Mo Mianzhi couldn't see through what Ling Ran was thinking, and the hand hanging by his side shrunk, and said, "My sword is still outside the house, I'll go get it." ”

If you want to go outside the house, you have to go through the spirit dye, but at this time, the aura of the spirit dye is too strong, and the cold and sharp gaze seems to see her thoroughly, which is a little uncomfortable.

Mo Mianzhi took a few steps forward, suddenly changed direction, and pointed his toes on the ground, and crossed over the wall.

Spirit Dye: "......"

Would you rather climb over the wall than pass by him?

It's a good idea!

Mo Mianzhi took the long sword stuck in the ground, holding the sword at this time, he felt a little different, but he couldn't say what was different.

It just feels like the sword is a little lighter.

Mo Mianzhi turned around and walked into the house.

He turned his head and slammed into the man's chest.

"Ah......h

The sequence of movements happened in an instant, her head bowed slightly, her forehead resting on his chest, and his heartbeat could be clearly heard.

Bang bang bang –

"What? I'll eat you? ”

The man's voice is hoarse, floating down from the top of his head, sexy and seductive.

Mo Mianzhi only felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and subconsciously raised his head and looked at Lingran.

The wind suddenly blew around, and the man's hair fluttered lightly from her cheeks, like a sudden shower in the middle of summer, falling on people's hearts, and the heart lake was instantly chaotic.

The wisps of emotion were entangled, and the breath was burning.

"No, uncle—why is the national teacher here?"

I don't know what's wrong, Mo Mianzhi is nervous.

But in fact, he was a little willful in front of him before.

When she was a child, she dared to say anything, and when others said that he had a habit of cleanliness, she didn't believe it, and every time he taught her to write, she would deliberately splash ink on him.

He was never angry either.

She was always hurt, sometimes she was bloody, she liked to lean on him, as if his white clothes were dirty, she had a sense of accomplishment, and the wounds on her body would not hurt.

At mealtime, she also likes to let him feed-

Thinking about it now, there are so many things, so many things, his emotions have not fluctuated, and gradually, she thinks that this person will not be angry, except for the cold expression, there will be no expression.

But, now—

"You are not allowed to call me a teacher."

Master Guoshi, that's what outsiders call him.

"Huh?"

"Ah——!h

A scream suddenly sounded, Mo Mianzhi was startled, and felt a lot of demon souls surging behind her, and was about to push away the person in front of her, but the man suddenly hugged her waist.

It was as if it was going to shatter her bones.

Lingran raised his eyes slightly, the gentleness under his eyes instantly dissipated, the coldness dissipated, he flicked his fingers, the white streamer flashed, and those demon souls had already turned into powder before they could even scream.

Su Mu, who hurriedly walked out of the house, saw all the processes and stood at the door in shock.

He had long known that Lingran's strength was good, and now it seemed that he was much, much stronger than he imagined.

Mo Mianzhi blinked, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

It's been a long time.

"You, you let go of me first."

"Don't move, there's more."

After the powder dispersed with the wind, many demon spirits appeared on the long street.

Moreover, it is much more powerful than the previous ones.

Ling Ran's cold gaze suddenly paused, her eyebrows twisted slightly, and her other hand moved up from Mo Mianzhi's waist, pressed the back of her head, and pressed the person into her arms.

Mo Mianzhi: "......!! ”

With a palm in the air, hundreds of demon souls were left with only Yiren in an instant, and Lingran wrote a space spell, and the only remaining demon soul was imprisoned in the space and disappeared on the long street.

His eyes were downcast, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until the person in his arms struggled that he came back to his senses.

"Well, you, you let me go."

Mo Mianzhi was pressed into his arms, and he couldn't breathe.

Lingran came back to his senses and slowly let go of the person in his arms.

The moment of charm in Mo Mianzhi's heart disappeared in an instant, and he glared at Lingran unhappily, and when he turned around, the long street was empty.

Where is the earth-shattering momentum just now?

"Lingran, you didn't leave any of them for me!"

Mo Mianzhi turned his head and glared at Lingran.

She originally wanted to find a demon soul to practice her hands, she had just awakened her spiritual power, and she was not sure of her spiritual power at all, but now it was good, all of them were wiped out by the spirit dye.

So who does she take to practice?

"You can treat me as an opponent." Lingran lowered his head slightly, looked at Mo Mianzhi, and spoke very seriously.

