Finally cleaned up the four plates of leftover cold rice, Yang Haohui finished washing the dishes and walked back to his room leisurely. As soon as a person eats enough, he will inevitably be sleepy, let alone sleepy. Finally, the holiday was over, and the people who urged him to cultivate left, and the people who accompanied him in his cultivation also went home. In the rare leisure time, he didn't even bother to change his clothes, and fell headlong on his rather soft bed. But he buried his face in the pillow for a long time, but Yang Haohui couldn't sleep.

It was so quiet that you could hear the dripping sound of the faucet in the bathroom. Thinking about it now, Yang Haohui suddenly realized that Yeyin Palace was really big, like his original old villa.

In normal times, it is impossible for the Yeyin Palace to be so quiet during the day. There will be a heavy sound of chiseling the wall, it is Han Shihao who is lifting his shield against the wall in the underground training room to exercise; there will be a faint sound of warblers and swallows, which is the girl next door who is tirelessly discussing this year's popular skirts; there will also be a thundering sound, this is more miserable, it is Seidel punishing Feng Haogeng to sleep in class.

Everyone is gone, but the air is still full, and the body temperature of others has not yet dissipated. He had always loved silence and had always hated the noise. I don't know when I started to miss those voices a little.

Light snow flies outside, but it doesn't get in the way of sunshine. He got up again, sat alone in the empty dormitory and "cut off the power" for a while, and was rarely willing to spend money to order a takeaway from the Food Banquet Palace. Fried beef and camel meat, double roast goose, mixed salad bowls, a barrel of ale wine, just like the supper the night before the actual combat class, I took a book by the bedside and ate it in small bites while reading.

The door of the dormitory was opened with a big bang, and Yang Haohui looked over in surprise with a roast goose leg in his mouth, and Mo Meng was standing at the door.

A cylindrical glass was thrown over, and Yang Haohui caught the cup familiarly, and looked at the fruit in the cup: "Dragon fruit and bananas, today's combination is also very strange." ”

"If you want to lose weight, this is a very popular diet meal lately. Mo Meng grinned and jumped into the room.

"Go in and change your shoes. ”

"Oh. Mo Meng obediently retreated to the door and took a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet at the door.

Yang Haohui himself always looks sloppy, and the room is also very messy, with all kinds of books all over the floor. But magical

is not dirty, it can even be said to be spotless. It is inevitable that they will visit each other when they live together, and Yang Haohui prepared a pair of slippers for everyone to enter the house. Mo Meng smiled again while carrying the cotton drags, it was cold in winter, and the original summer sandals were all changed, and Yang Haohui always did everything.

Yang Haohui shook his head in helplessness, and the arm holding the glass appeared in light lines, shaking the glass containing the fruit at high speed.

In addition to "power outage", Yang Haohui has a lot of fame in the ghost class, but he is not very domineering. Han Shihao would occasionally call him "humanoid shaking lamp", Ye Ruohua would call him "brother-in-law", and Feng Haogeng would call him "cook". It's really because Yang Haohui is so talented, and he can take care of everyone's daily life by himself. Even Lan Borou, who has always been honest, occasionally sighs: "Yang Haohui, it's so easy to use." ”

For Mo Meng, Yang Haohui's new function is the "juicer", every time before going to bed or in the morning, Mo Meng will ask him to help make a glass of juice, "Shenxing" is really a good meta technique that is convenient and fast for home travel.

After shaking his hand for a minute, the two fruits in the glass completely turned into puree, Yang Haohui took the water cup at the head of the bed and mixed it with some hot water, and added a few pieces of rock sugar - he usually put the things he usually used next to the bed, and shook them for another half a minute, and then threw them back to Mo Meng.

Mo Meng, who had been waiting on the chair for a long time, took a big sip and licked his lips: "It's delicious." ”

"There's still something to eat, you haven't had breakfast, you can eat some too. "Yang Haohui ordered two servings, just one more big stomach. Mo Meng was not polite, and also learned from Yang Haohui to pick up a roast goose leg and nibble.

"Why haven't you left yet?" asked Yang Haohui.

"Don't worry, you want to stay longer, what about you, Brother Yang?" Mo Meng asked back.

"Where can I go?" Yang Haohui flipped through a page of the book, without lifting his eyelids.

Mo Meng was stunned, and suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. Yang Haohui is a person from another world, only she knows at present, he must actually want to go home, but his real home is far away in another world.

"Don't you know an uncle named Hank here? don't you want to go back and see?" Yang Haohui had already found time to talk to her about her in the past, Mo Meng said.

Yang Haohui handed her a piece of stationery.

Xiaohui:

See the letter.

