Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 778 - 787: Mo Xing’s Mouth (6 Updates)

It just so happened that Mo Siqing hadn't seen her family for several months as well and was missing them terribly, so the two of them got in the car and sped straight towards the Imperial Capital.

On the highway, Mo Xing called, his voice high-pitched and loud, bellowing, "Good for you, Ye Ling! You didn't even say anything about coming home, huh? You took Si Qing back, you want the old man to break my legs with his walking stick, don't you?"

"You've got bad intentions, dammit, acting all filial, while I'm just the ungrateful wretch, right?"

After finishing his rant, Mo Xing hung up with a yell, leaving Ye Ling who was driving dumbfounded, he turned his head to Mo Siqing, "Babe, is your cousin off his meds or what?"

"Who knows? If I'm not mistaken, I bet he's already on his way here with his wife," she guessed.

Mo Siqing curled her lip, knowing Mo Xing's nature, it was very likely he was already en route.

Ye Ling nodded, "Alright, let's slow down and see if this guy really shows up."

Ye Ling eased up on the accelerator, and sure enough, ten minutes later, Mo Xing caught up in a flamboyant red Ferrari, furiously speeding along.

Screech, the windows rolled down, and the two cars drove side by side at a slow pace, sixty miles per hour, drawing curses from many onlookers.

Damn it, what are they showing off for, two sports cars acting like snails, putting on an exhibition on this spacious highway?

Mo Xing, with his pregnant wife Li Ke in tow, shot Ye Ling a challenging look, "I'm telling you, kid, you're getting crafty now, trying to ditch me?"

Zoom, a low engine roar exploded, and Mo Xing's car howled madly as it raced forward.

"Hey, darn it! Has your cousin lost his mind? Li Ke's seven or eight months pregnant now, isn't he afraid something might happen, dammit!"

While speaking, Ye Ling also floored the accelerator, and the Maserati surged forward, causing the color to drain from Mo Siqing's face in the passenger seat.

"Ye Ling! You bastard, you're trying to kill me, aren't you? I'm also seven or eight months pregnant, dammit, is your brain short-circuiting? Slow down, slow down!"

Mo Siqing screamed frantically; the guy must be out of his mind, driving so fast without fearing an accident. freёnovelkiss.com

A red and a white sports car raced crazily on the highway, and in a moment, Ye Ling overtook Mo Xing, only for Mo Xing to regain the lead again a short while later.

Racing?!

The word popped into Mo Siqing's mind as she smacked her lips, thinking these two guys were nuts.

"Hey, honey, look ahead, what's happening to Brother Xing's car?"

Mo Siqing, noticing the Ferrari that had just passed their car, was momentarily stunned, and Ye Ling, with sharp eyes, burst into laughter, "Haha! Is it smoking?"

"Delightful, delightful!"

Ye Ling let out wild shouts, stepped on the gas, and overtook Mo Xing, then gradually came to a stop; Mo Xing's car also stopped behind them.

The two cars parked in the emergency lane, and Mo Xing, with a face full of dust, exited the car. As soon as he opened the door, thick smoke billowed out from the cabin.

"Oh my God, is this the rhythm to kill me?"

Mo Xing coughed non-stop, and Li Ke on the side also began to cough, covering her mouth, "I told you to go slower, but no, you said the car wouldn't break down, well, satisfied now?"

Ye Ling, slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, "I'm telling you, Li Ke, you've been living with him for so long, and you still don't know about his mouth? That is the ultimate jinx!"

"You're just delighting in my misfortune, I'm telling you, if my car breaks down, don't think yours will get off scot-free. Watch out for your wheels and stuff."

Mo Xing screamed, and Ye Ling just smirked, "Keep ranting, why don't you call for a tow truck already?"

Fortunately, Mo Xing still had some sense, and after making a phone call, the four of them placed safety warning signs around the car, as everything had to be done by the book.

Fifteen minutes later, the rescue team arrived. Ye Ling's car was in the way, so it needed to move forward. As soon as Ye Ling got into the car and pressed the gas pedal...

There was a 'thud', and Ye Ling felt a sudden tilt, his eyes bulging out in astonishment. "Mo Xing! You jinx!"

Outside the car, everyone stared wide-eyed at the surprising sight before them as Ye Ling's Maserati, with its front wheel unhooked, galloped slowly on the wide expressway like a wild horse that had broken free.

Mo Xing's face turned green, while Mo Siqing, with a dark expression, said, "Big brother, let's make an agreement. From now on, cut back on those ominous words, I'm really afraid you'll get struck by lightning!"

The night was clear with a sky dotted by sparse stars, and it was past ten in the evening. Moreover, it was winter, and the normally bustling streets of Imperial Capital were sparsely populated.

Two sports cars slowly sped to the Mo Family's courtyard entrance, and all four passengers disembarked, their faces etched with exhaustion.

"A whole day! We've been running around all day! It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing!"

Ye Ling clutched his chest and glared at Mo Xing. Furo Wang's streak of bad luck, when would it ever end? Every day spent with Mo Xing was a nerve-wracking ordeal.

The four entered the Mo Family courtyard, which was still brightly lit. In the dining room, Elder Mo, Mo Zishu, and Li Zhen sat around the dining table, their eyelids involuntarily fighting a battle of their own.

"Do you think those little rascals are playing tricks on us?"

Elder Mo swallowed his saliva; a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and Mo Zishu also repeatedly curled his lip, "I think there's a chance."

"The wheel came off? The car's tailpipe spewing black smoke?"

"We're talking about a sports car worth millions. Who's joking with whom? Elder, I'm telling you, you can't go easy on them! You need to find an opportunity to teach them a lesson!"

"Otherwise, these little brats will be downright insubordinate!"

Just as Mo Zishu finished speaking, suddenly the door opened, and Ye Ling and the other three walked in with dark faces, especially Mo Siqing, who looked even worse, "Dad, so you like poking your own daughter's spine behind her back."

"Uncle! You're invincible!"

Mo Xing also raised his thumb at Mo Zishu with an exaggerated expression, causing Mo Zishu to become visibly embarrassed.

"It wasn't just me! Didn't you hear? Elder Mo is just as furious!"

Mo Zishu quickly tried to cover up his previous embarrassment, but then Elder Mo slammed the table, "This is outrageous!"

Mo Zishu was overjoyed for a moment, but Elder Mo suddenly pointed fiercely at Mo Zishu, "You bastard! Making up stories about your own daughter and nephew, you scoundrel, it seems I need to give you a good thrashing with my walking stick!"

With a creak, Mo Zishu's smile froze instantly, and everyone else burst out laughing.

"Come, come, Si Qing, Li Ke, please sit down. You've both had a tiring day, and to top it off, you're pregnant. Don't overexert yourselves."

Elder Mo hurriedly spoke with a chuckle, while Mo Zishu felt disheartened. Oh, heavens, is there no justice anymore!