It was night, the breeze was blowing, blowing the man's long ink-splashed hair to scatter wantonly, but it didn't make people feel messy, and under the wanton flowing hair, a face that was stunning enough, so clear that there was a little indifference to the expression of emptiness, contempt for strife, and disdain for worldly love. The corners of the cold lips are slightly hooked, the eyes are dark, a handsome spin body, the silver sword is out of the sheath in an instant, and the sword falls in his hand, and the speed is staggering. The sound of the sword slicing through the flesh and the plasma gushing out of it had just stopped, and then there was a sound of falling to the ground.

The man holding the silver sword stood in a group of corpses, dressed in white, and it was so eye-catching in a piece of blood red, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked before he could purse it, and a drop of blood splashed on the man's white cheeks, adding a bit of evil energy, and the man wiped it away casually, but he didn't know how tempting this random action was.

The corners of the man's cold lips were slightly hooked, very evil.

"Senior Mo, I know you're here!" There was no expression in the man's eyes, but he looked a little indifferent.

As soon as his words fell, a slender figure slowly walked out behind the locust tree, and his face was pleasant, and his face was a little cold like a fairy, and it was a little incongruous. Maybe he should be indifferent and ruthless even if he was an immortal, but now he is smiling like spring, which makes people feel very surprised.

"Sure enough, I didn't mistake you, I am close friends with your senior sister, and you and I don't need to be so polite." The fairy-like man not only smiled, but his tone of voice was still warm as spring, and a pair of eyes looked at the man in front of him with a little appreciation.

Yes, the man in front of him is Chenfeng, who has not been seen for a long time. is obviously about the same age as Liang Chenyue, but now he is wrapped in white, arrogant like a bird, and full of ambition. It's only been a few months, and when I saw it, it changed so much, Mo Qichen sighed slightly in his heart.

"Senior Mo, I'll just ask you a word. What you said before is true? Didn't lie to me? Chen Feng's gentle face was arrogant, indifferent, and full of expressions that did not match his age.

Mo Qichen smiled slightly, and gradually said: "Last time, I said that as long as you can complete this mission, I will let you leave Purgatory City in advance. You've done all the tricky tasks, and you've done them well, and my previous words naturally count. Mo Qichen gradually walked into Chenfeng, and continued: "But what I'm more curious about is that it's only been a few months, why has your ability improved so quickly?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Feng opened her eyes slightly, her eyes were full of murderous energy, that day her wedding dress burned the world like fire, and since then the remnant sun has been burned into her heart, like cinnabar. He won't, and he won't!

After being silent for a long time, he looked back at Mo Qichen and said excitedly: "Senior Mo, if you are like me, there is someone who needs to be protected, you will naturally do your best to protect her." However, when you want to protect her so much, but you find that you are not capable enough, and you can only watch her be bullied, you will want to destroy the whole world, and she will be safe. ”

Word by word, like an oath, he said it very hard and attentively. He had nothing but this blood and a boiling heart. He doesn't want to be a hero in anyone's eyes, but he just wants to protect her for the rest of her life. There is no world in his world, there is no great benevolence and righteousness, there is only one her, he wants to protect it forever, as long as she is good. But there is a person who wants to hurt her so much, how can he be willing? He hid in his heart for fear of breaking people, how could he be so ruined.

Mo Qichen pursed his lips, his clear eyes fluctuated a little, not as plain as usual. The indignation, ambition, and fiery enthusiasm of the man in front of him when he spoke, made his original decision a little uncertain, and even began to hesitate not to know whether such an arrangement was right or not.

"Chen Feng, if you can, I also hope that you can change her persistence as always. But remember, if she's still like this, you can't force your way in. As her friend, I want to make her hurt a little less, but not to trouble her, you know? Mo Qichen sighed lightly, hoping that every decision he made, Liang Chenyue would understand.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness and determination, and his hands were unconsciously clenched tightly, "Senior Mo, I know it in my heart." However, since that person is not a good match for his senior sister, he is no longer worthy of letting his senior sister work for him again. I will prove to you that you are absolutely not wrong in the decision you made today, after all, my sister is better off with anyone than with that ungrateful fellow. ”

Mo Qichen nodded, I hope so.