The powder of the communication snail is smeared on the envelope and can be applied to the snail.

Take the kids out to play, don't read it.

More contact, all good.

January 29, 619 A.D

Hank Apohuan

"Poof. Mo Meng couldn't hold back her joy, she folded the letter and handed it back, "Didn't you say that this uncle is a chatterbox? ”

"They are going to the Northern Metaverse to play for a month, so there is no one to go back to. Yang Haohui said.

"Ah...... It's kind of pathetic. Saying that, Mo Meng reached out to touch Yang Haohui's head, "Don't cry, don't cry, fly away in pain." ”

Yang Haohui's head was swayed from side to side by snoring, but he didn't resist, he still read by himself. Seeing that Yang Haohui didn't react, Mo Meng didn't bother to joke, moved the chair under his butt to Yang Haohui's bedside, and took out a book from the travel ring to look at the drawing.

This is an old book with yellowed bark and a leather cover, and Yang Haohui has seen Mo Meng hold it in his hand more than once. I heard Mo Meng herself say that at that time, in the original world, she didn't change her beggar clothes because she was carrying this book in her arms, and it seemed that she should cherish it quite a lot. With Mo Meng's temperament, Yang Haohui really can't imagine that she will quietly hold the book and read it, and she can't help but be a little curious about the content. In addition, he loves to read books and wants to borrow them more than once, but Mo Meng, who has always listened to him, is unswerving in this matter, no one asks, and he can't touch it. Over time, he stopped mentioning this stubble.

But curiosity is inevitable, because the book is called "Death". It was really difficult for such a dark name Yang Haohui to associate him with Mo Meng's image, and later Mo Meng explained that this was a horror novel that she had loved since she was a child, and it was not suitable for the mental health of a child of Yang Haohui's age.

I don't know what position she is saying this, obviously one year younger than herself.

You turn a page, I turn a page, and the sound of the two reading the pages gradually overlaps. Yang Haohui and Mo Meng's relationship mode is like this, after chatting for two sentences, they will start to do their own thing, but after a while, a new topic will jump out of Mo Meng's mouth.

Mo Meng hummed an unknown tune while turning the page, and the sunlight slanted through the window, reflecting her side face clearly and ruddy. The sound of flipping books and humming songs is a bit noisy, even if you read a book, Momeng is not a quiet person. But listening to it, Yang Haohui's originally empty heart actually calmed down, and Yeyin Palace didn't seem to be as big as it felt just now.

"After reading it, satisfied. In less than five minutes, Mo Meng put the book back again.

Sure enough, another topic was about to begin.

"It just so happens that everyone is here, and I have something to ask you. Yang Haohui hesitated, closed the book, and changed from a sleeping position to a sitting position, this time it was rare that he opened the topic first.

Mo Meng blinked, silently straightened her waist and sat down. Because Yang Haohui's expression was rare and serious, she subconsciously sat like a good student waiting to raise her hand to speak.

"Haiyi, Teacher Yang, please say, Mo Meng knows everything. She raised her hand in a decent manner.

"Have you chased too much at my house...... Don't learn from the Japanese. Yang Haohui looked directly into Mo Meng's big black eyes, "How do I go back?"

A while ago, I was busy with the final exam, everyone was very busy, and I was afraid that the fake amnesia would be revealed, so Yang Haohui endured it and didn't mention it. Today happened to be a holiday, and Mo Meng had a chance to be alone, and asked the question he had been holding back for a long time.

"That's it. Mo Meng nodded.

"Is it convenient to say?" asked Yang Haohui.

The stakes are very high, why did he come to the Tianyuan Realm? Who is Mo Meng? Where are his parents? How to go back? All the information that Yang Haohui knows at present is focused on the girl in front of him. But because of the importance of the matter, Yang Haohui was worried that Mo Meng would have something unspeakable.

"Hmm...... It feels like there's a lot to say. Mo Meng held his head and thought for a while, "Brother Yang, you ask one and I'll answer one, I don't know where to start." ”

Mo Meng's answer made Yang Haohui breathe a sigh of relief: "First tell me how you got there...... Over there, I'm curious about this, you probably haven't seen the 'key' before you met me. He shook the hexagonal crystal in his hand, "In other words, either there is another key here in the Tianyuan Realm, or you don't use this method when you go there." ”

"It's really not, but the story is a bit long, and the origin is a letter. Mo Meng said.

"Letter?"

"That's right, a declaration of war. Mo Meng nodded, "I also want to apologize to you, Brother Yang, when I first met you, out of consideration for my own safety, I told you that I have no family, but in fact, this is not the case, I was born in a family of guards." ”

"A lot of families here have been guardsmen for generations, I know. "Yang Haohui is not a newcomer," and when I first met you, I also said that my surname was Liu, and it was flat. Anyway, you don't have a surname, and the family of guards surnamed Mo ......"

