Murong Mingyue leaned against a dead peach tree and stared blankly at the sky for a long time!

Winter always comes earlier on the prairie.

The cold north wind blew Murong Mingyue's cheeks red and chilled her heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Murong Mingyue's fist hit the peach tree behind her, and only the pain could make her irritable mood temporarily better.

"The clear sky is blue and cloudless, just like this heart, empty."

Sun Mo wanted to be artistic, but what he said was dry.

When Murong Mingyue heard the stranger's voice, she walked away immediately. Her deerskin boots broke the dry branches, making a clicking sound.

"Murong, it's rare to meet each other, and we both like to watch the white clouds and dogs go around, why don't we have a chat?"

Sun Mo pretended to meet her by chance, but in fact, he had been looking for this cold woman for a long time.

With Sun Mo's current reputation, don't be too simple when asking about a teacher's background. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become one of his colleagues.

This is a quasi-grandmaster. Many famous teachers will never have friends of this level in their lives, so they actively help.

Of course, they didn't expect to gain Sun Mo's friendship, but they still hoped to at least become familiar with him.

However, after Sun Mo asked around, he discovered that Murong Mingyue had very few friends. It could be said that she was an extremely lonely woman.

If it is a sudden death, no one will notice it for ten days and a half.

Fortunately, Murong Mingyue was pretty enough, and there were always some men paying attention to her secretly.

The dormitory, library, classroom, and this long-dead peach forest are where Murong Mingyue lives and breathes all year round.

"You scholars in the Central Plains are indeed full of male thieves and female prostitutes. If you want to sleep with me, you can just tell me..."

Murong Mingyue glanced at Sun Mo with an unkind expression.

"As expected of a barbarian, he is straightforward enough. I heard that there is a custom of bride snatching on your prairie. I wonder if I am qualified to participate?"

Sun Mo seemed calm, but his heart was already beating.

It’s over! It’s over!

Pretending to be cute failed.

By the way, this woman is on dynamite, and her attitude is so aggressive?

If Murong Mingyue was not a quasi-grandmaster, Sun Mo really wanted to give up. Looking at her face, it was obvious that she had been frozen here for a long time.

What's even more frightening is that the skin and flesh of her right hand were scratched from beating the peach tree, and blood flowed out.

Who in the right mind would do such a thing?

Isn't it an intermittent neurosis?

Or?

Lost in love?

Thinking of this, Sun Mo suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Murong Mingyue's figure could not be seen due to the cotton clothes she wore, but her appearance was so beautiful that her face alone was enough to make people obsessed.

When he thought that this superb woman was already in love, Sun Mo wanted to give her boyfriend a slap in the face.

Why!

This damn possessiveness.

"Sorry, I don't like your face."

Murong Mingyue curled her lips and looked Sun Mo up and down: "It's too ugly."

Sun Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Do you want to be so straightforward? My self-esteem cannot withstand being trampled on by you like this."

"You have the guts to chase women, but don't have the guts to listen to women's bad words?"

Murong Mingyue despised him.

"Then tell me, how handsome and good your boyfriend is, which makes you feel so sad here?"

Sun Mo touched his cheek.

"Boy friend?"

Murong Mingyue frowned. There was no such word in the barbarian dictionary, but such a simple and easy-to-understand word did not hinder her understanding.

"I don't."

Murong Mingyue actually didn't intend to explain, but as a pure and pure woman, she didn't want to be misunderstood.

"Now that you have it, what do you think of me?"

Sun Mo joked.

boom!

Murong Mingyue stared at Sun Mo with a cold face, and punched the peach tree next to her.

Sawdust was flying, much like winter snow.

"Master Sun, what exactly do you want to do?"

Murong Mingyue asked.

"I'm just not angry. Don't ordinary ugly people deserve love?"

Sun Mo's tone was not angry.

Murong Mingyue turned around and left.

"What the hell, what should I do now?"

Sun Mo was a little confused. His response just now was completely based on the few books he bought on The Art of Language, The Techniques of Chasing Women, etc.

Murong Mingyue was obviously in a bad mood, so he made jokes to make the other person happy first, which invisibly enhanced the relationship.

But who knows, people don't like this.

"Girls love to hear whatever a handsome guy says, but if an ugly guy talks sweet words for a hundred days, it's useless. That's disgusting."

System haha.

"Can I throw money at it?"

Sun Mo rolled his eyes.

"Do you think this woman needs money?"

The system despises.

Sun Mo pursed his lips, and was too lazy to think of tricks, so he prepared to forcefully say: "Murong Mingyue, I want to poach you to work in a prestigious school in the Central Plains."

Hearing this shout and feeling the sincerity in it, Murong Mingyue stopped. It would be great if she could leave Fulong and start a new life, but...

"As long as you are willing to come, you can set whatever conditions you want."

Sun Mo took the risk.

Murong Mingyue turned around and looked at Sun Mo, who was more than twenty meters away. His eyes were really full of energy. He was a man with ideals, drive and pursuits.

Not like me...

"You Central Plains people like to recite poems and compose the most, right? Then compose a poem within ten breaths. If you finish it and satisfy me, I will follow you."

After Murong Mingyue finished speaking, she started counting down.

ten!

Nine!

…

"Wait a minute, what is your standard for satisfaction?"

Sun Mo wanted to delay, but Murong Mingyue didn't answer at all, and spat out lonely numbers one by one in a cold voice.

This dead peach blossom forest is even more lonely.

"Damn it, you think you are Cao Pi? You want me to write a poem in seven steps?"

Sun Moxin said, if I were Cao Zhi and I wrote a poem about a bird, I would strangle Cao Pi to death first.

five!

Four!

…

Not to mention modern people who have no literary accomplishments for a long time, even in ancient times, those who could write a poem in ten breaths were all outstanding poets.

So Sun Mo racked his brains.

"Time is up."
To be continued...