"What did you say!"

Mo Yi's pupils shook, grabbed Mo Ying's shoulder, and yelled in disbelief.

"You come with me. ”

Mo Ying knew that he was just talking about it, and he must not be convinced, so it was better for Mo Yi to see this kind of thing with his own eyes.

He took Mo Yi to the spacious place in the backyard and stood still.

"Drink!"

Mo Ying held the sword in both hands, raised the sword above his head, and slashed down fiercely at a huge stone in front of him in Mo Yi's expectant gaze.

I saw that the fire with the flame on the blade of the sword, from top to bottom, quickly slashed out a golden-red, blazing sword light.

The sword light came out of the sword, forming a crescent moon, and slashed forward with a force like a bamboo, forming bursts of flame remnants in the void, and the scorching heat was about to burn the air.

"Smack!"

A boulder in front of Mo Ying broke the moment it made contact with the sword light.

The boulder was stained with flames, and the flames were first a little, and then quickly joined together, tightly wrapping the boulder, and burning it all in an instant.

The afterimage formed by the sword light stayed in the air like a light curtain for a long time before it slowly dissipated with a heat wave.

What a flame it must have been, to burn a boulder to ashes!

"This, this is Qianqian's swordsmanship!"

Mo Yi looked at the familiar sword light in front of him, felt the heat rushing to his face, and stood in place in a daze, tears instantly bursting out of his eyes.

It's all too familiar.

His encounter with Qianqian back then was this sword.

The beautiful man, like a fire spirit, swung a dragon formed by flames in his direction.

Magnificent and shocking, it made Mo Yi fall in love at first sight.

Mo Yi was simply surprised and delighted, surprised that Ying'er could use this sword, and happy that Ying'er could use this sword.

Qianqian once told him that the treasure of birth is usually only used by himself, even if he dies, this thing does not disappear, and others will never use it.

Just like the ability awakened by a warrior, it is the most suitable thing for oneself, even if it is a close person, it will not have the exact same ability.

This is a conflict.

He couldn't explain what happened to Ying'er now, but he was relieved to see that Ying'er didn't seem to be harmed.

It is a good thing that the beloved wife's things during her lifetime can be inherited by her son and shine again, and you don't need to think too much about it.

Mo Ying stood in place with his sword in his hand, carefully feeling the breath from the fire in his hand.

Unlike when he held the sword before, Mo Ying no longer felt the slightest warmth.

This sword actually established some kind of association with Mo Ying in the burning of Fang Cai, to be precise, it established some kind of connection with the flame birthmark on Mo Ying's right arm.

He can use the fire as he pleases.

Now it is not an exaggeration to say that Chenghuo has become Mo Ying's natal treasure.

There are pros and cons to this matter, the good thing is that Mo Ying has obtained a handy sword, and the bad thing is that the 'Zhenhuo' has been reduced from the original fifth-grade weapon to the second-grade weapon with Mo Ying's strength level.

In fact, Mo Ying didn't know why he could use this fire.

First of all, he and Long Qianqian looked very similar, and then his name collided with Moying, and the birthmark was the same, and now even Long Qianqian's natal treasure can be used by himself?

Mo Ying always felt that he had a faint connection with Moyi's family, but he couldn't find it.

This strange feeling crossed Mo Ying's heart, as uncomfortable as eating a fly, and he hated his state of knowing nothing.

But forget it!

If you get a treasure that can be upgraded infinitely, you can eat flies!

Mo Yi stood in the direction of the burning boulder for a while, and after remembering his beloved wife, he turned his head to face Mo Ying.

"Camp, you can use a fire, it's a good thing!"

"Daddy has a sword book there, and I'll give it to you if you want it. ”

"You have to treat the 'fire' well, you can't hurt it, you know?"

Mo Yi repeatedly instructed.

"Knowing Daddy, I will love the fire as if it were my own mother. ”

Mo Ying replied understandingly, and replied: "I want the sword spectrum, please pass it on to me by my father, and I will let the fire regain its edge!"

It's not that he acted, Mo Ying really wanted a sword score.

Our Emperor does not know how to use a sword.

Don't look at him, he has always used a sword as a weapon to kill people, but he has never systematically learned swordsmanship.

Mo Ying's previous use of the sword was purely because the strength of the clone was not enough, and he needed the assistance of weapons, and the swordsmanship he used was also simple slashing and chopping, if someone who knew how to see it, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth.

In the past, when he was an emperor, he relied heavily on his own air manipulation, and occasionally used only a few strokes when he was handsome.

Those with abilities have the most suitable abilities for themselves, and those who are separated from abilities are weapons, and few people will cultivate weapons alone.

Not only is it a waste of time, but even if you cultivate, you won't achieve anything.

The only thing that will be achieved is the ability that you have cultivated.

The same is true for Mo Ying, for thousands of years, he has only seen others use swords, and he has never used them himself.

Now that the air manipulation of his clone is gone, and there are no restrictions on chips, he can try his sword skills.

"Good. ”

Mo Yi glanced at Mo Ying with relief and agreed.

How could he not be relieved that his camp was so competitive?

"Okay, Daddy, I'm going to give you the sword book. ”

Mo Yi wanted to leave, but was stopped by Mo Ying.

"Daddy, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?"

Mo Ying lowered his head a little embarrassed, and said to Mo Yi awkwardly: "I see that my father's face is not very good recently, and it is a little ...... Lose sleep over something. ”

Then he ran into the house, took out a small box, and stretched out his hand to Mo Yi.

"This ...... I did it myself, and I hope Daddy can be happier. ”

"Or, maybe you have something unpleasant to say to the camp, and the camp makes you happy!"

Mo Ying really couldn't think of a way, so in order to persuade Mo Yi to let him go to the Northern Demon Forest, he had to make this decision.

Mo Yi really seems to be in a bad mood lately, and has been frowning.

Inside the box is just a small cake made by himself, and it may not be delicious, but the intention is there, just to make Mo Yi happy.

Let him be in a good mood before he can speak, right?

Mo Yi took the small box in Mo Ying's hand and slowly opened it, only to see a miniature version of strawberry cake quietly placed inside.

It's not delicate at all, it's tattered, it's ugly to death, but it just makes Mo Yi smile and bloom.

This was something that Mo Ying hadn't been able to eat during his first meal at the City Lord's Mansion, although he later asked the kitchen to make him a lot of similar ones.

I can't believe that this kid remembers.

Mo Yi's face was full of happiness.

Mo Ying was a little happy when he saw him, and knew that it was the small cake that had an effect, so he immediately took advantage of the victory to chase after him.

"Can Daddy tell me anything you're not happy about?"