A Paper Flower Chapter 380 Mixed feelings

Lan Moli was silent for a while, and after a long time, she silently raised her head to look at him.

"I said it, I will definitely be able to keep him, and please rest assured, and if I can't keep him, he will definitely not have an accident. Because he has the existence of the Pure World Lotus in his body, the Pure World Lotus will never let him do anything. Lan Moli said with a serious face.

She believed that Jing Shilian's feelings for Mo Qianchen were deep, and although she hadn't experienced Jing Shilian's strength personally, she could understand from the ancient books that Jing Shilian's strength was definitely very strong, otherwise, with her simple healing ability, how could she become one of the seven great spirit flowers?

"You kid, really, why don't you listen to persuasion?" Mo Lao looked at Lan Moli very loudly and said.

"Mo Lao, please believe me, I won't let Mo Qianchen do anything." Lan Moli said.

"And the master also gave me the map of the ancient tomb, even if it is dangerous, but the path of cultivation should not be like this, only after going through hardships can you have some achievements, isn't it?" Lan Moli looked at Mo Lao, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

"You guys." Mo Lao sighed helplessly, the world of their young people was no longer something he could participate in.

"And he didn't go to the wooden house that he was already in the Holy Mansion, he has lived alone for so many years, and if he doesn't come out and walk around with a face full of faces, I'm afraid that his cultivation will be rusty, in case he encounters a strong enemy in the future, it will not be good." Lan Moli persuaded.

No matter how she said that she didn't go, it was at her instigation that she agreed to go to the ancient tomb with her, Mo Lao's side, she must have come over to talk about it, after all, no matter how much the two of them make trouble, in the final analysis, they are also biological father and son, how can it be said that it will be broken?

Besides, Mo Qianchen is now nominally her subordinate, and she is also responsible for him.

"Hey." Mo Lao sighed heavily and slowly sat back on the rocking chair.

"Just put a hundred hearts." Lan Moli said.

"By the way, little guy, you just said you have yin and yang flowers?" Mo Laoyi, who calmed down, recalled the conversation just now, and suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong, and he suddenly realized something.

"Hmm." Lan Moli nodded, she said the yin and yang flower in a hurry just now, I thought that Mo Lao didn't care about it just now, so he wouldn't be talking about it, but I didn't expect him to mention it again now, she was still a little overwhelmed for a moment, but finally admitted it, no matter how she said it, she had already said that this thing just now, and if she said no, it would not be easy to explain this matter at that time.

"Don't make a noise about the fact that you have yin and yang flowers, let alone tell others casually, otherwise it will be easy to attract death." Mo Lao hurriedly admonished.

"I understand." Lan Moli nodded, and then she asked, "Don't you ask me how I have Yin and Yang Flowers?" ”

"If you want to tell me about this matter, then you will take the initiative to tell me, but if you don't tell me, then no matter how much I ask you, it will be useless, then it is better not to say anything." Mo Lao looked at Lan Moli and said.

Although it is said that the time spent with Lan Moli is pieced together, it will only be a few months at most, but Lan Moli's personality and temperament are very thorough, and this is not in vain He is the most qualified old man in the three universities, his eyes are very sharp, and he must hate people.

Lan Moli smiled, worthy of being Mo Lao.

"The matter of the Yin and Yang Flower should be clear in your own heart, and you must not say this thing casually in the future, you must know that the Yin and Yang Flower can be described as one of the seven spiritual flowers, how many people want to get it, if you let those people know, I am afraid you will lead to death." Mo Lao looked at Lan Moli and said with a serious face.

"I understand." Lan Moli nodded and said, "I know this matter in my own heart, thank you Mo Lao for your concern." ”

"That's good." Mo Lao nodded, Lan Moli was also relieved to do things.

"I've finished everything, if Mo Lao doesn't have anything, then I'll go back first." Lan Moli said and stood up.

"Since you're here, why don't you make it down and have a cup of tea? Every time you come to see me, you just say a few words and then leave. "Mo Lao still wants to keep Lan Moli.

However, she was politely rejected by Lan Moli, she shook her head and said, "No, I still have some things to deal with over there, so I won't bother Mo Lao." ”

"Since you've already said that, then I won't force you." Mo Lao nodded, there was not much relationship between the two of them, at most it was the relationship between teachers and students.

"Well, farewell!" Lan Moli nodded, turned around and left.

