Mo Yi was wearing a simple black cloth practice uniform today.

After getting along with him for a long time, Mo Ying knew that this was the clothes that Mo Yi wore every day.

The gorgeous and ostentatious dress he wore on the day he recognized himself was actually dressed up to see his son.

It's really well-intentioned.

Mo Ying led Mo Yi to the main seat of the main hall.

is worthy of being a city lord with status, and the city lord's mansion is very big, just like the palace.

The place where Mo Ying lived is the room where Long Qianqian used to live, full of pear blossoms in the garden, there is no special name, but the main hall is full of all kinds of things, and there are all the things that should be there.

After Mo Yi sat down on the main seat, Mo Yingcai sat down slightly at the bottom of him, respectfully and solemnly only sat on half of his buttocks, and his waist was straight.

Mo Yi didn't say much when he saw him like this.

Ying'er, this kid is good at everything, but it's too regular.

I don't know where I learned so many rules and regulations, and I look like a person from the palace, bound by a bunch of rules, and has no self.

He had also talked to Ying'er a few times before, and Ying'er also changed obediently, but it didn't take long for him to subconsciously return to the original state, so he could only go.

Mo Ying has grown up in the royal family for thousands of years, and has been bound like this for thousands of years.

Such a habit has long been engraved in the bones, how can it be easily changed?

"Ying'er, I'm here to give you this. ”

Mo Yi's arm was raised, and he took off a tightly wrapped thing that had been hanging from his back, which looked like a sword.

When he saw Mo Yi just now, Mo Ying felt strange, he had nothing to do on weekdays, what was he doing with such a thing?

It turned out to be for himself.

"It's ......"

Mo Ying stepped forward, took it respectfully with both hands, and asked suspiciously.

"You open it and take a look. ”

Mo Yi bought a pass, rubbed his hands, and watched his son's reaction expectantly.

Hearing this, Mo Ying slowly unwrapped the black cloth, and the moment the black cloth faded, the brilliance bloomed.

Inside was a gilded sword.

On the front and back of the scabbard are depicted strange lines, which seem to be melted magma, bubbling above the scabbard, and directly above the lines is a red gem.

"Huh!"

Mo Ying held his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the sword was unsheathed, letting out a fierce hum.

The snow-white body of the sword has a lava-like pattern like a scabbard, and the blade is extremely sharp, and miraculously, a raging fire burns outward from the blade, and a golden-red flame-like light dances in the air.

The flames burned violently, causing the air around them to fluctuate, and you could feel the scorching heat just by looking at it.

Like a song of fire, dazzling.

Mo Ying felt the burning meaning coming from his sword-wielding right hand, and nodded in amazement.

It's a good sword.

The weapon is divided into nine grades, one grade is inferior, nine grades are superior, and this sword also has a grade of four or five grades.

Although this level of weapon must not be looked down upon by Mo Yingying in the past, it is definitely a top weapon for him now.

It's just that, how could Mo Yi have such a high-grade sword?

Four-grade and five-grade weapons are generally things that only god-level powerhouses use, how can such things appear in the North Wind Country, a barren country that doesn't even have a god-level powerhouse?

If this thing is released, it will inevitably provoke a bloody storm.

Mo Ying could see the level of this sword at a glance, and it really couldn't be revealed, so he could only pretend not to understand anything and look at Mo Yi suspiciously.

"Daddy, this sword ......"

He was waiting for Moyi's answer.

Mo Yi looked at the sword with some nostalgia, seeing things and thinking about people, and his eyes showed a deep sadness: "This is your mother's weapon." ”

"What! my mother's?"

Mo Yingjie was taken aback.

He had always thought that his "mother", whom he had never met, was just a weak woman, but it seemed that he was completely wrong.

This sword is by no means something that an ordinary woman can have!

If it is really as Mo Yi said, this sword is Long Qianqian's weapon, then Long Qianqian is also a god-level powerhouse.

How could he be with Mo Yi, who was so different from himself, how could he live in obscurity in the small North Demon City, and how could he die in a fire casually!

There's definitely something strange about this!

"Yes, this sword is called Hoopy. ”

Mo Yi obviously concealed the introduction of the grade and ability of this sword, and only focused on its origin.

"This sword was born with your mother, it is her natal treasure, only your mother can use it, and now that she is dead, this sword is useless. ”

"I'll give it to you, and you've seen your mother. ”

The natal treasure is not a special ability, but a treasure that is born with a person when he is born.

There are all kinds of natal treasures, there are all kinds of them, there are stones, swords, and even cloths, which can grow and upgrade with the owner, which is extremely rare.

Long Qianqian can be born with such a sword, and he must not be a mortal!

No wonder Mo Yi gave this thing to himself so reassuringly.

Long Qianqian is dead, this thing can be used by no one except her, and now it is just a piece of scrap metal, which only has a commemorative meaning attached to it.

"Hoopfire, good name. ”

"Thank you, Daddy!"

Mo Ying raised the fire and slashed horizontally, and the flames on the sword brought a golden-red afterimage.

It's a good sword, but it's a pity it's not very useful.

Just as Mo Ying was thinking this, a violent burning sensation came from the birthmark on his right arm.

At the same time, the entire sword body buzzed violently, and the flames on the sword flickered and dimmed, like breathing, and the burning pain in Mo Ying's arm reflected each other.

With a "whew", a trace of fire burst out of Mo Ying's birthmark, and his clothes burned from his right arm, quickly enveloping his entire body, making him a burning man.

"What's going on!"

Mo Yi was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to save Mo Ying, but he was scalded by the scorching air wave and took a few steps back, and his palms were burned to the point that they were a little burnt, emitting black smoke.

"Father, don't come here!"

Mo Ying saw in the fire that Mo Yi was about to step forward against the fire, and hurriedly stopped it loudly.

Although he was surrounded by such a hot flame, he did not feel the heat at all, but was warm and extremely comfortable.

The flame burned for a while, and then finally went out.

Mo Ying walked out of the fire with his sword, his clothes were already burned to tatters, but he was unharmed.

"Battalion!"

Seeing this, Mo Yi hurriedly rushed up, checked Mo Ying up and down to see if he was injured, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a negative answer

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He hugged Mo Ying tightly, stroked Mo Ying's hair as if relieved, and couldn't stop apologizing, his eyes were already filled with tears.

Mo Yi was terrified.

What a familiar scene, it is still a raging flame, just like ten years ago, Qianqian was also burned in front of her eyes.

I didn't protect Qianqian, and now I almost didn't protect him and Qianqian's camp.

"It's okay father. ”

Mo Ying raised his head and smiled sweetly at Mo Yi, his big eyes were shining, as if they had a soothing effect.

"Hmm. ”

Mo Yi's nervous and self-blaming mood suddenly eased a lot when he saw Mo Ying's innocent gaze, but he still had palpitations.

Mo Ying saw that he was relaxed, his eyes bent, and then he hesitated to speak to Mo Yi.

"But Daddy ......"

"What?"

"I think I can use this 'fire'. ”