"I have already said hello to the Zhao family in the capital, you can pack your things and leave tomorrow. Chenfeng, remember what I said to you, think twice about everything, and don't be impulsive! Mo Qichen's tone was very serious, and his expression was so serious. This move seems to be rock-solid, but if it is error-free, it must be a good move. But what made him hesitate was that he couldn't see the development of the situation, and Chenfeng was also a persistent child, and he didn't know if the relationship between him and Liang Chenyue could make the situation go the way he expected.

Anyway, give it a try.

Chen Feng nodded, since God gave him a chance, then he would definitely cherish it.

"Senior, how can I defeat Yan Jin?" Chen Feng asked suddenly.

Mo Qichen's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were misty, and he was slightly puzzled, but gradually seemed to have an answer. Said slowly: "Why do you want to defeat him?" ”

"Senior sister blocked everything she had for such an ungrateful guy, but in the end she was scarred. You won't understand how angry I am. "That's the person he depends on, if there is no Yan Jin, who can hurt her in this world.

"Tatsukaze, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, and some things aren't what you see. Not only Dongyue, but also Tianchu and even Moyan Country could not live without Su Mujin, if there was no him, the world would probably have more deaths, and more people would suffer from war. Mo Qichen said.

"Heh, I don't care what the world is like, I don't have his broad-mindedness, and even my narrow-mindedness is so narrow that I can only tolerate Liang Chenyue alone." Chen Feng sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

"The Wanyan family is very involved, Chen Feng, since you are out of Purgatory City, don't mention this name again, and call him Su Mujin in the future."

"Senior, obviously your ability doesn't need to be committed to being Yan Jin's subordinate at all, what is he worth, worthy of your young master."

Mo Qichen just glanced at him and didn't say anything more. What should have been said has been said, and there is no need to stay here now, he and Chen Fengdao are separated, and they are about to leave.

"Senior, can I ask you one more thing?" Chen Feng calmed the anger in his heart, not as indignant as Shicai.

Mo Qichen had already turned around, now with his back to Chen Feng, listening to his words, he raised his foot to leave and stopped instantly, his face was incomprehensible, he was silent for a long time, so long that people thought that he would not answer, but suddenly sighed, as if he knew what Chen Feng would ask, his tone was flat, but the words in his heart blurted out, "You ask." ”

Chen Feng was stunned and didn't react, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Senior, can you tell me that your identity is..."Chen Feng also knew that his problem seemed to be a bit difficult for a strong man, so the tone of his voice was not even half of the momentum compared to when he Shicai spoke. He knew that maybe he shouldn't have asked so much, but Mo Qichen felt too mysterious, in front of him, it seemed that all living beings should be prostrate at his feet, every word he said, everything he did had his plans and expectations, as if everything could not escape his eyes. Such an otherworldly person shouldn't have caused a little dust in time, but he has his layout.

Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust....

Mo Qichen turned around slowly, his dark eyes were still so clear, anyone who saw it might be deeply trapped in his slightly compassionate eyes, and suddenly understood what it meant that everything was empty. Perhaps, he is not otherworldly, but looks at the world from an angle that no one can reach, which is why people feel that he is independent.

"I'm just an ordinary person, with seven emotions and six desires, as well as joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Maybe it's because I have a different perspective on the world than ordinary people. Mo Qichen's expression was indifferent, this was the first time he had talked about himself with others, but it seemed that the person he was talking about was not as casual as himself.

There was a distance between the two, the wind was blowing lazily, with scattered snowflakes in the air, spinning an arc in the air and then slowly floating down, falling on the person's head, shoulder, and the silver sword in his hand...

"And, no matter what I do, I believe our purpose is the same." Mo Qichen said this, and glanced at Chen Feng meaningfully. In the next second, the two looked at each other and smiled as if they had already agreed.

Mo Qichen is probably such a person, no matter how incomprehensible what he does, but people can't help but choose to believe him, no one can say why, maybe it's because his eyes always have a little compassion, or because his words always have some motivation, people can't help but trust and rely on it.

Mo Qichen left, and the place he walked was covered with a layer of snowflakes, but it didn't take long to be so clean that even the blood was like a foil, as if he had never been here.

I don't know how long it took for the young man in white to hold the silver sword in his hand and step over the corpses under his feet, and he didn't insert the sword into the scabbard, allowing the blood stains on his head that were almost about to coagulate into blood beads, dripping on the snow little by little, accompanied by the footprints he had just stepped on, and being covered by the snowflakes that had just fallen.