The Xuanyu Continent is an immortal continent. He is not immortal in the divine realm, nor is he mediocre in the human realm.

Mo Youran has understood this truth since he was a child.

A young man dressed in purple, his delicate and handsome face was slightly pale, his eyes were gloomy, and he had no expression. The dark purple tunic just shows the slender and well-proportioned figure of the owner.

This person is Mo Youran, the only son of Mo Tianyi, the head of the Mo family.

Mo Tianyi, the youngest patriarch in the entire Lingyu City, and his son Mo Youran, the only wasted person in the entire Lingyu City who has no inspiration!

This has long been an old stalk for people in the city after tea and dinner.

At this time, Mo Youran was standing on a piece of bluestone next to the lake, looking at the lake without squinting.

"Yo, isn't this the eldest brother? What? You don't need to go to the clan to teach and think about life by this lake!" a light voice sounded with the sound of chaotic footsteps.

There were four people, three men and one woman.

The woman on the left who turned her head to the side, her hair was high and delicate, her good-looking facial features were matched with a soft goose egg face, elegant and heroic, this woman's name was Mo Mingwen, and she was the daughter of Uncle Mo Youran's family.

Next to him is his brother Mo Mingjie, the two have extremely similar facial features, and Mo Mingjie's tough cheeks set off mature masculinity early.

The two on the right are the two sons of the third uncle's family, Mo Zhihua and Mo Zhiyuan, and Mo Mingjie and Mo Mingwen are different in that the two boys look softer and look like scholars.

Among the direct younger generation in the Mo family, Mo Youran is the largest, followed by Mo Mingjie, then Mo Zhihua and Mo Zhiyuan, and the youngest is Mo Mingwen.

Don't look at Mo Inscription's age, but among the five people, Mo Inscription's natural power is the highest!

A girl's natural power turned out to be a heaven-level wind!

Mo Mingwen's own talent is good, and coupled with her hard and diligent cultivation, her ability level has broken through to the intermediate level, although it is only an intermediate level. But it can be regarded as a leader among the younger generation in Lingyu City.

In contrast, Mo Mingwen's four elder brothers are a little worse.

This time is the rest time of the clan teaching. All four wore white school uniforms and purple-rimmed round brooches on their chests, with their respective natural attributes underneath the family emblems.

No matter how you look at it, the four of them know that they are the sons and ladies of the big family, with a graceful demeanor and an extraordinary temperament! But this bearing is not included in front of Mo Youran.

Just now, the person who spoke was Mo Zhiyuan, who had a sarcastic face on the right.

Mo Youran ignored it, and still looked at the lake as if he hadn't heard it, his eyes never wandered.

"The eldest brother deserves to be the eldest brother, and the realm is high. It would be great if the eldest brother's cultivation was so high. ”

Mo Youran's ignorance made Mo Zhiyuan laugh angrily.

"Hahaha......"

At this time, Mo Zhihua's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth hung into a chuckle:

"Big brother, don't stay by this lake, how dangerous it is, be careful not to fall into the lake. ”

"Yes, big brother, let's go, I'm afraid no one will have time to save you, you better stop joking with your life!"

Mo Mingjie also gloated.

The three boys, you and I say a word, undisguised ridicule and sarcasm, impacting Mo Youran's eardrums, penetrating his strong appearance like a sharp knife, intertwined and sliced on his broken heart.

Even the guards and servants who passed by chuckled.

Yes! Mo Youran, the son of the patriarch's waste wood, has been unable to cultivate since he was a child, and has been rejected by his family and brothers, this is nothing! The most important thing is that the patriarch and the patriarch's wife have gradually become cold in the face of Mo Youran!

This caused even the servants of the house to dare to laugh at him to his face.

This pain has been endured for twelve years since he was three years old.

"Who's that little boy in a gorgeous dress?"

"You're new? he's our patriarch's son, Mo Youran. ”

"He is the waste of the Mo family who can't cultivate, Mo Youran......"

"Yes, he will be reincarnated, and if this is a child in an ordinary family, it will not be thrown away long ago. ”

If you weren't born in this Mo family, you wouldn't even be as good as a beggar. ”

............

"Let's go back!" An indifferent female voice sounded, turned around and walked towards the corridor, without looking at Mo Youran from beginning to end.

A person who is judged to be a waste wood at birth, no matter how smart and noble his status is, will not help. The girl shook her head in disappointment.

Even if he only has the humble inspiration of an ordinary person, he will be the inevitable candidate for the next generation of family heads.

Heaven-level Fire ...... It's a terrible thing.

"Inscription, you go slowly, wait for us!" the three boys chased after him.

After the four of them walked away, Mo Youran looked down at his purple family clothes, and felt very lonely and lonely in his heart.

"Father, I want to go to the clan education office to take lessons with my younger siblings. Six-year-old Mo Youran's immature voice pleaded.

"Zero sensibility, there's no need to go!" Mo Tianyi didn't take his eyes off the bookcase, and was serious.

"Mother, I want ......"

"Stay in this Xiangyun Pavilion courtyard and don't run around. ”

Father and mother had said since he was a child that with his zero-sense fire attribute ability and none, he was destined to not be able to cultivate.

Zero inductive power means that it cannot sense nature, and cannot call on and obtain the ability to use it from nature. Naturally, there is no need to learn the method of cultivation from the clan teachings.

So Mo Youran has no school uniform, he has been wearing a purple family uniform since he was a child, and he does not have a special brooch badge that symbolizes his personal identity.

No! It's not nothing! Mo Youran took out the wooden badge he had secretly carved from the embroidery bag, and under the majestic family emblem, Mo Youran carved a flame of fire for himself.

He comforted himself by caressing it gently, carefully tracing every line on the wooden badge with his index finger.

This wooden badge was carved by Mo Youran when he was eight years old, because everyone has a brooch badge issued by the clan. Later, even the younger brothers and sisters in the clan were gone, but my father still didn't give him one.

Mo Youran once begged his mother, but his mother only said four words: What is the use of that!

Pei Youran was full of loss. He knew that it was the reason for his zero sensibility, and he knew that no one in the clan would give him a badge in the future, and a sense of powerlessness made him depressed for a whole day.

So the next day, eight-year-old Mo Youran carved one with a knife in one hand and a wood in the other. He was especially pleased with the flame he had carved, and happily took the wooden badge with his blood stained on it to clean, and the wound on his hand was not painful at that time.

The pain was that when the wound was found by his mother and the medicine was applied, he bared his teeth in pain.

That time, my mother's eyes were full of anger and distress, and my father sighed heavily.

I miss it so much......

As Mo Youran grew up, the gradual indifference of his father and mother made Mo Youran truly become a 'person'......

The Mo family is so big, there are so many clansmen, and Mo Youran has always been alone! It's like he will never be able to fit in here.

Mo Youran held the wooden badge tightly in his hand, and put his hands close to his chest: May the afterlife be warm and not cold!