In the room –

"The hosts! Ink dyeing! You can't put me in the spirit world next time! Otherwise, I'm going to be angry! ”

The small body of the ghost-faced rakshasa stood in front of Mo Ran, jumping to his feet in anger. The fair-skinned and delicate little face was flushed with anger, and his cheeks were bulging.

The neckline of the petal robe slipped down the shoulders due to the violent movements of the owner, revealing the white and lovely shoulders.

The yin and yang hair was tied into two long braids, one black and one white, and draped behind him.

"Hehe, not next time."

Mo Ran touched his nose weakly, opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his bright white and neat teeth.

"Humph!"

The ghost-faced rakshasa stomped his little feet, and looked at his master's obviously irresponsible words, and he was really speechless.

"That's right, master, if you get hurt, we really don't want to go."

The fiery red cat Chi Yan licked his paws and helped.

"It's okay, you are my partners and friends, and in such a dangerous situation, of course I can't let you get hurt.

Is the Rakshasa's injury better, you, I believe that your master is good, I am not so weak. ”

Mo Dye touched the top of Chiyan and Rakshasa's heads, smiling lightly and rubbing them gently.

"I'll be fine for a long time."

Rakshasa stuck out his tongue, and his little face turned red suspiciously.

The ghost-faced rakshasa recalled the words of ink dyeing, and said that it was true or false if he was not moved.

In the more than 100 years she has been alive, she has seen a lot of Warcraft that have signed contracts with summoners, and Warcraft is just a tool for those summoners, and they don't care about it.

And Mo Dye, she is very different, when she encounters danger, her first thought is to protect them and prevent them from getting hurt.

Such a master, such an ink dye, how can they not be longed for and protected.

Ghost-faced Rakshasa believes that Chiyan is also the same as she thought, such an ink dye, it is really a blessing to meet her.

Jun Chenyuan looked at the gentle, warm atmosphere around Mo Ran, and his purple eyes were full of smiles.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why he can't give up ink dyeing, he is calm enough and decisive when encountering things, and he always feels close to the aura around him.

"Dyer, I've checked the matter of the man in black, but the clues are basically broken, and I suspect that someone is secretly obstructing."

Jun Chenyuan's purple eyes crossed solemnly again, when did the news in the outer continent get out of his control so much.

Mo Ran listened to Jun Chenyuan talk about business, his fingers rubbing his chin. Ghost-faced Rakshasa and Red Flame entered the spirit world on their own.

"I tried to check, but I didn't find anything, and the situation seems to be deadlocked."

The news that even the Scarlet Moon Tower can't detect seems to be an organization that appeared out of thin air.

"Since they haven't made a big move at the moment, fortunately it's up to them, and the most important thing is strength.

To find out everything, first of all, I have to be strong. ”

Mo Dye felt the strength of the late stage of the commander, even if he was a genius in the eyes of outsiders, but in Mo Ran's opinion, this was not enough, far from enough.

In today's battle with the Venerable level, Mo Ran understood the difference in strength between himself and the Venerable, not to mention the ninth-level Venerable of the Inner Continent.

"Looks like I still have a long way to go."

Ink-dyed eyes were ethereal and muttered to himself.

Jun Chenyuan looked at the aura around the ink-dyed body suddenly heavy and depressed, the pain in the center of his purple eyes flashed, and his dyeing pushed himself too hard.

"Ran'er, don't push yourself, take your time, I'll be with you."

Jun Chenyuan wrapped around Mo Dye's thin body from behind and gave Mo Dye warmth.

The ink-stained black eyes softened, and the small hand covered the big palm around his waist.

"Chen Yuan, thank you for being there, but I can't relax, my mother is waiting for me."

"Mother?"

"Chen Yuan, when I think clearly, I will tell you everything, wait for me, can you?"

