Mo Wentian's voice entered Hua Langying's ears through the thick wooden door, making him can't help but squint his phoenix eyes, and Gongsun Yuexuan on the other side had already retreated with interest.

The person inside this wooden door is no longer a ghost hidden under the body of the moon shadow, he is the real existence of Huayue First Emperor Mo Wentian, and he is also the person he has hated for six hundred years and thought about for six hundred years.

Six hundred years ago, in order to allow himself to survive for eternity, Mo Wentian did not hesitate to unite the four countries to attack Miao Jiang and obtain blood Gu. But everything Mo Wentian did was to fulfill his promise to his eldest grandson Yuehua, that is, his mother, he didn't think about his feelings at all, and he didn't think about whether he wanted to live until now with the Ice Gu technique.

Hua Rongying even remembered that at the moment when the eldest grandson Yuehua fell her last breath, her affectionate and loving gaze fell on herself, and she whispered her name and said, "My departed son, my mother really doesn't want to leave you." ”

didn't want to leave him, just because the eldest grandson Yuehua didn't want to leave him, Mo Wentian sealed his body with blood Gu, and let him suffer for six hundred years, if it wasn't for Mo Qingjue inadvertently removing him from the ice bed ten years ago, maybe he would still look like a child.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Rongying suppressed the helplessness, hatred and sorrow on his face, gently raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door in front of him, and strode in.

At this time, Mo Wentian was sitting upright on his wooden bed, meditating with bated breath, and only after feeling the breath of Hua Langying entering the room did he open his eyes unhurriedly.

"You are quite relieved of me, you are not afraid that I will slap you." Hua Langying sat on the soft couch not far from Mo Wentian evilly, and said softly while wrapping his fingers around his black hair.

"You don't have the guts, let alone the strength." Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, Mo Wentian got down from the wooden bed unhurriedly, the cloak on his head had already been removed, and what appeared in front of Hua Rongying's eyes at this time was a demonic man who was very similar to himself.

Mo Wentian's physical body had been sealed in the Water Curtain Cave of the Peach Blossom Array for a full twenty years, so his skin had always had a sickly whiteness, and as for the blood-red at the corners of his lips, it was as terrifying as a drop of blood, probably due to the exercises he had cultivated.

"You are very confident, I hate you so much, you dare to appear in front of me like this." Hua Langying said softly.

Mo Wentian was practicing before, it was when he was the weakest, if Hua Xiangying made a move at this time, even if Mo Wentian did not die, he would be seriously injured. At that time, it would be difficult for him to control Shen Qiancheng and Mo Qingjue again, but he couldn't do this, if he did, then Lan Lingruo would be hopeless to resurrect.

Thinking of this, Hua Langying unconsciously hooked her lips, it seems that this Mo Wentian is sure that he will not do anything to him.

Glancing at Hua Langying lightly, Mo Wentian sneered: "You hate me? Who are you to hate me? If it weren't for me, would you have survived until now? ”

"Shut up!! If it weren't for you, how could I have been tortured by blood Gu day and night?? Don't ask the sky! Admit it, you are a selfish person, you used blood Gu to freeze me, just for the sake of the eldest grandson Yuehua!! ”

"Smack......

Before Hua Langying's words fell, a loud slap landed on his face.

Enduring the burning pain on her face, Hua Rongying slowly raised her head, stared at Mo Wentian deadly, and said coldly, "What's wrong?" Did I speak of your pain? Didn't you freeze me six hundred years ago for the sake of your eldest grandson Yuehua?! ”

Once, he may really have an inseparable flesh and blood affection for Mo Wentian and the eldest grandson Yuehua, but for six hundred years, he has been like falling into an endless dark cave, dying with blood Gu every day, he knows that he will not die, but he can't live either.

It was in such a desperate, bleak, and lightless world that he lived alone, alone, and his concern and longing for his father and mother were also consumed in such boring, torturous and bloody days.

"Bastard! How dare you call your mother by her name?! Listening to Hua Rongying's unrepentant words, Mo Wentian was even more angry, and saw that he was about to slap Hua Rongying's face again, but when he saw the disappointment in the eyes of Danfeng, who looked like the eldest grandson Yuehua, he stopped his movements.

After retracting his palm, Mo Wentian's eyes sank, and then pursed his lips and said, "Why did you appear in Manchester City with Mo Qingjue?" ”

"I naturally want to use Xu Wanyan's hand to lift the curse you put on the goddess clan six hundred years ago, as for Mo Qingjue, what is he for, you should know better than me, right?" Hua Rongying wouldn't tell Mo Wentian the fact that his blood Gu had been taken out, and he didn't believe anyone now.

"You want to unlock the curse of the goddesses?" Mo Wentian glanced coldly at the flowers, and his blood lips hooked unkindly.

Seeing this, Hua Langying also narrowed her eyes slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Yes, six hundred years ago, in order to take revenge on Yin Hua, you cast a secret technique on the goddess clan, causing the spiritual power of the goddess clan to decline year by year, and each generation of goddesses cannot live past the age of twenty. Don't ask the sky, I will tell you clearly today that I must solve the secret art of the goddess clan tomorrow. ”

Only by unlocking the secret technique that Mo Wentian once planted will the spiritual power of the goddess clan gush out again, and Lan Lingruo will be resurrected.

"Hmph, just because you also want to lift the secret technique I laid down, Mo Li, are you overconfident?!"

"Don't call me Moli! Can I unravel the secret technique, let's see!! Hua Langying's thin lips hooked slightly, then glanced at Mo Wentian coldly, turned around and quickly left Mo Wentian's room.

Mo Wentian wants to resurrect the eldest grandson Yuehua, he wants to remove the secret technique on Lan Lingruo's body, the two of them have their own abilities, he wants to see if Mo Wentian is really skilled.

Walking out of Mo Wentian's door, Hua Langying happened to see Gongsun Yuexuan standing on the trestle with an indifferent face. Walking slowly on the trestle bridge, Hua Langying followed Gongsun Yuexuan's gaze, and happened to see the scene of Shen Qiancheng and Mo Qing sitting standing in the small courtyard, one stroking the piano and the other playing the flute.

Seeing this scene, Hua Rongying's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Gongsun Yuexuan beside him a little leisurely, and said softly: "Gongsun Yuexuan, have you ever thought about returning to Mo Qingjue's side?" ”

Gongsun Yuexuan was in a trance, her eyes kept falling on the snow-white figure in the distance, but Hua Rongying's whisper pulled her gaze back.

After coming back to her senses, Gongsun Yuexuan recalled the words before the flowers and shadows, and returned to Mo Qingjue's side? Like a long, long time ago?

"Deputy Palace Master, what do you mean?"