Chinese Liu Tingting said: "Everyone, please rest assured, if you find out the truth, it is not the work of the palace master, I will personally send the palace master back intact." After finishing speaking, he walked towards Ling Yunjun, who was in a coma, and suddenly had ten thousand thoughts, and his pace was slow and long.

Mo Baixiong stepped forward and picked up Ling Yunjun and said, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Yunjun was shaken, vomited a mouthful of blood, woke up, and looked at Liu Ting......ting with a dying breath.

Liu Tingting inserted the Xuantian Sword into the ground, and her right hand urged the true power to be sent to Ling Yunjun's body.

At this time, Qianxian and the others were staring at Mo Chengxi, their eyes were full of murderous aura, and no one had any scruples to look at Liu Tingting.

Liu Tingting retracted her internal strength, turned around and walked back, and said: "Mobeixia, he is not lightly injured, you are good to take care of this sword, and you are also good to take care of it, and when he wakes up, he will hand it over to him personally, don't lose it."

Mo Baixiong stared at Liu Tingting and walked away, sighed deeply, ordered a few warriors to carry Ling Yunjun, he pulled out the Xuantian Sword with both hands, carried it on his shoulders, put it on the horse, got on the horse, and returned to the Xuanmo Palace with everyone.

Although the breath of the great battle has passed, the Xuanmo Palace has been cleaned up neatly, and the entire Jiegu City has quickly returned to normal.

Mo Baixiong was guarding Ling Yunjun in the guest room on the right, and seemed to be in deep thought, holding his chin with one hand, like a dead tree.

A young and beautiful Tibetan girl walked into the guest room with a bowl of medicinal soup, she first looked at Ling Yunjun who was unconscious on the bed, and then looked at Mo Baixiong who was in contemplation.

Mo Baixiong came back to his senses, sighed lightly, and said, "Yue'er is here...... "This girl is Mo Chengxi's daughter.

Mo Zhongyue nodded and said, "You are not lightly injured, go and rest first, I'll just watch him here."

Mo Baixiong nodded slightly, got up and said, "This kid is very tough, he can't die, you don't have to take care of him personally, just call a girl." Get out of the room.

Mo Zhongyue smiled slightly, his face turned red slightly, he picked up the medicinal soup with his left hand, hugged Ling Yunjun with his right hand, and after feeding the medicinal soup, he looked at Ling Yunjun blankly.

I don't know how long it took.She came back to her senses.Turned her head to see Mo Chinese standing in the guest room.Frightened.The bowl in her hand fell to the stone floor and shattered.Reluctantly put down Ling Yunjun.Stood up.Her face was red.

Mo Chinese picked up the broken bowl on the ground and said, "Little sister, what do you think so fascinating?"

Mo Zhongyue was very embarrassed and said, "Why don't you come in and gnaw a sound, it's weird and scary like a ghost."

Mo Chinese smiled lightly: "I've been here for a while.It's just that you're too fascinated to find out.How about it.Ling Gongzi's injury is fine."

Mo Zhongyue said: "The injury is very serious, and it takes a long time to rest."

Mo Chinese nodded slightly, and said, "It's okay, you take good care of him, I'll go first." Out of the guest room.

Mo Zhongyue cleaned up the room, the maid came in to help, and they were all called out.

She sat down at the wooden table to rest, her right hand supported her chin, the corners of her mouth showed joy, and she stared at Ling Yunjun stupidly.

After a while, I saw her carrying a large basket of Gesang flowers into the guest room, and shouted that a maid accompanied her to weave the Gesang flowers into various garlands and flower stands with green vines and put them in the guest room.

Mo Baixiong buried his head and entered the guest room, looked up and hurriedly retreated, looked around carefully, was puzzled for a while, poked his head in, made sure that he had not gone to the wrong room, and then slowly walked in. Seeing that Mo Zhongyue and the maid were still busy, he asked suspiciously, "What did I say this is for?"

Mo Zhongyue was startled by him, raised her head and saw that it was Mo Baixiong, patted her chest lightly, and said, "Uncle Xiong, why didn't you make a noise when you came, it's scary."

Mo Baixiong looked around, saw that the room was full of beautiful flowers, bursts of fragrance, and smiled: "Yes, yes, this kid is really a blessing, Lao Tzu has lived most of his life, and no one has ever made flowers for me."

Mo Zhongyue was very embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered, "Then I'll make up a few for you next time."

Mo Baixiong laughed and said, "You don't have to, just make it up for the guy, I can appreciate it anyway."

Mo Zhongyue was very happy and smiled.

Mo Baixiong walked up to Ling Yunjun's bed to take his pulse and asked, "Has he ever woken up?"

Mo Zhongyue shook her head and said, "I haven't woken up yet, it looks like I'm seriously injured, I don't know if there will be any danger."

Mo Baixiong got up and said, "It is indeed very seriously injured, the breath is weak, but there is no life-threatening worry, don't worry." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Ling Yunjun's faint voice and kept chanting, "Stop...... Ting'er ......"

