The clouds are gone, the sun rises and sets, Mo Ran has been paralyzed for more than half a month, time is really a good medicine, Mo Ran no longer has the initial panic and madness, as if he has been used to this ordinary day.

In front of the window, Mo Ran sat quietly, with a broken book in his hand, and Ao Lingxian also changed into coarse cloth clothes, and there was no longer the domineering arrogance of the eldest lady.

That night, the pouring rain poured down, Mo Ran fell unconscious again, Ao Lingxian was at a loss, dragged him out of the valley, thundered, slipped and fell again and again, I don't know how long he walked, and finally lost his strength, and woke up in a tavern the next morning, it is said that a good Samaritan saved them, and later learned that the good Samaritan was the owner of this tavern, Lao Mai.

From their mouths, I learned that this is a small town in Zhujiang, a very interesting name, located in the south of the Wushan region, Lao Mai's face is big and slightly fat, his cheeks are unconscious, and his round eyes are intriguing, his co-boss is called Zhang Musan, a pair of triangular eyes look like a face, a glans toad face, a look of bad luck, is also a middle-aged man, the tavern is in the center of the town, the business is not bad, and the businessmen and cultivators who come and go will basically patronize this tavern, Yi Jinrong Tavern.

"I'll go down and help first, you wait for me. Ao Ling Xian told Mo Ran like a little daughter-in-law, Mo Ran turned his head and smiled: "Well, come back quickly." ”

"Uh-huh. After saying that, Ao Ling Xian went downstairs, because he lived here, Ao Ling Xian could only help if he was not enough, and he would work hard to clean up the dishes and chopsticks every day. Mo Ran sometimes thinks it's funny, but now he is taken care of by an eldest lady.

Since the last battle, Mo Ran's skills have been greatly damaged, full of resentment and suddenly paralyzed, and he has no choice but to put down his hatred for the time being. Maybe there are a few moments when he wants time to stop at this moment, sitting in front of the window, looking down on the world, knowing that his life and death are together, what more can he ask for?

But, at some point, there is always a voice that comes from the depths of my heart, I am not wrong, why do I kill, what is the reason for the constant strife in the world, power, power, or the so-called faith.

There seems to be another Mo Ran hidden in my heart, always reminding Mo Ran that blood debts and blood are repaid!

"Reversal" Chapter 79 Pig Frontier Town Lao Mai Zhang Musan is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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