In the following days, Mo Shan was still silent as usual, as if nothing had happened, standing beside him like a mountain that would not fall. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xin Zhi bought a string of sword spikes from the street outside, and when she came back, she was in a sweet mood when she saw the young man practicing swords in the yard, and she stepped forward to stop Mo Shan.

"Brother Shan, will you cook for me again? This time I'm good at eating, and I'm not going to play tricks. ”

She thought to herself, if Mo Shan made food for herself this time, she would definitely not leave the table like last time, she would give this sword spike to Mo Shan, and told him to take it with him or not, so that it meant that she would be by her side at any time.

However, the boy was silent, bypassing her and continuing to practice his sword.

Watching the sword rise and fall, as if to cut off the connection between them, Xin Zhi could feel that Linglong's heart was bitter and astringent.

"Brother Shan, you sort out my ......"

"Mo Shan! How do you give a shameless ......"

Even though Linglong had tried every way to get his attention, the boy remained silent, and Xin Zhi caught a glimpse of the sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm still for you...... You don't understand anything! ”

"I... I like you brother Shan, don't treat me like this......"

Hearing this, Mo Shan slowly lowered his head, staring at the girl holding him like a dead thing, and he pulled away the hand that was around his waist, "How can a person like you deserve to say that he likes the word." ”

After a few more days, Xuegu hadn't come back, Xin Zhi felt some pain on her face, and she couldn't breathe, her head was dizzy, and when she came to the bronze mirror, she saw that Linglong's flower-like face had pockmarked abscesses!

"Ah——!h

She covered her face and stumbled open the door, "Mo Shan! Moshan my face! ”

Hearing the sound, the young man walked over unhurriedly, Xin Zhi wanted to catch him, but the person who came took a step back and didn't let her be next to him.

She fell to the ground, her breathing becoming obstructed, "What should I do... Ha... I'm so uncomfortable......"

After a long time, seeing that Xin Zhi was struggling enough on the ground, the young man grabbed her arm and dragged the person back to the house, threw Xin Zhi on the bed like throwing an object, and said coldly, "It's okay, I'll be free in a few days." ”

"What's wrong with me? Brother Shan......"

Mo Shan didn't speak, glanced at her with disgust, turned around and walked out of the delicate room, Xin Zhi heard the sound of rustling outside the door, and suddenly, Mo Shan locked the door!

She was locked up in the house like an abandoned puppy, with unbearable itching and pain.

When I lifted my sleeves, I saw that there were also those abscesses on my white arms! Not only her arms, but she unbuttoned her clothes, and saw that her body and legs were covered with dense sores, some of them had begun to bleed pus, and the pale yellow liquid was sticky everywhere, and with a gentle pull, the skin and flesh fell off together.

This is......

Xin Zhi thought back to the dead corpses on the street, and those people had the same abscesses on their faces!

It's the plague!

But she hardly goes out, how did she get it?

Thinking of Mo Shan's strange behavior a few days ago, could it be him? This disease is extremely contagious, if he is infected, then he must have it, could it be that Moshan is also infected with the plague?

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In the dark and damp dungeon, Mo Shan raised his deep eyes, looked at the handwriting outside the railing, stretched out his hand and gently traced on the ground, but his translucent body could not touch the ground. After looking at the open space in front of him for a long time, he suddenly stretched his brows, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and laughed softly, "I finally avenged you, Sister." ”

He couldn't remember how many years had passed, and the memories of his life had slowly faded in his mind, even if he had to describe that person's face in his mind every day, but after so many years, he still needed to think for a long time to be able to remember that beautiful face.

She was beautiful and heroic, always smiling lightly on her wheat-colored and healthy face, and told herself in a gentle and very patient voice, "This is how it should be written." ”

In order to let her give her more guidance to herself, Mo Shan would always scribble, provoking the girl's helpless admonition, "It's not like this, watch me write." Her calloused hands held her own, and her heart pounded like a deer.

He was a slave who cut wood in this house, and since he was bought, he slept in the wood room, and he learned from his subordinates that the master of this house had offended the people of the palace and was deposed here.

The mansion was cold and cold, there were few people, except for Mo Shan, there was only the grandmother who took care of the wife and the mother and daughter.

Mo Shan grew thinner and featless, and shrunk in the corner without making a sound, and Grandma asked the price, which was the cheapest of all the slaves, so she bought him and sent him to the house to do some simple rough work.

The lady has a cold temperament, Mo Shan does not dare to look at her directly, while the young lady is gentle and lovely, wearing a simple undershirt but always with a shallow smile, she will stop him when she sees her, and then walk up to wipe the dust on her face from chopping wood.

Mo Shan thought that she was probably a fairy from the sky.

"Miss, dirty."

He was uncomfortable with the kindness that had suddenly arrived. The girl smiled, and there were two dimples on the goose egg face, like an elegant and quiet winter plum. Hearing the girl say, "We will be a family from now on, you can call me Sister A." ”

At this time, it was the New Year, Mo Shan was thirteen years old, and he had a family.

"Mo Shan, come here, I made pine nut cake, walnut diced meat, chestnut stewed chicken, and hibiscus tripe...... I don't know if you like it or not. Sister Ah smiled and brought out one dish after another, and it could be seen that she had spent a lot of money to buy ingredients and put a lot of effort into it.

Mo Shan took a bite, and his tears were instantly pricked by the strange taste, the pine nut cake was too sweet, the walnut meat was too salty, the chestnut stewed chicken was undercooked, and the tripe was not washed on top......

