The days of ink dyeing in the Mo clan passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, three years passed slowly.

In the past three years, Mo Dye has never been out of that secret room, and his strength has been steadily improving, and his strength of the eighth level of self-esteem has been successfully promoted to the level of the god monarch, and there is even a faint tendency to break through.

"In the past three years, ink dyeing is really powerful......."

Yan Zixun lazily leaned against the door of the ancestral hall of the Mo clan, watching the endless spiritual power being pulled by the ink, and entered straight towards the secret room.

"The strength of ink dyeing, you didn't know it on the first day.......

Mo Yueli looked at Yan Zixun, this girl who used to be quite good with her fake sister, there was not much hostility in her eyes.

Speaking of Yan Zixun and Mo Yueli, there was a big joke at the beginning.

Three years ago, Mo Xuelan's identity was exposed and she was imprisoned by the Mo clan to contain the phantom, Yan Zixun at that time had already understood everything that had happened, and naturally she would no longer shield Mo Xuelan, not to mention, Yan Zixun deliberately went to find Mo Xuelan for this matter.

That's what they said.

"Xue Lan, why didn't you tell me the truth, why did you do this?"

The friendship from childhood to adulthood, no one will turn a blind eye, Yan Zixun is sad, this is true.

"Why? It's just a mission, the Phantom saved me, let me have an identity as a homeless orphan, the identity of a princess of the Mo clan that everyone envies, why do I say it? ”

Mo Xuelan was already tired, and she had been tortured by the ink-stained demonic beasts day and night, and she was already on the verge of collapse.

"I'm your friend, we've been together for eighteen years, can't any of these be worth the Phantom's bounty?"

Yan Zixun tried to wake up Mo Xuelan, she was too paranoid, she always knew it, but after eighteen years of friendship, Yan Zixun couldn't let go, she wanted to save her.

But unexpectedly, Mo Xuelan didn't appreciate it.

"Yan Zixun, being friends with you, but for the Weisheng clan, you are the most useful, and Lord Zunshen also hopes to get the most mysterious secrets of the four major families, don't think about it, I'm a person, I have never had feelings."

Mo Xuelan looked at Yan Zixun, and there was no longer the same light in her eyes, it was a pitch-black color, revealing death-like silence and disgust.

"Do you think so?"

Yan Zixun looked at Mo Xuelan's gaze, and seemed to understand in an instant, she pursed her lips, and after leaving a sentence, she turned around and left the dungeon.

"Mo Xuelan, you'll regret it."

Mo Xuelan scoffed at this, her task had been completed, although it was not perfect, but she knew that her life had come to an end.

Mo Xuelan chuckled, took out the extremely sharp hairpin that had been hidden in her clothes for a long time, and stabbed it into her neck like that.

Red dyed the straw spread under Mo Xuelan's body, Mo Xuelan was laughing, she could clearly feel the heat in her body gradually passing, she knew that she was going to die.

"If I can do it all over again, I still hope to come to Mo's, because here, there is love and warmth."

This was her last wish.

Mo Xuelan died, and this news spread throughout the four major families, and many people just regretted it and forgot about it, but only Yan Zixun broke a pot of wine, she was crying, but she was also laughing.

"Goodbye."

Mo Yueli naturally saw Yan Zixun's performance, Mo Yueli hated Mo Xuelan from the bottom of her heart, because it was Mo Xuelan who took the place of Mo Ran, revealing the family's secrets all the time, and letting the phantom chase and kill Mo Ran, so Mo Yueli was relieved about Mo Xuelan's death.

"Yan Zixun, Mo Xuelan is an impostor."

Mo Yueli was categorical, she was telling Yan Zixun that that person was not worth it.

"I know."

Yan Zixun said lightly, but his eyes were still not bright.

"If you can't let go, I'll help you."

Mo Yueli drew her sword and pointed straight at Yan Zixun.

Ink Dye has just returned, and she doesn't allow anyone to work against her.

Mo Yueli rushed to Yan Zixun without saying anything, and the two of them were in the Mo family

The clan fought and gradually attracted countless onlookers.