Mo Ran turned around, and looked at Jun Chenyuan with wet black eyes, something seemed to be slowly dissolving in the depths of his eyes, but it seemed to be still full of defense.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as Jun Chenyuan's words fell, Mo Ran hugged Jun Chenyuan's waist tightly, buried his head deep in Jun Chenyuan's arms, and leaned quietly.

It seems that his dye is not used to relying on him, and he can occasionally feel the loneliness and gloom on Mo Dye's body, but he never knows why.

The indifference and decisiveness of Mo Ran is not like that of a fifteen-year-old child, and there seem to be many secrets in her.

But he would wait, for the day when Ink Dye was willing to tell him everything himself.

Jun Chenyuan carried the spiritual power in his hand and washed the dust on the two of them.

Dangdangdang.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Mo Ran raised his head from Jun Chenyuan's arms, and his starry eyes regained their brilliance.

"Benefactor, the young master ordered me to come and invite the benefactor to the tribal square."

"Okay, right away."

Mo Ran quickly washed his cheeks with the water element, pulled Jun Chenyuan out of the room.

Under the leadership of the remnants of the Feng clan, Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan came to the tribal square.

The tribal square was already full of clansmen, and when the clansmen saw Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan coming, they automatically gave way and went straight to the high platform.

Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan walked to the high platform and stood beside Yaer Xuansheng.

Yar Xuansheng looked at Mo Ran, smiled, and then faced his clansmen.

"I think you know a lot about the patriarch, and now the crime of Yarpo's treason is a foregone conclusion, he colluded with outsiders to kill the former patriarch Yar Zangxiong, imprisoned the young master, and intended to capture Miss Yar Leyin.

Today, he was sentenced to death by Yarleyin. ”

Yar Xuansheng's deep voice fell, and his eyes were full of grief.

"I hope that the spirit of the patriarch in heaven can rest in peace."

"yes."

"I hope that the spirit of the patriarch in heaven can rest in peace."

The sound of prayer resounded in the square.

Yaer Xuansheng straightened his expression: "Today, I, Yaer Xuansheng, comfort my father's spirit in the sky, inherit the position of patriarch Yaer Xuansheng, do you have any objections?" ”

"We have no objections."

"Well, from today on, I, Yaer Xuansheng, will succeed to the patriarch of the Relict Phoenix Clan, and I will follow the will of the patriarch of the past and devote my life to protect my Relict Phoenix Clan!"

The old man, who had been lifted up by the ink today, stepped forward, smeared his hand with green juice, and painted a clear and solemn family emblem on Yaer Xuansheng's forehead.

Then he shouted: "See the patriarch! ”

"See the Patriarch!"

Mo Ran looked at the young man in the voice, and it seemed that he had grown up at this moment, and he had the demeanor that the head of the clan should have.

"Everyone around me must be familiar with these two, without them, the Relict Phoenix Clan may have disappeared from the world at this moment.

On behalf of the Relic Phoenix Clan, I, Yaer Xuansheng, thank you for your help, and I am willing to make friends with the two forever. ”

Yaer Xuansheng bent down and saluted, offering the noblest etiquette of the Relict Feng clan.

"Patriarch Yar doesn't need to be polite, Leyin is a friend I recognize, and her business is naturally my business."

Mo Ran picked up Yar Xuansheng and shook his head lightly.

At the end of the ceremony, Yar Xuansheng took Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan to visit Yar Leyin.

"Brother, are you back? Are you okay? ”

Yar Leyin looked at Yar Xuansheng who pushed the door in, and spoke weakly.

"I'm fine, thanks to the ink-dyed elixir."

Yar Xuansheng helped Yar Leyin up and let her lean against the head of the bed.

"Dye, thank you, thank you so much."

"Okay, you and I still say this, how is the body?"

Yarleyin shook her head, her face flushed a little.

"I'm fine, I just need a little rest, brother, let's go see my father."

"Okay."

"Dye, can you please come with Jun Gongzi?"

Ink Dye nodded.

Yaer Xuansheng carefully supported Yaer Leyin, and the group walked towards the cemetery of the Relict Feng Clan.