"My father's name is Mo Ye, nicknamed 'Swallowing Star'. Mo Meng said.

"Swallowing stars?" Yang Haohui chewed on the name for a while, and was so frightened that he almost didn't jump out of bed, "Swallowing Star Ink Industry??, one of the Four Emperors?!"

He had heard of the name of this great power in the previous conversation with Yeyin, but he didn't care. That kind of legendary character is too far away from him, and Yeyin does not have the rigor of Han Shihao to write his name again after introduction, so he should be a polyphonic character like "Mo" or "Mo". Now think about it, the ink industry is ...... The first aboriginal of the Tianyuan Realm he met was actually the eldest lady of one of the four strongest people in the family today!

"Yes, but he's him, I'm me. In normal times, Mo Meng would definitely cross her waist and say something like "awesome, awesome", but her tone was very light, and she seemed to be a little resistant to mentioning her father's name.

"No wonder you chose the University Palace, which is a major in the guard, and no wonder you don't even have to take the entrance exam. Yang Haohui pondered, "Let's reply to the letter, I can send a declaration of war to the Four Emperors...... Who is the writer?"

"It's not about a specific person, it's an organization, and there's only one figure. Mo Meng took a piece of paper and a silver corner pen from the table, drew a pattern of crosses and circles, and painted a dot in the center of the circle of this strange pattern.

"What is this?" Yang Haohui looked familiar.

"Brother Yang, you haven't been here for a long time, and you may not know very well, this is the symbol of the Guards Union. Mo Meng rushed the patterned side towards Yang Haohui, and used the tip of the pen to point at the four corners of the circle divided by the cross one by one, "The circle represents the Tianyuan Realm, and each quarter circle represents the current four Metaverses. As for the central point, you don't need to say that you understand. ”

"The Middle Metaverse, the head of the Five Realms. Yang Haohui nodded, "Is it the Guards Union?"

Mo Meng shook his head, and suddenly added two more strokes to the original union pattern, which was a diagonal cross: "It's this, the biggest criminal organization in the Tianyuan Realm at the moment, 'Shadow Martial Arts'." ”

"This is a new criminal organization that has suddenly emerged in recent years, and the organization is very large. The organization has more than 3 million people, including the five major metaverses, most of the criminals in all neutral zones. Robbery, murder, rape and even the human trade and poppy trafficking are all aggravated. It is recognized by the Tian Yuan Realm as the only criminal organization that has the strength to confront the Bright Alliance head-on. Mo Meng clicked on the new pattern on the paper, "This is the symbol of the Shadow Martial Organization, the real meaning of these two newly added crosses is actually 'claw marks', and they call themselves 'claws that tear apart the Tianyuan Realm'. ”

"Guangmeng, Yingwu, it's the right match. Yang Haohui said, "Now it's understandable, Shadow Martial has declared war on your father?"

"It's to the Middle Metaverse, to the Light Alliance. There is nothing special in the letter, the general meaning is that they will launch a large-scale attack on the headquarters of the Light Alliance, and if they have the ability, they will stop us and so on, in short, it is very arrogant. Mo Meng pouted, she was a master who only allowed herself to be arrogant, and she never allowed others to be arrogant in her eyes.

"And then?"

"What else, one of the Four Emperors is also under the management of the Middle Metaverse, so he naturally has the duty to defend it. My father decided to exhibit, and I was his daughter, so naturally I was going too. But strange to say, although Yingwu is large-scale, he has always been very low-key, and it is the first time that he has been looking for things so openly. Mo Meng spread his hands.

"You...... Joining the war at the age of 11?" Yang Haohui recalled that she dared to hijack herself with a wooden stick, and she knew it at the moment.

"yes, I'm very strong, and I've killed a lot of bad guys. Mo Meng smiled.

Yang Haohui looked at Mo Meng, and the little girl smiled lightly. But he understood that Mo Meng had omitted a lot of details because she didn't want to worry about herself. He has also experienced a lot of battles, and he knows the bloody cruelty hidden under the bloody word battle. Obviously, Mo Meng is still a year younger than him, but he is already about to raise a knife to kill the enemy, and he can still tell it indifferently. On the battlefield filled with the smell of blood and roars, an 11-year-old girl charged forward with a knife and a knife...... He couldn't help but think of the crying and noisy Mo Meng on weekdays, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

"Tell me about it again. He said suddenly.

Mo Meng was stunned, she looked at Yang Haohui's gaze, and said "um" obediently.

"And then?" Yang Haohui took the topic.