Mo Ran looked at the white dove that was gradually moving away, but he couldn't help but think about it, Chen Yuan, whether he would be delayed by something.

Ink Dye naturally didn't worry about Chen Yuan's safety, that guy who didn't look obvious was ridiculously strong.

Mo Ran thought that the aura that that guy exuded from time to time could actually firmly suppress himself, Jun Chenyuan's strength was not a little high.

Thinking of this, Mo Dye's hanging heart let go a little bit.

"That's it, let's go back and rest, and wait for news tomorrow."

Ink Dye looked at the moonlight in the night sky, yawned, and slowly paced back to his room.

After washing up, I lay on the bed, but this time the sleepiness disappeared without a trace.

Mo Ran had dark eyes and long eyelashes fluttering, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

The unexplained disappearance of the mother's parents, the conspiracy of the phantom emerged, and the intersection of people from other continents, it seemed that everything was intertwined, stirring up a mess, leaving the ink dye nowhere to be found.

It all seemed to be connected, but it wasn't too much of a connection, and these pressures were like mountains, weighing heavily on Mo Ran.

Mo Dye is just a sixteen-year-old girl, but with such a heavy burden on her shoulders, it seems that Mo Dye does not feel tired, and only regards those as powerful motivation and powerful stepping stones.

Mo Ran was so cranky about it, and at some point, he fell asleep.

At night, Mo Ran slept extremely peacefully, occasionally kicking the quilt with his little feet, naughtily revealing the calves of white jade-like condensed skin.

Outside the window, a dark night flashed, and the scarlet eyes shone with a strange light.

"The gods want to protect you, but I didn't say that you can't make stumbling blocks and ink stains, and I will pay back every bit of what you give me."

That young face was full of fierceness, and the soft facial features were extremely hideous at the moment, as if they were evil ghosts crawling out of hell.

The figure whispered a few words, and a beam of red light floated from the palm of his hand, slowly drifting towards the ink dye, and was about to sink into the center of the ink dye's eyebrows.

But it was stopped by a golden light, which was swallowed in an instant, and that golden light slowly wrapped the ink dye, forming an indestructible protective film.

The blue fall on the ink-dyed fingers shone slightly, and under the moon-white shirt, the originally half-opened manzhu sawa at the collarbone actually began to bloom, and the petals stretched little by little, and it was much larger than before.

The figure was shocked by the golden light, and it flew straight out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Poof, damn it."

The figure spurted out a mouthful of blood, cursed in a low voice, and raised its head and cheek, it was actually the face of Mo Elegy, only more dark and terrifying than before.

Mo Elegy glanced at the sleeping ink dye unwillingly, and turned to leave.

"Hmph, ink dye, you wait for me."

After Mo Elegy left, only the sound of Xiao Su remained outside the room.

Ink Dye opened his eyes in vain, and the sharp light swept around.

Hey, I just felt an evil aura, why did it disappear now?

Mo Ran walked to the window, "It's such a strong wind, I'm afraid it's going to rain tomorrow, Chen Yuan, where are you?" ”

Mo Ran looked up at the window and looked at the gloomy sky, there was not a trace of starry clouds that obscured the originally bright moonlight, and the night was dark.

Ink Ran shook his head and reached out to close the window.

I lay down on the bed again, and after a while, I fell asleep.

As expected, the next day was a rainy day, with a large area of dark clouds covering the sky, and the rich black color obscured the blue sky.

Mo Ran rubbed his misty eyes, and then he came to his senses.

Looking at the gloomy weather outside, the whole person was depressed.

"Hate cloudy days."

Ink dye muttered, washed up, and sat by the window.

Mo Dye made a pot of tea with his hands and placed it by the window, and the whole person relaxed and leaned back, half leaning on the windowsill.

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

"Dye'er, may I come in?"

Mo Zhiyi's warm voice came.

"Big brother, please come in."

Mo Ran said, got up and took another teacup, and poured tea for Mo Zhiyi.

"Big brother, please sit down and taste this cloud mountain tea."

Mo Zhiyi picked up the teacup, pursed the corners of his lips, and nodded.

