章節 1119: Sour Grapes

The man's gaze landed on Beiting Huang with a gentle expression, like a gust of spring wind. A silver thread in his palm was the one that pulled Jia Rui's hand, which was holding the sword, away from Beiting Huang.

The restless crowd fell silent the moment the man came out. Pairs of eyes that had been staring at Beiting Huang and Jia Rui turned to look at the man in unison. At this moment, in the huge and crowded venue, they could even hear the faint sound of the wind.

Beiting Huang was also attracted to this man. She had seen many handsome men. Yan Ye was a demon, Chu Feng was cold, Dongfang Jiao was masculine, and Xuanyuan Po was inexperienced… But this man still made her unable to help but be stunned. He only sat quietly, every part of him a scenery.

The crowd gasped in unison. After the shock of seeing the man, their hearts beat uncontrollably. A few low voices sounded, "This, this is Young Master Mo Li. Why is Young Master Mo Li here?"