Mo Zhongyue asked, "Uncle Xiong, do you know who Ting'er is in Ling Gongzi's mouth?"

Mo Baixiong pondered for a while, sighed lightly, and said, "It's a girl......"

Mo Zhongyue was stunned, and asked softly, "This girl must be very beautiful."

Mo Baixiong nodded and said, "Not only is it beautiful, but also has natural spiritual power, and she is a rare beauty in the world."

Mo Zhongyue's face was gloomy, and she sat down on the wooden chair lightly.

Mo Baixiong also sat on the wooden chair.Recalling the young master of the Qiankun Sect who defeated everyone on the field.Both the body shape and the charm were exactly the same as the Ting'er he had seen.He couldn't help but feel worried.He judged from the internal strength of martial arts.Very determined.This person was definitely not the Ting'er he had met.But from the perspective of body shape and charm.But he felt that it was a person.So tangled for a while.It made him a little dizzy.Fixed.Shook his head and muttered: "It's definitely not her ......."

Mo Zhongyue asked suspiciously, "What."

Mo Baixiong sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of something incredible, and I'm very annoyed."

Mo Zhongyue asked, "What an incredible thing."

Mo Baixiong smiled faintly: "Actually, it's nothing...... Do you think there will be two people in this world who are exactly the same in shape and charm?"

Mo Zhongyue said: "The world is so big, there will definitely be people with the same and similar appearances, are you talking about that Ting'er?"

Mo Baixiong nodded and said, "That's right, that's definitely not her."

Mo Zhongyue asked, "Who?"

Mo Baixiong delayed a little and said, "It's okay...... Did he keep thinking about it?"

Mo Zhongyue said: "It's so badly injured, how can he keep reading, but as soon as he has a little strength, he will keep reading.

Mo Baixiong sighed lightly and said: "The most beautiful thing in the world is true love, and the most hurtful and evil is also love.

Mo Zhongyue's heart suddenly became sad, tears welled in her eyes, she stood up and covered her nose, and ran out of the door.

Mo Baixiong was taken aback, stood up, looked at the maid behind him with a puzzled face, and asked, "Fei Ye, what's wrong with your young lady?"

Fei Ye also looked extremely displeased, and said a little angrily, "Can't you see it?" Pick up the basket and go out the door.

Mo Baixiong is a rough person, he can't observe the changes in people's moods in detail, he shook his head in confusion, he thought about what he had just said for a while, and said to himself, "I don't seem to have scolded her."

Mo Chinese and Mo Zhongxian walked into the guest room and saluted him together, "Uncle Da Xiong is also here."

Mo Baixiong nodded slightly, sat down on the wooden chair, and pondered what was going on.

Mo Chinese and the two looked at the arrangement of Qingxin in the room, and their hearts were happy, and they both sat on wooden chairs and admired it.

Mo Chinese asked: "The layout here is so beautiful. It must be the little sister who made it.

Mo Zhongxian nodded in agreement and asked Mo Baixiong, "Has Ling Gongzi ever woken up?"

Mo Baixiong shook his head and said: "It's not yet, but you don't have to worry about your life.Don't worry.Now that the palace master is not in the palace.You two have to be careful about everything.In addition, you have just experienced a big battle.Most of them are not lightly injured.You must strictly prevent villains from getting in the way and damaging my palace prestige."

Mo Chinese nodded and said, "Although Daddy is not here, there are also Uncle Big Bear and Uncle Chengfeng who preside over the overall situation.

Mo Baixiong said: "You can't always rely on us. One day we will also grow old. After all, we can only rely on yourself.The palace master secretly talked to me and the deputy palace master of Chengfeng before.I also talked to you after I think about it.Chinese takes over official affairs.Zhongxian takes over business affairs.No matter what big things you do, you must discuss before you can act.Don't take care of your own selfish desires.Sloppy and reckless.Damage the prestige of my Xuanmo Palace."

Both listened attentively and nodded in agreement.

Mo Chengfeng walked into the guest room, smiled slightly, and said, "I'll just say where everyone has gone, it turns out that they are all here."

Mo Baixiong and the three of them stood up and saluted him, inviting him to sit at the wooden table.

Mo Baixiong said: "The deputy palace master's body has recovered quite quickly, and it seems that there is no major problem."

Mo Chengfeng smiled and said, "It's not as fast as your big bear, I'm worried about Ling Gongzi's injury.

Mo Baixiong smiled: "Bears must be stronger than people, it's hard to be killed, this kid is tougher than me, you can't die, but it's inevitable to lie down for a few days."

Mo Chengfeng nodded and said, "Yes, if it were us, we would have been crushed a long time ago, and it would have been unexpected to be able to do this." He stood up and walked to Ling Yunjun's bed, carefully looked at the Xuantian Sword placed on the bed, and took Ling Yunjun's pulse.

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