"This is a good tea, fragrant and fragrant, with an endless aftertaste."

"If the eldest brother likes it, there are still a lot of dyes here, and the eldest brother will take them."

Mo Ran drank tea, his faint gaze fell on the window, looking at the grass and trees in the courtyard swaying in the wind, and sighed.

"It's raining."

As soon as the ink dyeing finished speaking, a little ripple began to ripple on the pond in the courtyard, and at first it only fell sporadically, but after a while, it was already pouring rain.

The windows are ajar with ink dyeing to prevent rainwater from falling into the room.

"Dye'er, I heard Elder Xuanxi say, you have a lover?"

Mo Zhiyi twisted his eyebrows, but still asked.

"What the eldest brother said, it's Jun Chenyuan, Chenyuan is to me, a confidant, a lover, and a person who will never let go in this life."

Ink dyed eyes were firm, looking at Mo Zhiyi.

"Ran'er, you're only sixteen years old, this matter is in a hurry, I..."

"Big brother, don't you know about Dye'er? Dye has always done things in a measured way, you should trust me. ”

Mo Dye interrupted Mo Zhiyi's next words, his eyes full of determination.

"That's it, if he is sincere to you, so be it over there."

An unknown meaning flashed in Mo Zhiyi's eyes, but Mo Ran didn't think much about it, only when Mo Zhiyi cared about her, she made such a move and said such words.

"Elder Xuanxi said, that person agreed on a deadline with you, but he didn't show up on time, Dye'er, is this person really reliable?"

Mo Zhiyi still looked at Mo Dye uneasily.

"He must have delayed something, otherwise he wouldn't have missed my appointment."

Mo Ran shook his head, Chen Yuan must have something to do before he came too late.

As the two spoke, the rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell on the ground, splashing several splashes, and the water splashed like mist rising from the ground.

"This rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier."

Ink Dye gradually became irritable in his heart.

As the two spoke, a white dove fluttered its soaked wings and landed on the ink-stained window.

Mo Ran hurriedly took the square towel on the side, wrapped the white pigeon in it, sucked up the excess rain on its body, and carried spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and a string of flames appeared on the palm of his hand, drying the feathers of the white pigeon.

Seeing that the white pigeon was not shivering with cold, he took off the bamboo tube on his left foot and took out the note inside, on which was the answer that Mo Ran wanted.

"Miss, in the process of my uncle's return, I accidentally rescued the saint of the Wanying Dynasty who paid a private visit to Weifu, and was treated as a guest, but the Wanying princess Wan Qing'er was entangled with her uncle and wanted to marry her uncle, and now her uncle is under house arrest in the palace."

The ink dye read to the end The corners of his mouth hooked an arc, the letter in his hand was pinched tightly, the spiritual power floated, and the letter instantly turned into ashes.

"Princess Wanying? Very good, rob my man, how can I sit idly by! ”

Mo Ran seemed to be laughed at angrily, she naturally understood that with Jun Chenyuan's strength, it would not be a problem to escape.

He did this just because he rashly rebelled against the royal family, which would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Dye'er, what's going on?"

Mo Zhiyi looked at the evil smile of the ink stain suspiciously, and always felt that there was a gust of wind behind him

"It's nothing, someone just robbed me of my man. Big brother, I'm going to go out for a trip, it may take a few days to come back, here, take care of yourself. ”

Ink drummed his head and smiled.

"It's... Well, Dye should be safe and contact at any time. ”

Mo Zhiyi seemed to be a little worried about Mo Ran's words, but he still didn't stop her.

"Okay, please talk to the teacher, and I'll leave directly."

Ink Ran picked up an oil-paper umbrella in the corner of the room, pushed the door open, and left.

Mo Zhiyi looked at the figure of Mo Dye gradually disappearing into the rain, with thoughts in his eyes.

Mo Ran left Lan Ze Academy, followed the formation, and fell into the Shengqi Forest.

"Tsk, nasty rainy day."

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Mozen frowned as he looked at the muddy skirt and boots.

"Master, this weather is not suitable to move on."