The girl looked at him with a smile, there seemed to be stars twinkling in her crooked eyes, she tilted her head slightly as if begging for praise, Mo Shan blushed, lowered her head and ate it in a big gulp, "Is it delicious?" The girl asked.

"Well, it's delicious," Mo Shan didn't look up, and he went straight to his stomach without chewing the meat he bitten, "It's the best I've ever tasted." ”

"Really?" The girl exclaimed, her face was a little embarrassed after being praised, and Mo Shan's heart was pounding, she picked up a few pieces of meat and stuffed them into his mouth, "Then you eat more, boys need to eat meat to grow taller." ”

"By the way, you can't write? Boys should read more, how can they test their fame after they don't know how to read? ”

He looked at the girl's lips one by one, and his head was blank.

Sister Ah is different from other young ladies, she always carries a sword with her, and runs to the backyard to practice while Madame is asleep.

The light of the moon was sprinkled in the courtyard, the sky was drifting with light snow, and the girl was wielding her swordsmanship, heroic and cool, like flowing clouds and water, shining under the moonlight. She is the brightest star in the world, the only gentle fire that illuminates his dark life.

Since then, every night, he will secretly follow Sister A, memorizing every move of hers, and then running to the firewood room and repeating it awkwardly, thinking that he must become strong and protect this family.

That year was the best day of his life.

However, happiness is always fleeting, and one day, when he came back from selling firewood, he saw that the house was empty, and that Mrs. and Miss, as well as Grandma, were gone.

After asking the surrounding neighbors, I found out that a pair of carriages and horses came, and it seemed that someone from the palace had picked up the two mothers and daughters.

Palace... In the palace?

His sister suddenly disappeared like this. Mo Shan returned to the house, which became very cold, and he saw that there was a bag sewn from good fabric on his table, which Sister Ah had brought with him. When I opened it, there was a lot of silver in it, and it seemed that Sister Ah knew that she couldn't come back, so she left some money, which was enough to live for a long time. Mo Shan packed his bags, packed his bags, and walked towards the capital where the palace was located.

When I came to the capital, it was full of lights, and I heard that the new emperor had succeeded to the throne, and I didn't know how Sister Ah was doing in it.

Mo Shan has been wandering outside the palace for several years, he has tried everything but has not found the person he thinks about day and night, he... I've never heard Grandma call Mrs. and Miss by name, and I don't know how to look for it.

It was freezing cold, and the snow covered his whole body into a snowman, Mo Shan was so cold that he fainted, and when he woke up, he had been picked up by Xuegu's mother and daughter. The days that followed were worse than animals. But he thought that he had to live to find his family.

Year after year, his heart was tormented to the point of being tormented, and the only bit of light was dusted.

Until the day when the demon cultivator invaded the capital, he was instigated by Linglong to buy gouache, and when he came out of the store, there was already a mess outside.

Everywhere the demon cultivators passed, there were corpses and bones, and when those demon cultivators saw themselves, Mo Shan stepped back and ran away!

"Boom!"

A flying knife flicked over, shattering the house next to him, the tiles flew down to his head, smashing out a large bloody hole, he turned around and saw that demon cultivator walking towards him with a knife, Mo Shan did not flee this time, he closed his eyes, thinking that he would face those two cruel people when he went back, it was better to die here. It's just a concern in my heart, and I will never see it again.

Suddenly, a long sword flew overhead and plunged straight into Demon Xiu's throat, Mo Shan opened his eyes and raised his head to see the back standing in front of him. The man had long hair tied up high, and her green yellow shirt was covered with blood, she stepped over the body of the demon cultivator, drew her sword, turned her head sideways and shouted behind her, "Protect the people!" ”

When the soldiers heard the order, they quickly assembled, Mo Shan looked at this person stunned in place, she was magnificent, her body exuded a cold and murderous aura, and her sharp eyes were no longer gentle and amiable in her memory.

"Ahh Sister! He was dumbfounded, the woman in front of him who saved him was Sister A!

The woman turned her head and saw that Mo Shan was also stunned, and then her smile melted, "Mo Shan!" ”

She stepped forward to help Mo Shan, looked at it carefully, and hugged it tightly, "You... Are you okay? ”

Seeing the person in his heart, Mo Shan had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know which sentence to start saying. He nodded solemnly, his eyes wrapped Sister A's whole person, and he didn't let go of the slightest.

She has grown taller and more beautiful, faded away from her childhood youth, and looks like a big girl.

He was about to speak, but he saw a small group of demon cultivators in front of him galloping over, they were holding magic weapons in their hands, constantly absorbing the souls of dead people and soldiers, the woman frowned, pulled Mo Shan behind her to protect him, raised her long sword and shouted, "Kill——! ”

"Kill ——!"

All the soldiers shouted together, took a step towards the demon cultivator in front of him, and saw that Sister A was about to leave him again, Mo Shan hugged her tightly, "Sister A, I'll go with you, take me!" ”

He didn't want to be separated from her again!

The woman steadied his shoulder and said sharply, "Mo Shan, listen to me, the demon cultivator has already attacked, hurry up!" Gotta live! ”

Mo Shan trembled his lips, tears falling from his eyes, "What's the point of you not being by my side!" What do I live for? ”

The person in front of him was stunned for a moment, suddenly softened his voice, and leaned his forehead on his trembling face, "Mo Shan, there is hope to be alive." ”