was revealed his identity and appearance, and the pair of golden-red eyes stared at him.

However, Mo Jin continued without blinking.

"Even you can't touch her." Compared with the unruly coldness of the man in front of him, the coldness of Mo Jin's eyebrows and eyes was even more terrifying, and his dark eyes were calm and waveless: "Either re-turn into a hand rope, or ...... I'll get you out now, and we'll fight again. ”

Gu Yan gritted his teeth suddenly, and suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated a hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, they fought once.

is also a decent sect owner, Mo Jin is known as the first, and Gu Yanmo, who likes to fight the most, has been dissatisfied for a long time, so he found an opportunity to make an appointment in a mountain forest.

That battle lasted five days and five nights.

The entire forest was razed to the ground.

The sword marks on the ground are clearly separated from the marks of the fire.

The end result was that he was half bald and almost stewed into chicken soup when he was chopped down!

As for Mo Jin, only his robe was torn open by half an inch, and his hair was cut off by two strands.

Then, in order to recuperate from his injuries, he found a forest where many birds lived, and slept for a hundred years - only to be caught by his apprentice as soon as he opened his eyes! Caught!

Therefore, Gu Yanmo glared at the expressionless Mo Jin Immortal in front of him viciously, and finally gritted his teeth and returned to the bracelet in a suffocated manner.

Damn it.

Rather than intimidating people at every turn, it's actually a child who needs him.

This guy might really make chicken soup for himself!

Inside the room, there is calm.

Mo Jin lowered his head and looked at the child who was still lying on his stomach sleeping like a pig, and his eyes softened again.

He flicked his fingers—and the collapsed quilt flew up and landed on top of her.

A certain disaster that was crushed by the quilt and sank: ".................."

It's hot! It's so heavy!

Master! You are my dear Master! Why don't you find me a blanket, you take the quilt and paste my face, and you are not afraid of suffocating me???

"Hmm." Moving her eyelids, Qin Wo had no choice but to pretend to wake up slowly, she opened her round eyes blankly, and looked at the man at the table: "Master? ”

It didn't seem that he expected her to wake up, the man was stunned, and the coldness on Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes melted away, and he smiled.

"Awake?"

"Well, why are you here?" Liang Qing tilted her head, looked at the wide open doors and windows, blinked, and then looked at him with bright eyes: "Master is here to 'sneak attack' me?" ”

Hmmm-

Liang Qing immediately stood up happily and was about to rush towards him.

"Oh, Master, you said it earlier! I'm sure I'll be out of you! ”

“…… Less skin. Mo Jin hugged the child who pounced on her and flicked it on her forehead.

"Hmm." Childishly pouted.

"I just came here to see, why did I fall asleep at the table?" Rubbing her little head again, Mo Jin asked her, sweeping the paper on the table: "These are the formations they want?" ”

"Hmm." Liang Qing yawned, "They want more special formations, I want to say that I can draw more, maybe I can find a way from it." ”

Mo Jin stared at the formation on the table, did not move, and his eyes fell on the child's wrist - the red rope, Gu Yanmo's face was full of coldness before.

Mo Jin closed his eyes and looked back at Liang Qing again, the emotion in his eyes moved slightly.

"Xiaoqing."

"Huh?"

"I remember that you played a game of drawing formations with your senior brothers before?"

"Well, yes."

"I remember it was half of the drawing, let me guess, yes?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Liang Qing looked at him blankly with clear eyes and doubts.

Mo Jin stretched out his hand, took the pen on the table, lightly dipped it in ink, lowered his eyes, wiped out the emotions under his eyes, and asked in a soft voice.

"Then let's have some fun too, shall we?"

After speaking, Liang Qing lowered his head and looked at his slender jade-like hand holding the pen, slowly drawing half of the formation.

The formation that was slowly outlined with one stroke after another was completely similar to the formation on the top of the cloud top, which she modified and sacrificed most of the mighty ones!