The stubborn emotion in her heart gradually dissipated in her assurance, and she held her forehead and slowly sat up.

The girl's chirping voice continued:

"Miss, what's wrong with you, Miss, you speak, don't scare Xi'er, Miss, woo woo woo ......"

Mo Ran sighed helplessly, patted her hand comfortingly, and motioned for her not to speak.

This sparrow-like girl with a light and lovely voice is really a little noisy at the moment, but it's quite likable, Mo Zye thought.

Mo Ran closed her eyes lightly, feeling her soul gradually merge with her body, gradually becoming one, without the slightest discomfort, as if this was her own body.

Ink Dye is extremely clear that in the future, she is Ink Dye, and she will replace her and live in this other world.

When I opened my eyes again, the depths of my ink-stained eyes shone brightly.

This light was too dazzling, which shocked Xi'er, who was guarding the side, Miss seemed to have changed something, but she couldn't say what had changed

But this change made Xi'er very happy, the young lady was too depressed in the past, and her eyes were full of darkness and despair that could not be dissolved, and there was no innocence and cuteness that she should have at the age of 12.

Ink Dye stood up and looked around the general environment of the room, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.

The large room contained only a simple wooden bed, table and chairs, and a dilapidated cabinet.

Even the potted plants decorated are pitiful, and there are a few small holes in the roof, which often wet the tables and chairs in this rainy spring, which shows how much the ink stain has suffered at such a young age.

"Xi'er, my body still needs to rest, you go out and help me guard it, don't let anyone in."

"Yes, miss." Although Xi'er wanted to stay and take care of Mo Ran, she still turned around and walked out looking at Mo Ran's insistent eyes.

Mo Ran looked at Xi'er's back, the traces of whipping that faintly leaked from her neckline, and her good-looking brows furrowed fiercely.

After losing ground on their own, everyone avoided like snakes and scorpions.

Only Xi'er has always been by her side, obviously not a few years older than her, whenever she is tortured by those people, she always hugs her tightly, blocks the whips stained with chili pepper water for her, and then comforts her with tears.

Ink Dye clearly remembered her trembling voice

"Miss, don't be afraid, Xi'er will protect you."

Mo Dye thinks that he is not a good person, and he doesn't help his relatives as a typical person, otherwise he wouldn't have killed all the people in the laboratory for his brother in his previous life.

The ink-dyed eyes were cold and sharp, and no one could be safe and sound after touching her ink-dyed person.

Mo Wanrou, Mo Elegy, our account, I want to get it back from you little by little!

When she returned to her senses, Mo Dye walked towards the foot of the bed, and when she was just observing the environment, Mo Dye inadvertently spilled out her mental power and told her that there was something wrong with the foot of the bed.

Mo Dye squatted down, flexed his fingers and tapped on the bed board, and changed to a different position.

Knock, knock, knock.

The crisp sound means that this is hollow, and the ink dye groped carefully, and his fingertips touched a hidden button, and pressed it hard,

Click.

A small dark compartment pops up from the side, and a dark red mahogany box lies quietly in the dark compartment, and you can even feel the ancient atmosphere on the box.

Ink Dye was puzzled and took out the box.

She fiddled with the box, found the hidden buckle of the switch, and clicked, and the box opened.

A simple and gorgeous ring appeared in front of Ink Ran, who took out the ring and found a yellowed page underneath the ring, so she unfolded the page, and her starry eyes focused on it.

"My daughter is dyed

See the words like meeting

It's a pity that I didn't accompany you on the way to your growth journey, and it's a pity that I don't have much to teach you.

Dye Er has been amazing since birth, I am afraid that Dye Er will incur the disaster of killing, so I seal your meridians, and hope that Dye Er will understand the heart of a mother.

For the mother also hopes to be able to fulfill the duties of a mother, but in prison, there is a real hardship, for the mother does not seek to dye the child to be rich and noble, the reputation is far and wide, only to dye the child peace and joy, happy for the rest of life.

If Dye Er is not willing to be mediocre, she will not stop her mother much, just ask you to take care of your body.

Leave a ring for the mother for the dyer, this ring is called Biluo, you need to drop blood to recognize the Lord, for the mother's life's work is stored here, it will be beneficial to you to practice all the way, and I hope that Dye Er will make good use of it.

The husband is not guilty of his crimes, and the delicate heart of the dye child will be able to understand the meaning of being a mother, and the dye child is young, and too much Mi Xin is a mother who can't tell him calmly, and I hope that Dye Er will understand the reason.

I look forward to dying for my mother but I don't want Dye to be too strong, the future road is unknown and bumpy, I can't accompany Dye Er for my mother, and I hope Dye Er will be strong to face it.

Please believe in my mother, and I am doing my best to return to you.

May Dye'er get what he thinks, may Dye'er have a smooth sailing ahead, and may Dye'er be happy and happy for the rest of his life.

Mother

Purple Cream handwriting"

Syllable.

A tear soaked the yellowed paper, and a contradictory feeling rose in the ink-stained heart.

I am glad to learn that my mother is still alive, and I am sad that my mother is now trapped in an unknown place.

In my previous life, I never felt the ink of family affection, and the care and love between the lines of the mother's words in the letter touched the softest position in my heart.

Mo Ran shook his fist, mother, give your daughter some time to be strong, you must wait for your daughter.

Gathering his mind, Mo Dye fiddled with the delicate and simple ring in his palm, thinking about what his mother said, and he needed to drip blood to recognize the master

Thinking so, the ink dye bit through his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood fell to the center of the ring.

A blinding flash of light flashed, leaving only the ring that had fallen from the sky.

