Mo Ling looked at the two people in the carriage, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little sour. She involuntarily touched her face and fell into the memories, the past vivid.

What an enviable existence Mo Ling was in the past, she was born in a prominent family, the Mo family. One of the four elders of the Ao Chi clan is from this Mo clan.

Mo Ling's life is very good, she is someone else's child, with outstanding appearance, tall figure, and the most important thing is to learn superb medical skills.

Mo Ling has a brother who is ten years younger than her, Mo Huaxing, cute, innocent, and loves to be coquettish, and loves to pester Mo Ling to beg for a hug when he has nothing to do on weekdays, and his little mouth is as sweet as touching honey all day long.

One day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the breeze was blowing, and the birds were chirping happily.

Mo Ling sat leisurely under the tree and hugged the chubby little Hua Xing, and couldn't help but pull his little nose and quipped: "Hua Xing, you like to hug so much, when you grow up, my sister won't be able to hold you, so what should I do?" ”

Hua Xing listened to his sister's words, and bit his little finger in embarrassment, turning his little brain.

Mo Ling couldn't help but laugh when he saw his serious thinking little appearance.

Such happy, carefree days did not last long, because the storm came.

It was a dark day, the sky was as dark as night, the wind was fierce, the lightning was thundering, and the rain was pouring in an instant.

The four nations took advantage of the heavy rain to sneak attack the unsuspecting Ao clan, and the peace of the Ao Chi clan was broken.

Xiao Huaxing, the Mo family, and even the rest of the Ao Chi clan all fell victim to this cruel war.

In the pouring rain, Mo Ling tightly hugged Xiao Huaxing, who was covered in blood, and ran wildly in the forest, and the soldiers of the four countries behind him chased fiercely with weapons.

Before he died, Xiao Huaxing said to her, "Sister, is Huaxing going to die?" Hua Xing is so scared, why did they kill Hua Xing? Huaxing has always listened to his sister and been a good child.

Ahem, sister, Huaxing is so cold, it's dark, Huaxing really wants to sleep······ Daddy, mother, you are here to pick up Huaxing. ”

Mo Ling hugged him tightly with one hand, and kept stroking his little face with the other, and couldn't stop the tears, "Huaxing, you heard my sister say, you can't sleep, you know?" Don't go with your parents, don't leave your sister alone. ”

There was a little incomprehension, a little resentment, a little unwillingness, and maybe a lot of things in his eyes that she didn't understand, and before she could answer, he closed his eyes forever.

Mo Ling hugged his gradually cold body and cried heartbreakingly. Why is this, why is it that even such a young child as Huaxing is not spared?

As a result of her heartbreak, the mysterious power hidden in her body erupts uncontrollably.

There is a certain price to pay for having this kind of power, this is a forbidden technique of the Mo family, once the forbidden technique is unsealed, the person who is unsealed will be unconsciously extremely hungry for blood, and will freeze it by itself once every ten years, immortal, immortal, immortal.

Fortunately, she met the noble man in her life - Feng Muhan, the ancestor of the Ao Chi clan.

The soldiers of the four countries ruthlessly killed the Ao Chi people, and he fought frantically with the soldiers of the four countries, but after all, it was difficult to defeat the four hands with two fists.

The enemy was inexhaustible, the corpses of the clansmen were all over the field, and Ao Chi felt an unprecedented sense of sadness in his heart.

Man, how greedy, the desires in this world are endless, and these people will never be satisfied.

Ao Chi carried a sword and ruthlessly slashed the soldiers of the four countries, and he found her still a trace of breath from the pile of dead bodies, and she still held Hua Xing's corpse and did not let go.

After Ao Chi rescued her, he sealed her mysterious power in her body, but the left side of her face showed a gorgeous purple-tailed rose, and since then, she has been wearing a black veil.

Mo Ling and Mo Liu, they are all Ao Chi people who survived by luck, and of course, the age of the two should not be underestimated.

According to legend, out of nowhere, a man who looks like a fairy came, with delicate facial features, a pair of golden eyes, long ink-like hair tied by a golden hairband at will, and dressed in white.

In his arms, he held a little girl sleeping soundly in a hood, the little girl was also dressed in white, and the little girl could vaguely be seen to have a fan-shaped pattern on her forehead.

He told everyone that his name was Ao Chi, and that he and his sister Ao Bing happened to pass by here when they were traveling, and wanted to stay here for a while.

Everyone saw that he was gentle and polite, so they agreed to him without hesitation.

From the initial strangeness and restraint, to the defenselessness later, we warmly entertained two guests from afar.

A few years later, the Ao Chi clan was born, and several large families voluntarily joined together and were collectively known as the Ao Chi clan.

Under the leadership of Ao Chi, the Ao Chi clan gradually prospered, and the Feng Kingdom, Snow Country, Xiyue and even Donglin were all under the rule of the Ao Chi tribe.

The power-hungry royal families of the four countries are increasingly dissatisfied with being so controlled, and they want to be independent, so they simply form an alliance with the intention of eradicating Ao Chi and his clansmen in one fell swoop.

The kind-hearted Ao Chi people didn't know about the conspiracy of the royal families of the four countries, so they lost their lives in a daze.

Ao Chi looked at the clansmen who died in front of him one after another, he had always been calm, but at this moment, he was like a madman, raising his sword and frantically slaughtering the soldiers of the four countries, letting the blood splash on his face.

He is no longer the immortal figure he used to be, as if he is the embodiment of a hellish demon.

When the rulers of the four kingdoms saw that he was so desperate, they sent their strongest archers to shoot him with arrows.

The enemy's relentless rain of arrows shot at him, and Ao Bing saw countless arrows shooting towards his most beloved brother, and he was immediately anxious, and without thinking, he flew over and hugged Ao Chi to the death, blocking the fatal arrow for him.

Ao Chi was thrown to the ground by Ao Bing, and when he heard her muffled snort in pain, his pupils dilated instantly, and his hands trembled and touched the warm blood on her back, he went completely crazy, and raised his head to the gloomy sky and roared.

Ao Chi's long hair was flying wantonly in the wind, his eyes were red, his face was pale, his body was not stained with any rain, but it was stained with Ao Bing's blood, which was extremely weird.

All the life around him seemed to stand still in the rain, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

He stroked Ao Bing's pale little face, listened to her faint breathing, and choked up: "Bing'er, don't be afraid, my brother will take you home." ”

He slowly walked in one direction with her in his arms, and disappeared without a trace from everyone's sight.

What happened after that no one knows.