"Alright, I'll let the brothers prepare it right away. ”

Hua Yong took out the intercom, ready to issue the order.

Mo Zhen waved his hand and said, "No, wait first." ”

"If they dare to ask the Anomalous to deal with us, we can do the same with them. ”

As he spoke, a hint of coldness flashed in Mo Zhen's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "We will hire Leng Feng, and with his ability, it will only be a matter of minutes to annihilate the entire Chu family." ”

Hua Yong was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "Boss, you want to annihilate the entire Chu family?"

"Hmph, they almost killed my daughter, if you don't annihilate them, how can you call a tooth for a tooth?"

Mo Zhen is so ruthless in doing things, and he will never have any mercy towards the enemy.

He definitely has revenge, and his methods are extremely ruthless.

But in front of his relatives, he is a kind appearance, when he treats Mo Ran, he is a kind father, but when he treats enemies, he will be extremely cruel.

Early in the morning, before the cold wind woke up, I heard a burst of footsteps.

When the cold wind opened his eyes and was about to get up, the door was kicked open.

"Holy!"

Leng Feng, who had experienced many battles, suddenly reacted, and with a move of his left hand, the watch on the bedside table suddenly turned into a sniper rifle, and then flew into his hand.

The cold wind loaded the bullet and aimed it at the door.

However, a second later......

Mo Ran, who looked at the cold wind holding a sniper rifle with a cute face, then blinked his eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

Leng Feng skimmed, and he had the urge to curse.

If it weren't for the cold wind that controlled it and didn't shoot immediately, I'm afraid Mo Ran would have fallen in a pool of blood.

The way she opened the door was too domineering, and she kicked the cold wind door open, remember, it was kicked open.

"Why don't you stay at home and sleep early in the morning, why are you here? ”

Leng Feng threw the sniper rifle aside with an unhappy face, and then got back into the bed.

"I can't sleep, so I'm going to play with you. Mo Ran walked into the cold wind room and sat on the edge of the cold wind bed very chicly.

"Play with yarn, don't make a noise with me, I'm going to sleep. Leng Feng scolded angrily.

Mo Ran pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

In less than a minute, Mo Ran heard the slow breathing of the cold wind, and it was obvious that the thing had fallen asleep.

And Leng Feng controlled his temper this time and didn't make a big fuss about Mo Ran, which was already much better than last time.

Mo Ran carefully looked at the cold room, she stood up and walked gently to the bookshelf.

She knew that her kicking on the door just now had really disturbed the cold wind, and this time she even walked lightly.

As Mo Zhen's daughter, no one has ever dared to yell at Mo Ran, let alone lose her temper with her.

But in the face of Leng Feng, she chose to endure all the dissatisfaction of Leng Feng.

Mo Ran stood quietly in front of the bookshelf, looking at the books in the shelf.

"Les Miserables", "War and Peace", "To Kill a Mockingbird", "Hamlet", "The Divine Comedy", "Wuthering Heights", ............

All kinds of famous books are all in this shelf, and they seem to have traces of frequent turning.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Ran's eyes, she didn't expect Leng Feng to read often.

At this time, the cold wind was lying on the bed, the quilt was overcovered, and he slept like a dead pig.

He didn't worry about what Mo Ran would do at all, anyway, he just didn't burn down the house.

Mo stood on the bookshelf and looked at it for a long time, then sat on the chair in front of the desk and opened the cabinet of the desk.

She didn't know why she wanted to open it, but she just couldn't control her hand.

There was a box in the cabinet, and in this box, it contained the memories of the cold wind.

Mo Ran took the box to the table, then turned his head to look at Leng Feng to make sure that he was still asleep, and then gently opened the box.

A blue photo album caught Mo Ran's eyes.

Mo Ran took the album out of the box and gently opened the first page of the album.

The next moment, a strong aura of sadness made Mo Ran stunned.

The first page of the album is a large photograph that covers the entire page of the album.

The mist began to swirl in Mo Ran's eyes.

She didn't know why she felt the urge to cry, and she couldn't control it.

In the photo, a beautiful woman in a long white dress is holding a baby in her hands

The baby's face was filled with a happy smile, and the baby looked like it had only been born for a long time.

The woman is very beautiful, so beautiful that she can't describe it in words, even Mo Ran and Zhang Yinghan are a little overshadowed in front of her.

That baby is the cold wind.

And the woman is Mu Shiyun......

Mu Shiyun's eyes were full of pampering, and the gentle smile on the corner of her mouth was enough to fascinate all beings.

Mo Ran covered her mouth because she could feel the sadness mixed in the album.

This album is full of memories of the cold wind, and this album records his growth and the bits and pieces of his life.

But Leng Feng never dared to look at it, because there were many Mu Shiyun figures in these photos.

