"Is this the first time Mengdie has gone far away?" Looking at the girl's shy face, Ming Mo asked with a smile.

"Well, this is my first time coming out, I used to stay at home, I never went out of the Wind Mountain, my father didn't let me go out, for fear of encountering any danger, my mother taught other girls that they should be gentle, so I left home for the first time in so many years. ”

Hua Mengdie may have remembered home, and said with an unusually gentle face.

"Brother Mingmo, what about you, where are you from, and how did you come here?"

Hua Mengdie looked at Ming Mo curiously and asked.

"I'm a person from the Red Lotus Kingdom of the Fire God Temple, and I came out to experience this time, but I didn't expect to meet you!"

Ming Mo smiled slightly, and did not shy away from it, and directly said his origin, he didn't think that this girl was harmful to him.

"It turns out that Brother Mingmo came out to practice, and he is still from the Fire God Temple. Hua Mengdie smiled when she heard this, she didn't expect that Mingmo was actually not from the Wind God Temple, but from the Fire God Temple.

In this way, the two chatted for a while, Hua Mengdie went into the tent to sleep, while Ming Mo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and cultivated, and cultivated to the point where he was, it didn't make a difference whether he slept or not, cultivation was sleeping.

And Xiaobai kept vigil outside, and there was nothing to do all night, and soon the next day came.

Sitting cross-legged, the half of Ming Mo's body melted into the golden sunlight, I don't know if it was the golden rays or the sun's rays from his body, which made Ming Mo Lingxiu extraordinary, like a golden statue.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and wisps of purple gas were sucked into his mouth and nose by the ink, and a faint purple glow in the golden glow. As Ming Mo breathed, a white turbid breath was exhaled by Ming Mo. The eyes slowly opened, and a pair of ink-like eyes turned golden in the sunlight, with a faint purple in the gold, which looked extremely bewitching.

"It seems that the ancient saying of Huaxia is right, it is indeed purple qi coming from the east, and the innate purple qi produced when the sun has just risen every day is really good, and it is more refined than spiritual power, but unfortunately, it is too little. ”

Ming Mo looked at the sun that had risen in the sky and said with a faint smile, just now he saw the purple energy of the sun in the sky, so he meditated and absorbed it, but he didn't expect it to be extremely pure, but it was too little, and there was only this little time every day. But it's already good to be like this, didn't those cultivators in the Xiuzhen novels in the previous life all meditate in front of the morning sun every day, just to absorb the wisp of purple qi that had just been generated.

Seeing that Hua Mengdie had not yet come out of the tent, Ming Mo confessed a little white, and disappeared in place with a little foot.

Half an hour later, Minmo returned, still holding a washed and peeled rabbit in his hand. simply set up a fire rack, and Mingmo lit a fire to roast rabbit meat.

As time passed, the rabbit meat became golden little by little, and the rich aroma has wafted in. And the flower dream butterfly in the tent finally woke up. The tent was opened, Hua Mengdie walked out, and Ming Mo couldn't take his eyes off it.

I saw Hua Mengdie's sleepy eyes, her long purple hair was slightly messy due to sleep, but it had a lazy beauty, her eyebrows were light, she didn't seem to be really awake, the purple clothes on her body were a little loose, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful figure, her chest at the age of sixteen had developed considerably, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on her face, flashing with a faint brilliance, and her side face was shining like jade.

The clothes on his body are also full of golden sunlight, his delicate body is like a breeze, his long purple hair is dreamlike against the background of the sun, and he has an incomparably pure and delicate temperament, like a fairy above the nine heavens, as if he does not belong to the world.