The small figure of the ghost-faced rakshasa appeared beside Mo Ran, looking at the muddy ground, and his body hung in midair.

"Yes, get out of the forest and hire a carriage."

Ink Dye shook his head, took the small body of the Ghost Rakshasa into his arms, and walked towards the outskirts of the forest.

When the two of them walked to the town, the red dress on Mo Dye's body had become wet and clinging to his body, revealing Mo Dye's delicate figure.

Ink Dye collects the Ghost Face Rakshasa into the spirit world, and the appearance of the Ghost Face Rakshasa is too bizarre, maybe it will attract people who covet it, so it is better to put it away.

Mo Ran looked at the gloomy sky, and it didn't get any better, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

I found an inn casually, and Mo Dye walked in.

"Hello guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

The shrewd-looking shopkeeper stood in the doorway, taking a look at the slightly embarrassed ink stain.

The fiery silk cardigan dress was wet at the moment, and it was soft on the girl's elegant figure.

The girl's face is not stained with dust, although there are not too many ornaments to decorate, but the simple glass falling moon step on the bright luster is not extraordinary.

The shopkeeper is well-informed, and naturally understands that this girl is by no means an ordinary person.

"Stay in the hotel, trouble the shopkeeper to get a few signature dishes, and then get a bucket of hot water."

Mo Ran closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the rain on it, looked at himself in embarrassment, and shook his head.

"Okay, your room is in a private room, and our guy will take you up."

The shopkeeper smiled and beckoned a little girl to go upstairs with ink.

"There is labor."

Ink Dye followed the little girl in front of him to the private room.

After closing the door, Mo Dye released the three little guys in the spirit world.

"If I remembered correctly, Red Flame, you would have been able to take on human form a long time ago."

As he spoke, he took out a purple smoky skirt from Biluo as a replacement.

Chiyan listened to the words of the ink dye, his little face was flushed, and he didn't speak.

"Hahaha, Chiyan, the master made you change into a human form."

The ghost-faced rakshasa laughed, and his playful silver eyes looked at Chiyan's embarrassed little face.

"Hmm, Brother Chiyan, this is, shy?"

Lan Xi pursed his lips, and looked at Chiyan with big aqua blue eyes.

"You... You guys are going too far! ”

Red Flame's kitten mimics exploded and roared low.

"Transfiguration, what's it?"

Lan Xi looked at the ghost-faced Rakshasa in a daze.

"Warcraft can freely transform when they reach the commander level, and some Warcraft hate humans, so they can not choose to transform."

Ghost-faced Rakshasa explained intimately, touching Lan Xi's soft long blue hair by the way.

"But you little guy, you shouldn't need to transform into a shape, after all, the Poseidon inheritance has changed your body, but it's not bad, mermaid, it's beautiful."

Ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at Lan Xi's big tail, her eyes lit up, she liked it, she liked it very much.

Mo Ran smiled and watched them laugh and play, which was really good.

"Xiaoyan, I want to see it."

The corners of his mouth smiled, and he turned his head to look at the small body of the Red Flame Fried Hair.

"Master, isn't it?"

Chiyan's little face collapsed instantly, and he looked at the three days of watching the play around him, and hung his tail helplessly.

"Forget it, just this once!"

Red Flame roared, fiery red light overflowing, enveloping his tiny body.

The light dissipated, and a tall man appeared in place.

The man was dressed in a fiery red straight-placked robe, the drape of the clothes was excellent, and the waist was tied with a wide belt of pale gold and auspicious cloud patterns, on which only a piece of ink jade of excellent quality was hung, and the shape seemed rough but simple and gloomy.

The pale red hair was tied casually with a gold ribbon, without a crown or hairpin, and a few strands of hair on the forehead were scattered by the wind, intertwined with the gold ribbon and flying, looking quite light.

Everything looks so good, but a round baby face just steals everyone's attention.

In the big almond eyes, the golden beast pupils radiated brilliance, the high nose bridge, and the pink and full lips, how to look like a child.

"This..."

Mo Ran didn't seem to know what to say, so he looked at the red flame in front of him in a daze.