"It's... Why did the eldest lady fight with Miss Yan? ”

"I don't know......."

"It's weird........"

There was a lot of discussion around him, and he looked up at the two people who were inseparable in mid-air.

The two fought from day to night, and from night to day.

Knowing that Mo Yueli and Yan Zixun were exhausted, this fight for two days and two nights came to an end.

"You... Are you still thinking about her mother? ”

Mo Yueli lay panting on the grass, tilting her head to look at Yan Zixun.

"I don't want to."

Although Yan Zixun's voice was weak, it was unusually firm, and the corners of Yan Zixun's mouth were slightly hooked, but tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Zixun was just crying silently at first, but then the voice became louder and louder, and Yan Zixun broke down and cried.

"It's okay, it's okay........"

Mo Yueli sighed lightly, hugged Yan Zixun's body into her arms, and gently patted her back, and finally, Yan Zixun was tired of crying and fell asleep in Mo Yueli's arms.

Mo Yueli looked down at Yan Zixun's still red and swollen eyes, and suddenly remembered that she was just a child, and this kind of change was a little too difficult for her to accept.

Mo Yueli held Yan Zixun like this, and the hostility in her heart disappeared.

Thoughts returned, Mo Yueli and Yan Zixun leaned lazily against the door of the ancestral hall, looking at Mo Ran's promotion, there was still no intention to complete it.

"The war is about to begin, I hope the ink stains her... Come out quickly........"

Yan Zixun was a little worried, after all, the current situation is not optimistic.

Three years ago, Mo Xuelan committed suicide, and the Mo family disclosed the identity of Mo Ran, and the battle between the four major families and the phantom also surfaced, which can be regarded as tearing the face, and in the past three years, the big and small battles with the phantom have continued.

At the beginning, the four major families did not take the power of the phantom into account, and simply sent a few people to the Bones Underworld to investigate the situation, but none of them returned.

At this time, the four major families paid attention to it and improved their strength, but there are also some benefits that the people of the four major families found the wood spirit in a hidden forest and brought it back to the ink dye, and the ink dye is also a collection of five spirits at the moment, and the strength is steadily improving.

The Phantom's deity also seems to have begun to show up, intentionally or unintentionally, and it is rumored that the believer has reported that the deity seems to be a young boy.

And this young boy seems to have aroused the suspicion of countless people, when Baili Chenyuan heard the news, he quickly went to Jingyi to discuss countermeasures, as for what was discussed, no one knew.

Naturally, Mo Ran also heard a little bit of the wind, and she stood in front of the death mirror, and began to recall Mo Zhiyi's appearance in her mind.

Not long after, ripples began to appear on the mirror surface of the Afterlife Mirror, and then, Mo Zhiyi, dressed in black, appeared in front of Mo Ran.

Mo Ran stared carefully at the young man in front of him, dressed in black, with dark cloud sleeves, sitting on the ground, a man lowered his eyes and face, immersed in the world he created, slender and graceful fingers danced with the strings like flowing water, long eyelashes on the heart-shaped face, forming an arc of temptation, people moved with the sound, the picture was beautiful and peaceful.

It's just that something flickered in the ink stained mind, which makes people can't grasp it, but they want to peep, and before they know it, people have been attracted, and they are intoxicated with sound and people. But I was shocked by the dazzling beauty.

Mo Ran looked at the familiar young man in front of him, but his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, because on that familiar cheek, a pair of red bloody eyes were reflected in Mo Ran's eyes.

The ink-stained heart tightened for a moment, and those eyes, which she was very familiar with, often against her, the pair of eyes that belonged to the phantom clearly appeared on the body of the brother who loved her the most.

The mood of ink dyeing fell to the bottom in an instant.

"Big Brother ......."

Ink dye lowered his head, and his long hair fell down his shoulders, covering his cheeks and making it impossible to see clearly.

"Dye... I'm ........"

Baili Chenyuan's figure appeared behind Mo Dye at some point, and his broad shoulders hugged Mo Dye

Got into his arms and pressed the ink-dyed little face into his arms.