The ink dye here only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and then he was in a world full of mist.

Coming back to his senses, Ink Dye realizes that this is the world of Biluo.

However, Undye didn't notice that as the light enveloped her body, a birthmark of a flower was born on her collarbone, and then disappeared into her body.

Ink Dye walked lightly, groping the surrounding environment, and the magic was that wherever the ink dye went, the fog slowly dispersed, revealing the complete appearance of Biluo.

The overall appearance of Biluo resembles a huge house, and there are five other rooms, all with writing written on the doors.

Alchemy, Warrior, Magic, Summoning, Warcraft

Roughly speaking, there are many things piled up in each room.

Seeing that the relevant information of various occupations on the mainland has been included in the case of his mother, it seems that his mother is not an ordinary person.

Ink Dye looked around and walked towards the summoning room, the rarest profession on the Jialan Continent was the summoner, and Ink Dye seemed to sense that something was calling her.

Hoarse –

Ink Dye pushed open the wooden door, and the room was simply furnished, with a long table, a few chairs, and a huge bookcase filled with books of various shapes.

Ink Dye walked straight to the conspicuous golden book in the center of the long table, with several large gilded letters on it, "The Road to Summoning".

Mo Ran looked intently, not feeling the slightest hint of a pair of eyes in the shadows staring at her, those eyes were inquisitive and hot.

Ink Dye sat on the floor, looking at the book in his hand with relish.

"Summoner, a mysterious profession that everyone in the Jialan Continent knows about, and countless people yearn for it, but there are very few people who can become summoners.

Summoners, like magicians, rely on spiritual power to communicate and communicate with the magical elements of nature, but the biggest difference between summoners is that they can contract powerful and ferocious magical beasts......"

The girl sitting on the ground casually, her young body has slowly had a slender outline, and the girl's serious side face glowed with soft light, which has a kind of reassuring magical power.

The owner of the eyes behind the ink dye gently approached the ink dye gently, and the big hand was close to the ink dye shoulder.

In the flash of light, Mo Dye turned around neatly, clasped his hands tightly on the ground, and strangled the other hand's throat.

As long as the ink dyeing is forced, the opponent's head will be removed.

"Who?"

Ink-dyed's sharp eyes stared at the boy who was screaming as she restrained him.

"Stinky girl, why are you so fierce? Hey, you let go of me, let go of me......"

The young man's face flushed and he shouted angrily.

Ink dyeing doesn't eat this set, and secretly exerts force in his hands

"Less nonsense, who the hell are you?"

"Oops, it hurts, it hurts... Hey, I said, my name is Jing Yi, and I was a three-line summoner four hundred years ago. ”

Mo Dye was shocked by the amount of information contained in just one sentence, and the darkness in his hand was slightly loosened, and the young man immediately broke free, rubbing his reddened wrist with a slightly blue face.

"This can't be, Jing Yi is dead, even if he is alive, it can't be like you, say, who are you."

Mo Ran looked at the young man's slightly green face steadily, as if waiting for him to explain.

The young man shrugged helplessly, and in order to prove it, he waved one hand, and three clusters of elemental power of different colors floated in the air, instantly transforming into three magical beasts with different attributes, revealing his identity as a three-line summoner.

"It's true that I'm dead, but the owner of this Biluo back then, if I'm not mistaken, she's your mother, right, your eyebrows and eyes are very similar.

The owner of Biluo is also Ning Shuang, who inadvertently saved me from having my soul about to dissipate, so I have been living in Biluo for more than 20 years, using the spiritual power here to reshape my soul, so I look immature.

Ten years ago, the whereabouts of the frost were unknown, and Biluo is only in your hands now, what happened in between, I don't know very well, after all, I can't leave Biluo.

The summoner has fallen, the monster has returned to freedom, and I can't let you see my companion, but at least I can do elemental anthropomorphism, so, do you have anything else to ask? ”

"Not yet." Ink-stained eyes shimmered.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly immature young man in front of him was really the famous three-line summoner a hundred years ago.

Even if the ink dye is wasted, he has heard of Jing Yi's name, and Jing Yi back then was a powerful existence that had to shake the continent when he stomped his feet, which was really surprising.

It's not that Mo Ran didn't want to ask about Jing Yi's mother's whereabouts, but when he found that he looked confused, he could only give up.

Jing Yi looked at the girl opposite and regained her composure after just being surprised for a moment, and couldn't help but show her appreciative eyes for this unfazed character

"Little doll, what's your name?"

Jing Yi's smiling eyes were full of ill intentions.

"Seniors, juniors, ink dyeing."

In the face of the strong, the respect of ink dyeing is never stingy.

"From the moment you entered Biluo, I felt a strong spiritual power, as well as the neat skills just now, and I like this unsurprising personality very much, do you want to apprentice Xiao Ran'er?"

Mo Ran thought for a moment, she wanted to be strong, she wanted to have the strength to save her mother.

Immediately, he lifted his skirt, knelt on his knees, and bowed solemnly with a dirty little face full of seriousness and a desire for strength.

"The master is above, and he is worshiped by the apprentice's ink."

"Dye doesn't have to be so solemn"

Mo Ran shook his head seriously, "One day is a teacher and a father for life, and the master can afford it." ”

Jing Yi looked at Mo Zhan, who was kneeling on the ground with a serious expression, even if she couldn't see her face clearly covered by dirt, the indifferent, cold and independent aura on her body was still very clear.

He pursed his thin lips, his gaze deep and melodious.

"Are the golden scales a thing in the pool?"

Jing Yi hooked the corners of his lips, shook his head, and helped up the ink dye.