlier, and took a sip in the same manner.

Suddenly, two black figures appeared before him.

The figures gradually solidified, revealing Gu Ya and Gu Ye.

"Holy Master!"

The two spoke in unison.

Si Mo acted as if he didn’t hear them, mumbling to himself, "I wanted to learn that unique dance from little Ge’er, but it seems I’ll have to wait until she’s in a good mood next time."

These words fell into the ears of Gu Ya and Gu Ye, and they exchanged strange looks.

Their master’s illness was getting worse.

"How is it?" After ending the regret in his heart, Si Mo finally spoke to the two.

Gu Ye immediately replied, "After confirming that the Holy Master is not in the domain, those few families seem unable to hold back any longer."

Si Mo’s deep, aquamarine eyes reflected a layer of cold killing intent. His entire momentum suddenly surged, strong and indifferent to the point of suffocation.

In the eyes of Gu Ya and Gu Ye, a fervent light gleamed as they gazed at Si Mo, saying in their hearts: This is the Holy Master they are familiar with, the correct way to open!

"It seems it’s time to go back." Si Mo made a decision.

After some thought, he added, "Gu Ye, go back with me. Gu Ya, stay behind to protect little Ge’er in the shadows. Remember, unless her life is in danger, you must not appear, nor should you spy on her daily activities, and you mustn’t let her discover your presence."

Accompanying Si Mo was Gu Ye, with a face as cold as ice that showed a hint of satisfaction. Meanwhile, left behind was the abandoned Gu Ya, who cried with a pitiful face at Si Mo.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to protect Mu Qingge, but he was reluctant to part with his master! Boohoo~! Why wasn’t it Gu Ye, that bastard, who was left behind?

Unfortunately, Si Mo didn’t even glance at him before disappearing from their sight.

After confirming that their master had left, Gu Ye sympathetically patted Gu Ya on the shoulder and consoled him, "Brother, give up. In all these years, when has the Holy Master’s decision ever changed?"

"Do you want to spar?" Gu Ya shot a cold glance over, gritting his teeth.

Gu Ye wasn’t foolish enough to approach as a punching bag. He immediately slipped away, leaving Gu Ya alone.