"The patriarch of the Yifeng clan will be buried here after his death, and there is my father."

Yar Leyin explained for Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan.

"Here we only recovered the scattered body of my father, and everything else, everything else ......"

Yar Leyin said, covering the corners of his lips and sobbing, Yar Xuansheng patted his sister's shoulder, his eyes flashing with grief.

"Leyin, please mourn."

Mo Ran felt this sad atmosphere, and his heart was indescribably depressed.

Yar Xuansheng and Yar Leyin put incense on Yar Zangxiong, clasped their hands together, and prayed silently.

The sky was turning gray, and large dark clouds obscured the warm sunlight.

A few purple bolts of lightning pierced the sky, and bean-sized raindrops fell on the ink-stained face.

"Dye, you and Jun Gongzi go back first, and my brother and I will stay for a while."

Mo Ran looked at the stubborn expressions of the two brothers and sisters, took out an umbrella and put it beside the two, and left quietly with Jun Chenyuan.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Yar Xuansheng and Yar Leyin knelt in front of Yar Zangxiong's tomb, letting the rain wet their cheeks and hair, and without saying a word, there was a faint flow of sadness in the air.

Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan returned to the room, the two of them were already wet by the rain, Jun Chenyuan took off his wet coat and threw it on the screen, picked up a towel and wiped his hair for Mo Ran.

Ink Dye pondered what had happened recently, everything seemed ordinary, but there seemed to be a strange person behind it.

The group knew everything about them, and they were clearly coming at them, but they had no clue, and they were spinning around like headless flies.

Everything is getting weirder and weirder, Mo Dye is suddenly confused, she doesn't know where to start, she doesn't know what her mother is doing at the moment, and she doesn't know how to go on in the future.

Coming to this other world, nothing seems to be going well, and Mo Dye doubts himself more and more.

Those people seemed to have forgotten that Mo Dye was only a fifteen-year-old girl, and her immature shoulders already carried too many things.

Maybe it's because the aura around the ink dye is getting more and more confused, or maybe the ink dye has been stunned for too long.

Jun Chenyuan seemed to have insight into people's hearts, turned over the ink-dyed body, and his purple eyes looked directly at the ink-dyed starry eyes.

"Dye'er, things in the world don't happen when you're ready, and nothing will be something we can control all the time.

When we encounter something that cannot be solved, the only way is to become stronger, and when we are strong, so strong that no one can climb the peak, everything will be solved.

Ink dyeing that has lost faith is not ink dyeing, is it? Dyeer? ”

Jun Chenyuan's firm purple eyes and warm palms gave the ink dyeing strength, and the ink-dyed black eyes gradually faded from confusion and bloomed again.

is so hesitant, afraid of how the future will be her ink-dyed style, this pressure can't bear how to rescue her mother and break out of the sky.

Mo Dye despised himself fiercely for his own actions.

"Master, if even you lose your bearings, what should we do?"

The ghost-faced rakshasa's faint doll voice was deep, making Mo Ran suddenly understand that she was not alone.

Her every move also touches the hearts of others, for those who love her and care about her, she can't be confused, and she can't lose her direction.

"I'm sorry, Rakshasa, Chenyuan, I'm okay for worrying you."

Mo Ran smiled, and his face shone with brilliance.

"That's what I'm dyeing."

Jun Chenyuan hugged the ink dye and felt the temperature on the ink dye's body.

The ghost-faced Rakshasa of the spirit world smiled, and the cute little face was full of relief.

"I'll just say that the master is fine, the master is different."

Red Flame looked at the smiling face of the Ghost Rakshasa and wagged his tail.

"Trust the master, she is so powerful that no one can defeat her."

"I know."

The ghost-faced rakshasa looked at the ink-dyed gaze, and even a trace of confusion disappeared, and the corners of his lips curled.

Mo Ran's state of mind seems to have been baptized this time, and she will no longer be confused, but will move forward bravely with the expectations of these people who love her.