This old and thick familiar voice exploded in Mo Qinglan's mind like fireworks.

"It's you." Mo Qinglan was surprised.

The last time she fought with the python, she was seriously injured and almost went crazy, but it was this voice that appeared in time and saved her.

The other party sat up slowly, the thin quilt slipped off him, revealing a plain white shirt hanging on his thin body, his hands supporting the bed, his fingers slender and skinny, and every time he moved, it seemed to cost him a lot of strength.

Mo Qinglan wanted to go up and help him, but in the end, he just watched him finish with great difficulty and easily complete the actions that ordinary people can easily complete in a few breaths.

"I didn't expect to see a living person for the last time." The old man gasped for breath and calmed down, but he was still in the mood to laugh.

"I can take you out." Mo Qinglan was not easy.

She had thought about countless ways to meet this benefactor, and she had thought that she might never see each other again. But I never thought that when we met again, we would be separated forever.

"It's good here."

The old man smiled slightly, shook his head, and smiled like a person.

Mo Qinglan's brows furrowed again, she was distracted by his voice just now, this smile, this appearance, once again made her return to the kind of heart palpitations she had when she first met him.

"The bamboo building of the Feng clan includes those inside...... You'll take care of it. Mo Qinglan suppressed the palpitations in his heart and tried his best to make his tone normal.

"With a little effort, may the departed rest in peace." The old man bowed his head, although he did not answer positively, but he also admitted it.

"You're from the Feng Clan?" Mo Qinglan was puzzled.

"It's a sinner." The old man replied.

Mo Qinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his brain spun rapidly.

The Feng clan was destroyed by Ye Shuangqi, this person said that he was a sinner, so what is the relationship between him and Ye Shuangqi?

Although he wore half a mask to hide some of his face, this face ...... Let the name in my heart come out,

"You look like a person, or rather, he looks like you." Mo Qinglan said what he thought.

"Yes." The old man just smiled, not surprised by Mo Qinglan's answer.

"Back then, Emperor Xuhuang and Ye Shuangqi were out on a tour, and then only Ye Shuangqi returned to Yeyang Kingdom and two children. Ye Shuangqian claimed to the public that the Void Emperor was seriously ill and died of illness outside, but now it seems that this news is not true. Mo Qinglan put his hands around his chest and said indifferently.

"It's all sin, sin." The old man folded his hands and closed his eyes slightly, praying sincerely.

"Why do I want to save Mei Xiaogui and Mochen? You know them. When Mo Qinglan saw him like this, he already knew it in his heart. Although there were still many questions, she also knew that no matter how she asked, the other party would not answer the questions, so she changed the topic.

"Treat them well, and think you will repay me for saving my life." The old man did not answer Mo Qinglan's question positively.

"If you don't say it, I don't know how to save them. They're all fine now. Mo Qinglan didn't give up.

Why save? How to save? When to save? She can't be the bodyguard of the two of them, she should always be by her side.

"You've saved that kid, and everything is slowly getting back on track. She will take the road ahead. As for Ink Dust......" The old man mentioned Ink Dust, did not continue, and sighed softly.

This sigh is love, pain, and reluctance. Rao is cold-blooded and cold-hearted Mo Qinglan in the past, and his heart rippled when he heard it.

"What's wrong with Ink Dust? If you don't say it, I can ask him to ask you personally. Regarding Mo Chen, Mo Qinglan is more persistent.

"Ink dust is here too?" The old man was surprised, and looked at Mo Qinglan through the eyes of the mask, his eyes showed longing, and he was even more sad.

"Well, just outside the door, I'll call him." Mo Qinglan turned around and was about to leave, but in fact, she was just pretending to deceive the old man and wanted to get more truth. Unexpectedly, Mo Chen was really standing at the door, looking at the old man intently, and she couldn't help but stop.

The old man didn't notice that there was someone outside, and when he saw that Mo Qinglan was leaving, he became excited, waved his hand again and again, and shouted:

"No, no, no. I don't want to see him. I didn't know him at all. ”

"You don't know me, why do you want Qinglan to save me." Mochen walked in, step by step, slowly and heavily.

The old man's hands seemed to be frozen in the air, but he just looked down at the bed and remained silent.

"You don't want to see me, what are you afraid of? We don't know each other. Mo Chen slowly spit out word by word, his eyes were slightly cold, and his expression was sneering sadly.

Mo Qinglan's thin lips pursed slightly, and Mo Chen's expression clearly told her that they knew each other.

But the old man privately asked her to save Mochen and protect Mochen, and he was so excited not to see Mochen.

Mo Qinglan really didn't understand.

"Qinglan, can you go out first, I have something I want to ask him." Mo Chen looked at Mo Qinglan gently, with forbearance and sadness in his eyes.

Mo Qinglan opened his mouth slightly, but seeing that Mo Chen was like this, he nodded and walked out.

For the extremely cold land, for the Feng clan, for the ink dust, the mystery on the old man made her heart full of doubts.

But seeing Mochen's expression, she couldn't ask anything anymore.

"You go back." The old man looked at the shadows falling in front of the bed, but never looked up, and his voice was desolate and weak.

"Even if it's the last time, aren't you going to see me?" Mo Chen's voice was low and uncomfortable to hear.

This was the last conversation between the old man and Mo Chen that Mo Qinglan heard when he walked out of the door.

Perhaps because of the snow cover in the extremely cold place, even at night, you can still see the snowy peaks everywhere with the naked eye, and it is now falling with goose feathers.

Mo Qinglan leaned outside the snow cave, and the little deer king was tired of circling around her, and lay on the ground to nap.

She looked at the heavy snow and was distracted, thinking of the abnormal behavior that began after Mochen entered the bamboo building, and the attitude of being familiar with the old man but restraining each other, which made her brain unprecedentedly confused.

Thinking like this, she saw Mochen shuffling out.

When Mo Qinglan saw him come out, he quickly stood up straight and was about to go inside.

"No need." Mo Chen stretched out his hand to stop Mo Qinglan.

Mo Qinglan walked for a while, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

She still had a lot to ask the old man, but it was too late.

"Who is he?" In the end, Mo Qinglan pressed all the questions in his heart, and only asked the questions that he wanted to know the most and needed to be verified.

"I think you can guess." Mo Chen pulled out a smile, so sad.

"I want you to tell me personally." Mo Qinglan resisted the unbearability in his heart, and his tone was very indifferent.

Mochen took a step and walked into the snow, never looking back.

Mo Qinglan looked at Mo Chen's back in a daze, the snow was as dense as sprinkling salt, and Mo Chen quickly disappeared from her sight.