Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 4880: Sneaking into the Book Pavilion 3

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Soon, Qu Tan'er understood what he wanted to do.

Put on your clothes and take the disguise pill. You will be the exact replica of the two disciples just now. Then, a certain man placed a ban on the house and left a trace of his consciousness. If someone tampered with the restrictions outside, he would know immediately. In addition, he also fed the two unlucky duo who were knocked unconscious by him a drowsy pill each.

Without his antidote, it would not be easy to wake up.

Qu Tan'er played with a waist card, "Chengcheng, what is the identity of this disciple?"

"I am a direct disciple of the Great Elder. My identity is Senior Brother, and my surname is Shi." Mo Liancheng began to tell her the information he knew. With this identity, it is not difficult for them to enter the bookstore.

Qu Tan'er was stunned and asked: "Did you also use this method to sneak into the bookstore in the past three days?"

Mo Liancheng smiled and replied, "That's right. Every time I infiltrate, I use a different identity. With this waist card, I can easily get in. Probably these days, people are really scared."

Qu Tan'er: "..."

When there is troubled water, you can fish.

She was a little suspicious now, whether he stole things intentionally to cause chaos in Cailing Building.

Then, the two people secretly left the courtyard and came to the vicinity of the book pavilion. Looking for an opportunity where no one would suspect them, they showed up and walked openly on the stone path. Occasionally they met some disciples and guards, and some people saluted them.

Finally, I stood at the door of the bookstore.

Stepping onto the steps, in the past, all one had to do was take a waist badge and register in front of a little old man at the door to get in. Today, strangely, there was no little old man guarding the door.

Mo Liancheng was a little surprised. Could it be that people are not allowed to enter the bookstore today?

However, the door to the bookstore is not closed now.

As the two of them approached, suddenly, a figure in a yellow shirt stood in front of them. His aura was very peaceful, but he concealed a majestic power. Qu Tan'er immediately thought of the strong man named Yu Lao who had accidentally disturbed him that day. Three days ago, Mo Liancheng said that he didn't see this old man. What kind of bad luck did he have today?

Is it because she is here?

So, people who didn't show up suddenly appeared in front of them?

Qu Tan'er guessed right, the old man in yellow shirt was indeed Yu Lao. He looked at the two of them with stern eyes. He naturally recognized the eldest disciple under the Grand Elder's seat, but he always felt a little inconsistent with Qu Tan'er beside him. He frowned, his eyes deep and scrutinizing.

Mo Liancheng's expression remained normal, but he was thinking about how to deal with it.

Qu Tan'er didn't expect that Mr. Yu would be suspicious of her identity.

Is it because her acting skills are too bad?

Actually, there was nothing strange about Mr. Yu looking at Qu Tan'er, but he felt a little inexplicable.

How exactly, Mr. Yu doesn’t know.

This is an intuition, but it is unfounded and easy to ignore. In fact, this sense of dissonance was that for a pure woman, she suddenly changed into the behavior of a pure man, which was not suitable for Qu Tan'er.

Yu Lao asked: "Shi Xiaozi, who is he?"

Mo Liancheng imitated the tone of his surname Shi and replied respectfully: "Lao Yu, he is my junior brother. The master accepted him as a disciple two years ago."

Yu Lao frowned and said, "Take out your badges."

The two of them obediently took out their belt cards.

Facing Yu Lao's gloomy inspection, Qu Tan'er's expression was respectful, but also revealed a bit of nervousness and confusion. The uneasy look on a young disciple's face when he saw a highly respected elder was very striking. .