Looking at the sky, Ming Mo said to himself: "You also know, I am an outcast, maybe you have all investigated my origins, but there is no news, it seems to have appeared out of thin air." ”

Looking down at Mu Xinglan, Ming Mo muttered: " Being abandoned, it is my fate, I don't hate anyone, because since I can remember, I have many relatives, before I was ten years old, in a small mountain village, although the people there are isolated from the world, but they are kind, innocent and simple, full of hope for the future, that time is the best time in my life, until I met my teacher, I embarked on the path of cultivation, I knew the conspiracy of the gods, on that day, everything was ruined, the village chief's grandfather, Sister Yuhua, all died, that kind of desperate feeling, I will not forget it in my life. ”

As he spoke, there was already a tear in his eyes, and he said that the man didn't flick when he had tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, which was something he couldn't forget in his life.

After listening to Ming Mo's words, and seeing the tears in his eyes again, Mu Xinglan's heart ached as if she couldn't breathe, she finally knew why he had been cultivating so hard, where did the sadness in his eyes come from, it turned out that he had carried so much, his enemies had been strong to the point of going against the sky, but he still didn't give up, he must take revenge, watching his relatives die, and he couldn't do anything about it, she could understand that feeling of despair.

She only now knew where the way he trained himself came from, it was clearly something he had experienced, and since the age of ten, it was hard for her to imagine how he had survived. Her only thought now is to hug him well, give him her own warmth, her own support, she wants to cry in distress.

Feeling Mu Xinglan's trembling body and her feelings, Ming Mo gently brushed the soft hair, and said softly: "Sister Xinglan, it's okay, everything has passed, I'm still fine now, isn't it?"

"No, you promise me, no matter what, you can't joke with your life, you're not alone anymore, you've left us, and I don't want you to go through so much suffering again. ”

Finally, Mu Xinglan hugged Mingmo and cried bitterly.

"Okay, okay, I promise you that in the future, you will cherish your life. ”

Gently hugging Mu Xinglan, the indescribable warmth in Ming Mo's heart, smelling her faint fragrance, Ming Mo's heart seemed to slowly calm down.

After crying for half a quarter of an hour, Mu Xinglan raised her head from the pear blossom in Ming Mo's arms, looked at Ming Mo gently, smiled, and gave her fragrant lips again.

And Ming Mo was stunned for a moment, and then responded unceremoniously. This kind of thing is not polite to a man, and if you pretend to be a gentleman at this time, you will definitely be a fool.

This time, Mu Xinglan was much more enthusiastic than before, and gave Ming Mo a hot wet kiss, which made Ming Mo feel like a fairy. Half an hour later, the two separated.

"Okay, Sister Xinglan, when the Wind Saint is solved this time, you come here again and wait for me, and I will take you to the Emperor's Tomb. ”

Looking at Mu Xinglan's reluctant appearance, Ming Mo felt very satisfied in his heart, he was the only one in the world who could make this beauty hall master remember it like this.

"Xiaomo, take care, Feng Sheng, this person is scheming, you have to be careful. ”

Glancing back at Ming Mo again, Mu Xinglan reluctantly tapped the lotus foot, and the figure disappeared here.

Watching Mu Xinglan leave, Ming Mo smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared in place, it was time for him to go to the next destination, but the next place was not as easy to talk as Mu Xinglan.

Thinking of the alluring woman who was as cold as an iceberg, Ming Mo sighed slightly in his heart, I don't know if she is okay.