Leaving Yuan Zilou, Mo Xiaohe immediately got on his horse and ran straight in the direction of the Instrument Spirit Kingdom.

Mo Xiaohe didn't want to stay too much for that family of four, and he didn't want to know who they were, in Mo Xiaohe's eyes, they were just passers-by.

He didn't want to know who the young man in Yuan Zilou was, he didn't want to know why she called him Mr. Fourteen, and he didn't want to know that Cangsheng had anything to do with him.

Mo Xiaohe has only one purpose today, to go to Guilin, climb Guilin Mountain, and find the one named Cangsheng according to his sister's instructions.

He didn't know why he was going to find Kurayu.

He just knew that her sister wouldn't hurt him. Although the man wrote a piece of letterhead and every word of his heart, Mo Xiaohe didn't want to believe it or admit it.

Even if his sister really harmed him on this trip, he was willing.

All love is an adventure, then be willing.

He decided that she was his sister, the sister who had raised him for fourteen years.

He was going to find her someday, even if it was to ask why.

One day, he will chase back Uncle Ying, and listen to him tell the story of the desert battlefield again.

He always had to go back to Shili Street, and then squat back to the wall of his backyard to play stones, or go to the mountains with the fat man to hunt game, go to the river to fish, and drink on the boat;

I also have to listen to Aunt Ying tell the story of the wind and snow, a thousand times, ten thousand times is not much.

He also wanted to live a dull life, a cigarette and two sips of wine, even if it was despicable and ninth-rate in the eyes of the laity.

This trip, the destination is coming. He didn't know who he was going to face and when, but he didn't feel the slightest uneasiness in his heart. If there is any uneasiness, it will be broken with a sword.

Although since he was four years old, Mo Xiaohe has had to wash and cook alone, carry water and chop firewood, cook firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea by himself, and treat thousands of husbands coldly, and taste the warmth and coldness of human affection by himself.

What's even more bitter is the practice of martial arts. After practicing martial arts many times, Mo Xiaohe was often so tired that his whole body was sore, and it hurt to eat and drink, but he could still endure it.

And in the eyes of outsiders, people who are so desperate, brave, calm, and hardworking are the laziest people in the world, so lazy that they can't be lazy anymore.

Too lazy to think about what to do, or even too lazy to think about why others want to hurt him.

I'm so lazy that even if I eat, I'm too lazy to sit upright, and I want to be comfortable and how to come.

He is too lazy to and such a liberating thing, and he tries not to do it, unless he can't help it. Because squatting is really tiring.

is so lazy that no matter what, he likes to break it with a sword in a direct way.

Others think he's not afraid of death, but he's not, he's just lazy. Death may be the laziest way to think about it than to think about some schemes.

When a boss with a lot of money in his pocket, and he wants to recruit guests like this all day long, how to manage his subordinates well, tired;

When you are a general, you have to think about how to arrange troops all day long, march and fight, and get tired;

As a big official, you have to spend all day thinking about how a person like him can go to the Forbidden City to complain, tired.

Even if you become an emperor, you have to worry about how your country will not be beaten all day long, and you will be even more tired.

So in order not to be tired, Mo Xiaohe likes to be lazy, a sword, a pot of wine, and a horse. There is nothing, and when something comes, the sword will be drawn.

Life is the most chic, isn't it?

But Mo Xiaohe, who just wants to be lazy, is a little unchic at the moment.

Because there was a mother-in-law who pestered him all the way and followed him all the way.

Naturally, it was the in the Yuan building.

"The apprentice of the most beautiful man in the world, Cangsheng, is really extraordinary. A talent, handsome and chic. ”

"Mr. Fourteen, there are thousands of people in the world, and the two people who can meet are always fateful, and besides, we are still so fateful. I've talked to you so much."

"So in the future days in Guilin, please take care of it. ”

"Don't look at our family, Li Shou is a stuffy gourd and can't speak, but he is also strong at the peak of Shenyin. , in Moleni Island, there are hundreds of thousands of people. ”

"In the future, you will become the monarch of Guilin, and you will lack a city lord or something. Our family Li shouted, you have to think about it. ”

On the road of more than 100 miles, Feng Suyun, a fierce woman who has been held by her husband and is unwilling to walk half a step on the ground, has finally left the power of Moleng Island, and she actually does not fly, preferring to trot and follow closely behind Mo Xiaohe.

Feng Suyun was slightly chubby, with a large buttocks, carrying heavy meat on both sides on his chest, running all the way, and the flesh all over his body was moving.

She kept flattering in her mouth, but Mo Xiaohe didn't reply a word.

But the two little children who were hugged by Li Shout behind him didn't seem to have seen their own mothers like this, their mouths were half-open, and they looked delicious.

"Yu'er Yu'er, when you see this brother in the future, remember to call Mr. Fourteen, do you know?"

Speaking of this, Mo Xiaohe, who didn't let go of a fart, suddenly slowed down and shouted at the man behind the, "Do you want to drink?"

Feng Suyun, who kept screaming in his mouth, suddenly froze, and seemed to be shocked and happy. It is said that no matter how cold the heart is, it can be warmed, and this is true. This cold Mr. Fourteen was finally moved by his enthusiasm and fell in love with their man?

