Lin Ming takes good care of his body, just like taking care of a house, sprinkling and cleaning, buying furniture, and even arranging maids in a timely manner.

Although, this servant is not very qualified.

This was the first time Mo Xie had seen Lin Ming's disciple in the real world, the girl named "Lan Xin".

Coincidentally, he actually knew another girl named "Lan Xin", perhaps because she had this memory on the dark side, so she left this life.

It was an encounter in college, but it didn't keep her after all.

At that time, Mo Ye had nothing.

And now?

Perhaps he wished he had never had anything, so he didn't have to bear anything.

……

Today's master is a little strange.

Lan Xin felt it early in the morning when she served the food.

Lin Ming gave her the feeling of being like an iron plate before, cold, without a trace of emotions that belong to human beings.

But today's "Linming" has warmth in his eyes, and ......

Compassion?!

Lan Xin was sure she couldn't be mistaken, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Lan Xin?" Mo Ye called out tentatively, his voice was hoarse, different from Lin Ming's unwavering.

If he really grows stubble at this time, and then looks more handsome, he can almost go straight to the audition.

"Master. Lan Xin responded, her voice had the taste of Linming, but she was a little immature

"Okay, let's go eat out today. Mo Xie looked at the food in front of him, and from Lin Ming's memory, he knew that these foods were all added.

That is, a master like Lin Ming can teach his apprentice like this, but he is not qualified to say that Lin Ming's is not, after all, they are one, and if Lin Ming's apprentice is not level, he himself is not level.

didn't think much about it at the moment, and directly used mental power to wrap the whole body-according to Lin Ming's memory, you need to be careful when you come into close contact with Lan Xin.

This girl is a small arsenal, and if you take the train, you will definitely not be able to pass the security check.

Soon Mo Xie understood this, and then he also learned that this girl's talent for playing with knives was much stronger than her current spiritual power......

"Zheng!"

Mo Ye, who had just changed his shoes and walked to the door, was hit with a flying knife, and under his perception, this flying knife was clearly attached to telekinesis.

But fortunately, there is the existence of a telekinetic shield, otherwise Mo Ye can get multiple pendants on his body.

The flying knife was grabbed by Mo Ye in his hand, and the blade was blue, obviously with ingredients.

Neither Mo Xie nor Lan Xin said anything about this, and even Mo Xie handed the knife back to Lan Xin, but the latter was obviously overdrawn and was in the process of collapsing.

"What's your last name?" Mo Xie didn't know why he asked this question, Lin Ming didn't get a fragment of her surname in Lan Xin's memory, thinking that she didn't know what her last name was, and "Lan Xin" was probably her mother's name.

For a dusty woman, it is not easy to think of such a name, as for the surname, only God knows who Lan Xin's father is.

Mo Xie doesn't have a surname, he doesn't have a surname Mo, it's just that he doesn't want to put himself in that dirty word.

He would rather have his surname Mo.

"My surname is Lee. "This little guy has obviously read some books that are not suitable for her age, and has already defined her full name at this time.

"Is this a 'Xiao Li Flying Knife'......" Mo Ye looked at the poisonous fruit knife in his hand speechlessly.

What he didn't notice was that his mood had finally improved a little, at least he had begun to think about what he was going to bring back to Lan Xin.

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The afternoon sun shone on Lan Xin's closed eyes, and this somewhat dazzling light woke up the girl.

"Hmm......"

She let out a low sigh and slowly regained control of her body.

The numb feeling was like a swarm of carnivorous ants, being expelled little by little by Lan Xin from his fingertips. Soon she struggled to get her right hand out of the covers.

She blocked the sunlight in front of her, letting them leak through her fingers and take on the hairy edges.

How long did you sleep this time?

Lan Xin recalled the stab that had concentrated all her strength.

The telekinesis that Lin Ming taught her was transported by her to the flying knife, so that the flying knife, which could not control the flight trajectory after getting rid of it, had room to turn.

She aimed at Mo Xie's back, but the final focus of her expected focus was Mo Xie's neck.

It's just that her knife only stayed one foot behind Mo Xie, and even if she activated the mental power on the knife, she couldn't stab half a minute again.

Then, the terrible man, the murderer, grabbed her throwing knife like an insect that had lost its wings.

"Why ......" She's failed too many times, and she fails many times a day.

Is there anything more torturous than being in the same room with the murderer of his brother and not even getting a single hair from the other party?

Why didn't he kill himself yet?

At this time, Lan Xin's mind was full of such questions.

"Huh!"

The sunlight was cut by something sharp and sharp, it was a knife, a ten-centimeter blade, a three-centimeter handle, a very incongruous structure.

This knife is simply a waste product, no matter where it will be used, but such a knife floats in front of Lan Xin's eyes out of thin air.

"For you. Mo Ye's voice sounded at this time.

His voice was still hoarse.

This throwing knife is not for ordinary people, but for those with telekinesis. It is purely handmade, the drawings are provided by the Holy Scriptures, and the raw materials come from a steel mill in SD City.

The surface of the knife is also engraved with a dragon-head-like, eerie pattern.

The meaning of that pattern is "soul devouring", and so far in this world, Mo Xie has not encountered the so-called "spirit".

But that's okay, be prepared.

"Thank you, master. Lan Xin took the knife, and she grabbed it like this, not avoiding the blade.

It's just that her hand was not cut, and Mo Ye protected her fingers with mental power.

She sat up.

Lan Xin does not have her own room, this room is a two-bedroom living room, and the other "room" is a bathroom.

So she slept in the hall, where a bed was built quite out of shape.

And when she got up, she found that her coat was not on her body.

"My coat ......," she whispered, even someone like she had let go of life and death still had something she couldn't let go.

"I took it off, you probably want to catch a cold. ”

Now the temperature outside is minus 10 degrees Celsius.

"......" Lan Xin looked at Mo Ye (making flying knives) who was carving in a pile of materials, and suddenly felt that it would be a pleasant thing if he could still send out a knife of the same level as in the morning.