Mo Ran saw Mu Shiyun's photo for the first time, and finally knew what she looked like.

Mo Ran has imagined what the master who has passed the cold wind looks like countless times, and when she finally saw it today, she realized that there would be such a beautiful woman in this world.

"Is she your master, she's so beautiful, much prettier than me. Mo Ran turned his head and glanced at Leng Feng, who was sleeping soundly, and a teardrop slowly fell from his eyes.

Mo Ran turned his gaze back to the album and said to himself: "Why, I feel distressed." ”

"Her departure must have made you very painful. Mo Ran flipped through the photo album and kept crying.

What could be more painful than the loss of a loved one?

After Mo Ran felt the thick sadness, he also touched the scene.

She remembered her mother.

"We really have a lot of similarities, you lost your master, I also lost my mother, me and you, both lost loved ones. Mo Ran silently wept and whispered in his mouth.

The album records everything that Leng Feng used to be, and before Mu Shiyun died, he often took pictures of Leng Feng with a camera.

"Hello so happy. Mo Ran flipped through the photo album and said softly.

Every photo, Mo Ran will look at it carefully, and will not let go of any detail.

And there is a photo that makes Mo Ran's eyes stay on for a long time.

This is a photo of Leng Feng when he was ten years old.

Mu Shiyun put her arms around his neck and smiled.

The cold wind leaned on Mu Shiyun's body, and he was also smiling.

It seems that every chapter of Mu Shiyun's photos will be smiling.

Mo Ran looked at it for a long time, and then continued to flip through the album.

When she turned to the last page, her hands trembled slightly.

Because the last photo in the album was taken three years ago, this is also the last photo of Mu Shiyun and Leng Feng before leaving.

In the photo, Leng Feng and Mu Shiyun stood side by side, both of them were smiling, Leng Feng was shorter than Mu Shiyun at that time, he was only 1.7 meters at the age of fifteen, but Mu Shiyun was 1.75 meters.

If Mu Shiyun was still alive, the cold wind would only be a little higher than her.

Mu Shiyun in the photo is always wearing a white dress, but the white dress in each photo is a different style, which is unfamiliar, because she knows clothes very well.

The album has been flipped, and Mo Ran closed the album and prepared to put it back in the box.

But the next moment, a photo in the box caught her eye.

Just now she looked at the photo album, and she didn't pay attention to the bottom of the box, there was actually a photo on it.

The photo is quite large, taking up two-thirds of the box.

Mo Ran took out the photo, and the next moment, tears kept flowing from her eyes.

In the photo, Leng Feng kneels on one knee in front of a tombstone, holding a long black sword stuck in the ground.

Black wings, right behind him.

The cold wind in the photo did not shed tears, and his eyes stayed on the tombstone.

Although there were no tears, the sadness was completely written on his face.

The photo was taken from the side, so everything was taken clearly.

The tombstone was not photographed, but Mo Ran guessed that this was Mu Shiyun's tombstone.

Mo Ran covered his mouth, and tears kept flowing.

She doesn't know how many times she cried herself, but this photo is definitely the one that makes her cry the most, because this photo represents Mu Shiyun's departure, and Leng Feng's real sadness.

Leng Feng was abandoned on the day he was born, and it was Mu Shiyun who saved him in the ice and snow and brought him back to the mountains to raise him.

For the sake of cold wind, Mu Shiyun gave up her life in the way of kings and chose to live in seclusion.

She gave Leng Feng the best living environment, because even in the deep mountains, Leng Feng did not lack anything.

Mu Shiyun taught Leng Feng everything, but just when Leng Feng could fulfill her filial piety, she died, without warning.

After her death, her body slowly dissipated and completely disappeared from the world.

Cold Wind could only erect a tombstone for her.

On the day Mu Shiyun died, Leng Feng felt that the world had collapsed, and tears could not express all his sadness, but he still cried for a day and a night.

Mo Ran is crying, and Leng Feng is also crying.

I don't know when, Leng Feng stood behind Mo Ran, looking at the photo.

He never shows his vulnerable side in front of others, but in front of Mu Shiyun, he will always be a child, even if it is a photo.

Sensing that someone was standing behind him, Mo Ran hurriedly turned his head.

"Why are you opening this box!" Leng Feng gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Anger slowly spread from his body, and he now felt the urge to chop Mo Ran to pieces.

This album will always be his taboo.

Mu Shiyun died three years ago, and he never had the courage to open the album.

And the photo of him kneeling on one knee in front of the tombstone was taken by Yun Zaitian, without Leng Feng's knowledge, and even Leng Feng didn't know that this photo existed.

When I saw that photo, the sadness that the cold wind suppressed and still broke out again.