This Moyi City Lord can be described as a legend in the entire Northern Demon City, awakening his ability to become a martial artist at the age of fourteen, and breaking through the warrior stage at the age of twenty and becoming a general, breaking the record of the youngest general-level martial artist in the Northern Demon City in one fell swoop.

Now it's only two out of fifty, and he has become a mid-level general!

You must know that the rank of the earth general is rare in the entire North Wind Country.

I heard that the top and most powerful in the country, I don't know how many people rushed to the Sun Moon Academy, and the vice president in it was only at this level.

It can be seen from this that Moyi's talent is so strong, and at the age of only half a hundred, he has become one of the strongest people.

The king once personally chose Mo Yi to be the general of the town.

I don't know what his considerations were, he actually refused the king's invitation, but recommended himself to the king, and succumbed to the remote place of the Northern Demon City to become a city lord.

However, although the official is small, his status is not low at all.

The king's annual annual gathering of important ministers, every time there must be a quota for Moyi, as well as a reward for the seal, he is not missing at all, and he obviously attaches great importance to him.

Mo Yi is also a person, although he does not rely on the holy favor to do wrong, and he is not arrogant and domineering, but he never does anything that suffers.

He's notoriously hot-tempered, like a firecracker, which explodes at a moment's notice.

If anyone offends him, he will definitely pay it back double.

Not only in the Northern Demon City, but even in other cities, few people dared to provoke this Moyi City Lord.

I can't mess with it, and I can't beat it.

It's just, how did he come here?

The identity of the lord of the castle is a signboard, and the objects bought and sold by him will definitely cause a storm.

In order to avoid this from happening, under normal circumstances, the lord of the castle sends his subordinates to buy and sell things, and he will not easily come to a place like the underground trading ground.

Even if you want to come occasionally, you have to do enough disguise, and you can't let others see your identity.

Mo Yi not only did not pretend today, but kicked the door very loudly, but why?

This clearly shows that he wants to start a war against the Qianlin auction house, which is not his usual style at all.

Wait a minute.

Everyone suddenly remembered the words that Mo Yi roared when he kicked the door.

What he just said seemed to be ......

Who would dare to touch his son?

Everyone was a little puzzled, and even wondered for a moment whether they were shocked by the sound wave and had a problem with their ears and heard the wrong words.

His son?

Mo Yi has two sons and a daughter under his knees, the daughter is not mentioned for the time being, the eldest prince died in the mouth of the demon beast when he fought against the demon beast that broke into the North Demon City the year before last, and the other is seventeen years old and is working in the king's Praetorian Guard.

The two sons are not around, who is the one he called?

Could it be ......

His long-missing third son?

Who didn't know that there was a fire in Moyi's house ten years ago for no reason, and his beloved wife died on the spot, and he himself barely escaped.

If it weren't for the fact that Moyi's other children happened to visit their grandparents' house at that time, they probably wouldn't have been spared.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the flames were so bright that the smoke was billowing out, and it could not be extinguished.

After three days of fire, Mo Yi knelt in front of the fire, holding the body of his deceased wife and crying for three days.

At last his voice was hoarse, and his tears dried up, and he burst into tears.

Someone advised him to mourn and change, but he didn't listen to it at all, and he didn't let others get close, only hugged his wife and cried there, until he finally fainted from exhaustion, and was carried away by his men for treatment.

Miserable.

At that time, he had just broken through to become a first-class general, and his beloved wife also gave birth to a cute little doll for him.

If it weren't for the fact that his soldiers said that they didn't find the body of the third young master, which rekindled his hope of survival, he was afraid that he would have directly killed himself with a sword and went west with his deceased wife.

In other words, Moyi is still alive now, relying on the belief of finding the third son.

Later, the house that was burned to the ruins was rebuilt, but it was exactly the same structure as the original house, except that the pear tree that was the favorite of his beloved wife during her lifetime was planted all over the garden.

It is said that Moyi would sit quietly under the pear tree for a few days every year, and gently whisper to the pear blossoms in the garden about all the things that happened in the year.

There are sorrows and joys, sorrows and sorrows, and they are poured out one by one.

At the end of each year, a low cry can always be heard from the pear orchard.

Year after year, this is the case.

Mo Yi never stopped looking for the third son, and every once in a while he would paste a lot of money in the city to find his revelations.

It's just that because his third son went missing when he was two years old, Moyi only pasted images of his childhood.

Everyone only knew that it was a white and lovely child, with big eyes and an irregular red birthmark on his right arm, whose name was Mo Ying.

Battalion, from the battalion from the palace, with fluorescent outward shooting, around the palace and base.

It fully reveals Moyi's desire for him to grow into a radiant adult under his protection.

However, Mo Yi still didn't protect him.

"Battalion!"

With tears in his eyes, Mo Yi pushed away the crowd and strode to the unconscious Mo Ying, scooping up his body with trembling hands, and hugging him tightly in his arms.

"Camp, my camp ......"

"Daddy finally found you......"

Mo Yi carefully stroked Mo Ying's cheek with a trembling palm, kissed him reverently on the cheek, hugged Mo Ying hard, put Mo Ying's head on his chest, and kept stroking Mo Ying's hair.

A dignified iron man was already in tears at this time.

He hugged Mo Ying, like holding the most precious treasure in the world, crying like a child.

"Qianqian, did you see that?"

"I found our child. ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

At this moment, everyone was silent, and they all stood there quietly, looking at Mo Yi who was holding his child.

In the huge trading floor, only Mo Yi's intermittent cry could be heard.

Mo Ying, who pretended to be dizzy, was hugged by Mo Yi and felt like he was about to suffocate.

Who is this man?

I'm not your son, if you look for your son, why are you holding me?

But he was in a state of "coma" and couldn't wake up easily, so he had to let Mo Yi hug and touch and cry on his head.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ying felt that his hair was wet with this inexplicable uncle's crying, so Mo Yi slowly stopped crying and gently carried Mo Ying on his back.

Mo Yi's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, but his eyes were not sharp, he wiped a handful of tears, and his eyes swept over everyone present like a falcon.

"Say, who made my son like this?"

Mo Yi's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked in a deep voice.

The voice was not loud, but it was like a question from Shura from hell, cold and intimidating, like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, which stirred up a large wave in everyone's hearts.

"Huh!"

Everyone's eyes looked at Li Xi, who was about to escape.