However, the man surnamed Li Ming still had a displeased and angry expression. Even if he was scolded by Mr. Fourteen, the future lord of a country, he didn't seem to care. immediately took the Mo Xiaohe wine pot and gulped down.

Both are cheerful people.

Mo Xiaohe took the two children on the horse, and the group of five slowly moved forward.

I heard from the mouth of the that the male of these two children is called Li Yu, and the female is called Li Yu, they are a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, and they look similar. Big eyes, long eyelashes, and a meaty mouth are very cute.

Especially the little girl Li Yu, with a melon seed face and dexterous facial features, she is definitely a rare beauty when she grows up.

The two children were very bold, although it was the first time they saw Mo Xiaohe, but they were also very generous and convenient to get on the latter's horse, which was logical, not at all like the children of small families twisting and pinching.

"Big brother, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than my father. , especially the little girl Li Yu, praised it by the way.

Mo Xiaohe was praised and smiled, but he didn't know what to do.

It seems that since he can remember, he has never taken the initiative to say half a word to any stranger, one is that time is tight, and after taking care of family affairs, he has to practice martial arts. The second is that I don't like to talk to people.

It's not because of a cold temperament, it's because I'm too lazy to think about how to say the first sentence, so when it's not necessary, I just don't say it.

Even if this was shouting Mr. Fourteen one by one at this moment, and calling Cangsheng's apprentice one by one, Mo Xiaohe didn't bother to think about what was going on.

He was too lazy to know that his name was Mo Xiaohe, and he only liked to drink wine and eat meat.

If you are lazy like this, you don't know how to deal with people.

Therefore, it was the first time to be treated so warmly, and Mo Xiaohe really didn't know how to give back.

When trouble comes, the sword will be drawn.

So when a friend comes, what should I do? I remember the book said that good wine is produced.

Therefore, the first thing Mo Xiaohe said when he opened his mouth was to ask people if they were drinking, and then threw out the wine jug.

But Mo Xiaohe didn't treat the as a friend. In Uncle Ying's words, this girl is not a good person. Triangle eyes, beautiful moles, either to please others, or to kill, designated ill-intentioned.

Mo Xiaohe wanted to treat these two children and the stuffy man as friends.

Just rushed at this man in the Yuan Zilou, didn't say a word, let his mother-in-law roll around and bully him, and dared to protect his mother-in-law desperately, Mo Xiaohe knew that this man had an appetite for him.

Maybe this is the first friend after leaving Ten Mile Street?

But Mo Xiaohe couldn't speak, and he didn't want to be cold, so he just said the second sentence awkwardly, "Child, don't be a person like your mother when you grow up, your mother is not a good person." Man, in the next life, don't marry a wife like your mother-in-law, this is not a good wife. ”

The words are straight. But it's all Mo Xiaohe's heart. Since it's from the heart, there's nothing terrible about saying it.

It's rare that a spicy woman is not angry but happy. The triangular eyes looked at it secretly, as if he was thinking that Mr. Fourteen was good to his daughter Li Yu, and he was also young and promising, and he was handsome, and it seemed good to be his son-in-law? At least in the future, he would not lack his beautiful clothes and rouge gouache.

This is indeed Feng Suyun's heart, but obviously she herself has forgotten that at the meeting in Yuan Zilou, he had just killed Mr. Fourteen, and felt that Mr. Fourteen was a native turtle from the countryside.

Feng Suyun really forgot. Because as long as Mr. Fourteen is Cangsheng's apprentice, as long as he is rich, as long as he is the king of Guilin in the future, it is very good. There can be no fault in what he says or does.

"My name is Li Shout, I am older than you, you can call me Brother Li. My mother-in-law has been with me since I was eighteen years old, and although she is a little anxious, she is not bad-hearted. In the next life, I still want to marry her as a wife. ”

The poor man, who is also upright, is still defending his mother-in-law, "Although you are a young apprentice of Cangsheng, I drank the wine you gave me." But you can't say that his mother is not a good person in front of my child. You can't say in front of me that he's not a good wife. ”

The man's eyebrows rose and he said as if it were true, "Next time, I'll beat you." ”

Mo Xiaohe was silent, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The man said that he was going to beat him, but deep down he admired this man even more. Such a femme fatale mother-in-law, can he endure it? He is really a man who stands up to the sky, which is really rare.

Compared with the men on Ten Mile Street, there is a world of difference. None of the men on Ten Mile Street are willing to let their mother-in-law speak. If you dare to say more, just give it a beating.

Aunt Ying also said that men and women are equal, and two people live comfortably, you care about me, I care about you, it's the best.

Mo Xiaohe felt pity instead. If this man is older, if Aunt Ying is younger, once the two meet, maybe they will make up a good story in the world.

"My dad means that you can say that when my mother is away. It was the little girl Li Yu who helped Mo Xiaohe reply, "Because my father secretly said it in private." ”

The little boy foolishly added, "My mother is not a good person. ”

The five of them suddenly stopped.

It's not that I was shocked by the words of the two children.

Instead, the avenue ahead was jammed with people.

And none of them are like good people.