Mo Lao sat on the rocking chair and watched Lan Moli leave, but his mood couldn't calm down for a long time, the two people around him turned out to be related to the Seven Spirit Flowers, one was his son, who fell in love with a person he shouldn't like, Jing Shilian, one of the Seven Spirit Flowers, and now Jing Shilian was still in his son's body, hanging on his son's life; One is his student, and there is a spirit flower in her hand, a yin and yang flower, the most grumpy spirit flower among the seven spirit flowers. How could he calm down his good mood?

He was now excited and a little worried, afraid that something would happen to the two children.

One is his own son, and the other is his student, although he is said to be a student, Mo Lao has long regarded Lan Moli as a granddaughter.

It's a pity, these two children don't understand that Mo Lao is hard work, and his heart is finally buried in his heart.

Mo Lao sighed softly, he shook his head helplessly, and continued to flip through the books in his hand, but no matter what he did, he couldn't let his attention be all on the books, his mind was always outside, and he drifted away with Lan Moli's departure just now.

Since he couldn't stand it, Mo Lao simply stopped reading it, he put the book on the table, got up from the rocking chair, and walked out of the library pavilion.

He came to a certain tree near the library, and sat on a chair under the tree and looked at the sky.

"Ugh." Mo Lao sighed softly.

He really couldn't understand the thoughts of that group of children.

Young people want to go outside to work hard and brave the rivers and lakes, but elderly people like him attach great importance to the safety of their lives, for fear that one day, if they don't pay attention, they will go directly to the king of Hades to report.

After all, young people still have a lot of time to struggle, and those of them who are old have long been unable to fight anymore, so they can only find a shady corner to sit every day, read books, drink tea or something, and enjoy the last days of their lives.

"What is Mo Lao thinking?" Mu Ling didn't know when he stood behind Mo Lao.

"It's Ling'er." Mo Lao turned his head to look at Mu Ling.

Mu Ling naturally went to Mo Lao's side and looked at him quietly.

During the period of time when she came to the school, because she and Lan Moli chose different mirrors, and Lan Moli chose the glass mirror that everyone feared, so she rarely went to Lan Moli, for fear that it would bring her some trouble or something, after all, the glass mirror was a mirror that was pushed to the tip of the knife.

For herself, and also for Lan Moli, Mu Ling chose to stay quietly in the fairy mirror, study hard, practice diligently, and by chance, she met Mo Lao who was enjoying the shade under the tree.

Because she also has a grandfather, as soon as she saw Mo Lao, she remembered the grandfather of Lingyun Glasses.

So she stepped forward and chatted with Mo Lao, I don't know, as soon as they started talking, the two couldn't stop, and the two chatted very happily.

Therefore, every time he makes time, Mu Ling will come over to find Mo Lao and accompany him, after all, Mo Lao is also an old man, with no one to rely on, and she is also the granddaughter of a grandfather, so she also has a very strange feeling.

In short, the two chatted very well.

"What's wrong with Mo Lao? Why do you look preoccupied, do you have something on your mind? Mu Ling asked softly.

"Alas!" Mo Lao sighed softly and said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you before?" I have a son. ”

"Well, is something wrong with your son?" Mu Ling nodded and asked.

"Well, I have a headache when I talk about this thing." Mo Lao said helplessly.

He told Mu Ling everything that had happened, and Mu Ling was a little surprised after hearing it.

Lan Moli had already brought her a lot of surprises before, so when she heard Mo Lao say this, she was also a little surprised, after all, Lan Moli's surprises were even more surprising than these.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Mo Lao held his head with his hands and said helplessly.

"I think, Mo Lao, you should go to your son, no matter what, you are also a father and son with blood dissolved in water, and besides, your son is also afraid that you will be worried, so he made such a decision, not that he really plans to cut off the father-son relationship with you." Mu Ling said.

Although she has never experienced this, she has been taken by her grandfather since she was a child, and her parents passed away when she was still young, so she understands this feeling of missing her relatives.

No child is willing to hate his or her parents from the beginning.

"But I'm afraid he won't want to see me. This child has been with me since he was a child, and I raised him single-handedly, and his mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to him. But the child's temperament is also with her mother, it is exactly the same, and they are all very persistent. Mo Lao said helplessly.

When mentioning Mo Qianchen's mother, Mo Lao's eyes had a trace of tenderness and a trace of loneliness.