"Hey, Lao Luo, how is the ship built. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Standing in the safe area of the dock, Mo Qingyu picked up the horn with amplified arcane and shouted.

So on the top of the big boat, a big bald head that reflected and sparkled in the sunlight appeared, and the middle-aged man held up the same guy: "The progress is a little slow, but you have to rest assured!

This is true, Mo Qingyu also asked those friends with square ears back then, and they said that even their father knew this middle-aged man who called himself Luo Zhengyi, and said that the ships he made were all good ships that could run the ocean, and some of the warships used in the Cyliss Expeditionary Force back then were still built by him.

In this case, Mo Qingyu raised his free left hand and stretched out a thumbs up: "Then I have to ask you next, Lao Luo." ”

"Don't worry, since we are helping the little son of the Su family to do things, we old things from Iron Slag Street, there is a reason not to help!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned his head and disappeared on the side of the ship.

Mo smiled lightly, the Su family's reputation in the area of Iron Slag Street is really nothing to say, the old man named Su Dejin was wild and uninhibited when he was young, and he created a new Eden with his wife and those like-minded friends, and after earning enough money in business, he joined politics and did so many practical things...... Now he is not attached to power, and he retreated bravely from that position.

The same is true of the proprietress who was by Su Dejin's side when she was young, and the love between the two was blessed by the Prince Lu...... What a beautiful happiness.

Mo, who looked like a girl, turned around, handed the horn in his hand to the security guard in the security zone, and then walked to the exit of the dock alone.

I still remember when I was young, the college life at that time, the kind seniors, the enthusiastic juniors, and so many excellent peers...... Sighing, Mo Qingyu turned her head to look at the cubs running on the side of the road, these should be the children of the grassland elf craftsmen, Mo Qingyu stopped, watching the children play good and evil, watching the children's laughter, Mo Qingyu smiled, wiped the corners of her eyes, and finally continued her steps.

Whispering, you don't look like yourself - sighing in the bottom of my heart, the head of the Sword and Rose sighed in my heart, I don't know when it started, Mo Qingyu likes to look at young children, outsiders only see the daughter of the Mo family standing strong on the ground workaholic, but no one has ever thought that the workaholic in their eyes is also a girl who simply wants to be a good mother, but he is right, Mo Qingyu's life experience is destined for her not to be happy...... Not even the right to be blessed.

Leaving the artisan area, Mo Qingyu, who was standing on the street, didn't know where he should go, the work had already been completed, and all aspects of the line had been taken care of, Mo Qingyu, who was supposed to be on vacation, didn't know what he should do next.

A carriage stopped beside Mo Qingyu, and several grassland elf girls poked their heads out of the carriage: "Hello, we want to find the Sharwa Hotel in the eastern district of the city." ”

Looking at the white logo on their chests, Mo whispered and smiled and raised his hand: "You want to find the hotel of the dragon and the beauty, is there anything wrong?" The Sharva hotel is a safe house of the dragon and the beauty in Paloenst, Mo whispered that he heard the white of the dragon and the beauty say, so when he heard that they were looking for this, he asked out of curiosity.

"We are newcomers to the second phase of joining. ”

"Oh, I see, come, follow this street, and after two intersections thirty meters to the north, you will find the hotel. ”

"Thank you, sister!" the little ones said goodbye very politely, and the carriage was about to start, when the long-haired girl spoke: "I am Mei Suzune Cambrai, these two are my sister Lan and Zhu, and sitting in the driver's seat is Mr. Enclave, thank you for your guidance, sister, may you see all the scenery of life." ”

Mo was silent for a second, then nodded with a smile: "May your path be full of happy memories." ”

Watching the carriage drift away, Mo quietly lowered his head and sighed deeply.

May, Suzune, Cambrai...... It's not ...... No, don't mention those things, the past is the past, Mo Qingyu shook his head with a smile, and the fog around him became thicker, which made Mo Qingyu look at the street a little confused, and found that the sky was darkening unconsciously, standing on the side of the street, she looked around, until the houses on both sides of the street seemed to have changed, and there were cold footsteps from the street.

Mo whispered to the left, and it was a dwarf, sitting decadently on the corner of the street, with several empty wine bottles poured at his feet.

Mo whispered and looked to the right, it was a pair of prairie elves, beautiful and young, holding hands and looking at the dwarf.

Clenched his hands, Mo whispered that he didn't know what he should do, until the male steppe elf spoke: "Mo Wen, that's enough, although you failed, you don't have to be so irresponsible for yourself." ”

"Yes, don't be like this, Mowen, this is the choice my father made for me, I believe in myself, but I trust my father more. The female steppe elf shook her head as she said: "You are a man, you can afford to lose, let go!"

A gunshot broke the atmosphere in the street, and Mo whispered the revolver she had received from Nanamor earlier, she smiled at the woman lying in a pool of blood, and then pointed the new musket in her hand at the male steppe elf.

"Are you crazy, why did you kill my wife!" the man knelt on the ground, picked up the dead woman, and whispered to Mo.

"Because I'm going to kill you. After speaking, Mo Qingyu, who pulled the trigger, watched the man holding the so-called wife fall to the ground, the head that was pierced by the bullet was soaked in a pool of blood, and the soulless body failed to attract Mo Qingyu's attention, she turned around and walked in front of the dwarf.

"My daughter, you're doing so well!Father, father is such a useless man!What are you going to do?!" The dwarf screamed as Mo whispered and pointed the revolver in his hand at him, and then his head was lifted open by the silver bullet.

Putting down his hand and looking at the illusion that was beginning to collapse, Mo Qingyu put away the revolver gun in his hand.

Looking at the dwarf who fell in the corner, Mo sighed softly.

"Father, although you are so stupid that you can only remember that name, you are still the father in my eyes who can bleed, but never shed tears......" Looking at the buildings on the street disappearing without a trace like dust blown away by the wind, the original street showed its original shape, Mo Qingyu glanced at the pair of men and women, and found that they had long since disappeared, so he glanced at the faceless monster in front of him, Mo Qingyu raised his foot and kicked the whole face of the faceless monster into the wall:" And you, you are not worthy of being my father at all, you are not qualified, remember......" The second kick directly smashed the faceless monster's head, Mo whispered, and walked towards the hotel of his adventure group.

It seems that because he was automatically involved in Marceau's adventure, he didn't even have to face the identification of the curse.

…… Surprisingly simple, isn't it.