Don't read this chapter. Chapter 5 can be read.

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"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. Moment. She started again, finished the last work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face was reflected red by the red bonfire. But it seems even more seductive. Han Changyu from the bottom of my heart. I felt a hint of confusion.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a moment, she moved again. The final work was done. Then silently moved to a place far away from Han Changyu. Pick up the pieces of meat that are piled up on the ground, thread them with branches, and put them on the fire to roast them slowly.

The cold long looks at the bonfire. Look at the cold ink again. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly, and Han Moyu's pale face, which was reflected red by the red bonfire, looked even more bewitching. Han Changyu felt a trace of doubt from the bottom of his heart.

"Mo Yu, what kind of martial arts have you practiced?" Han Changyu finally broke the silence.

Han Moyu trembled and stopped what he was doing. But there was no answer. After a while, she started again, finished the final work, and then silently moved away from Han Changyu, picked up the pieces of meat that were piled up on the ground, threaded them with branches, and slowly roasted them on the fire.

Han Changyu looked at the bonfire, and looked at the cold ink language. At this moment, Han Moyu's white hair covered her eyes, (to be continued......)