Mo Ran reached out and grabbed the shirt on Baili Chenyuan's chest, burying his cheek deeply, there was no expected crying sound or sobbing, there was just a long silence.

"Dye ......."

Baili Chenyuan didn't speak, just read the name of the ink dye, and stroked the ink dye's hair with his palm.

"I'm fine, Chen Yuan, it's just that this incident has come true......."

Mo Ran raised his head, a muffled voice came, and there was no expression on his face, but Baili Chenyuan still saw the deathly despair from the depths of Mo Ran's blue eyes.

That was her eldest brother, the eldest brother who loved her from childhood to adulthood, Mo Ran can still remember that the temperature of Mo Zhiyi's palm is the same as the temperature of Brother No. 7 in his previous life, so reliable, so dependent, but now, all this has been shattered, and everything is an illusion, a conspiracy, and a trap.

Mo Dye just felt heartache, heartache, and the warm and warm big brother disappeared.

Naturally, Mo Dye didn't miss Mo Zhiyi's weird smiling eyes, that face was still a familiar face, but the person was not the person that Mo Dye was familiar with.

"Don't worry, everything will be resolved......."

Baili Chenyuan has nothing to say at this moment except to appease, and the ink dye that should be understood is understood, but only the feelings cannot be parted.

"I'm okay Chen Yuan, let me be alone, the big war is about to start, and the four major families shouldn't last long......."

Mo Ran shook his head and withdrew from Baili Chenyuan's embrace, his fingertips crossed Baili Chenyuan's cheek, and a kiss fell gently.

"Well, we've almost lost all of our recent encounters, which we didn't expect."

Baili Chenyuan closed his eyes lightly and let the ink dye kiss lightly.

"I know, and, I seem, have understood something........"

Mo Ran looked back at the Mirror and stood quietly, Baili Chenyuan left the secret room and closed the door for Mo Ran.

"Keep preparing, Dye'er is about to get out of the customs."

Baili Chenyuan passed the order, and all the people of the four major families began to wait for them, while Mo Dye was sitting alone in the secret room, the power of the blue sky began to surround him, and the five spirits also emitted light around Mo Dye.

The fingertips of the ink dye tapped the mirror, and the colorful light flickered, enveloping the ink dye, and the ink dye disappeared directly, turning into a wisp of smoke and entering the mirror of the afterlife.

Mo Dye opened his eyes again, and in front of him was a peach forest full of peach blossoms, with pink petals flying, occasionally falling on the bright red skirt of the ink dye, dyed with a touch of sadness.

"Here it is...... My dreams? ”

Mo Zye looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, it was the place where he appeared in his dreams every day, that place, Mo Zan remembered, there was a young man, and a girl.

The scenery in front of him seemed to begin to move, began to regress rapidly, and the memories of the past unfolded in front of the ink stain, which was different from the previous dream, but a complete memory.

What Mo Dye didn't notice was that in the depths of his consciousness, the vague figure began to gradually become clearer, and became more and more transparent, and a smile appeared on the girl's clear cheeks, and that smile was relief, a longing.

"Froststain, it's time for you to come back......."

The figure of the girl slowly disappeared into the depths of the ink dye's consciousness, and the memory in front of the ink dye became clearer and clearer.

It was also a beautiful love, but the ending was very miserable.

That world is called the Oracle Continent, and the supreme rule of the Oracle Continent is located in the Sky City, led by the Bai clan of the Sky City, and the name of the girl in the memory of the ink dye is called Bai Shuang Dye, who is the priest and saint of the Sky City of the Oracle Continent, the bridge connecting the two worlds of man and god, and is the supreme existence.

And although the ability of white frost dyeing is strong, she is still a girl, a girl who longs for love, so, she went out to practice accompanied by Ziyan, and met the dragon god in charge of the dragon clan in the divine realm, Mo Linyuan, the two fell in love at first sight, and the love was vigorous.

However, the love of man and god is not allowed, this is natural, and the priest and saint of the city of the sky are dyed with hoarfrost, and they cannot love with God.

So the two were hunted down and killed by the two worlds of man and god.