"Huh?"

"Why, am I not stronger than those demon spirits?"

"Or do you not want to?"

"Forehead ......"

Practicing with spirit dye?

Lingran had already turned around and walked towards the courtyard, "Why don't you hurry up and keep up?" ”

Mo Mianzhi could only keep up.

Lingran spread an enchantment in the courtyard, stood still not far in front of Mo Mianzhi, and said, "Just use your Tranquility Sword and try to pour spiritual power into the sword." ”

Mo Mianzhi used his spiritual power according to what Ling Ran said, and rushed directly towards him.

With the blessing of spiritual power, the swordsmanship is overwhelming, and the spiritual power of the five elements bursts out together, with a touch of black in the middle, gradually expanding.

Lingran didn't dodge, just flicked his fingers, and the huge energy instantly dispersed, and he reached out and grabbed the sword that Mo Mianzhi stabbed over.

"Come again!"

The two practiced for a long time, and they didn't stop until they stopped losing their strength.

If Lingye had planted an enchantment before, I am afraid that this courtyard would have been destroyed.

In fact, Mo Mianzhi, who is already at the blue level, is not weak, but in front of Lingran, it is still not enough.

This made Mo Mianzhi very frustrated.

The subconscious sound in my brain sounded when I was a child, arrogantly saying that I would kill Lingran when I grew up, and I suddenly felt speechless.

Where the hell did she get the skills to say this to Lingran?!

Dragging his tired body, Mo Mianzhi went back to the room, threw himself on the bed, didn't want to move for a moment, and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, it was so dark again.

A point of light came from afar, turning into a transparent person in front of her.

Tall, like a man.

It's just that he doesn't have facial features, but he can't see what he looks like.

The man suddenly held out his hand and pointed his index finger at the center of her eyebrows.

Mo Mianzhi's whole body trembled, the darkness dispersed, and she suddenly appeared in front of a village.

It was a village that she was familiar with, very familiar, very familiar.

Many times in the middle of the night, it's all this place,

The eye sockets turned red almost instantly.

In some places, no matter how much time has passed, its memory cannot be erased, it will only slowly take root in the depths of memory, until it becomes deeply rooted and becomes an existence that can no longer be touched.

Mo Mianzhi subconsciously raised his feet and walked inside.

As she walked, it began to rain for some reason, and the rain fell and penetrated her body.

It's raining.

Rainy day.

That night, too, it rained.

"Let go of my daddy—"

A heart-rending voice suddenly sounded, familiar and unfamiliar.

Mo Mianzhi ran forward quickly.

In front of a thatched hut, the girl fell to the ground, her body covered in blood, and she continued to crawl in the direction of her father, her eyes full of despair, tears or rain......

The unkempt man was pulled by a demon spirit, and in his shoulder was a bloody hole, washed by the rain.

Cruel!

"No!"

Mo Mianzhi wanted to attack that demon spirit, and she wanted to change something.

She finally grew up and became stronger.

However, there was still nothing that could be done, and the spiritual power penetrated the demon's body without causing any trauma.

She could only watch as the nightmare of the past was being relived in front of her.

"No!"

"Ah——!h

A scream made her burst her throat.

The scene stopped after her father was killed, and there was no sound of rain.

The picture fades away and returns to darkness.

Mo Mianzhi shivered coldly.

Why, why is she going through it again.

The golden figure appeared in front of her, crouched down, reached out and touched her head.

"You'll have to get over that, Little Seven."

Mo Mianzhi suddenly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

The golden figure is slowly materializing.

Purple clothes, black hair, he is handsome, the scenery is beautiful, the moon is bright, it seems that all the beautiful words in the world are not enough to describe his beauty.

"Daddy, Daddy......"

Her voice was hesitant, but firm.

But she had never seen him so noble and magnificent, because she had the impression that her father had always been unkempt, a beggar on the street, and he was all dirty.

"It's Daddy."

He gently touched her head, like the most precious treasure in the world.

"My little seven has grown up, so good-looking, like your mother."

Mo Zhi looked at her gently.

"Xiao Qi, forget about those, it's not your fault, it's not Mr. Lingran's fault, it's all fate, it's destined to be my calamity."

"It's just that the most regrettable thing is that I didn't tell you your name in person."

"Your name is sleep, and your mother gave it to you, and when she was pregnant with you, she was very sleepy and slept most of the day, so when you were born, your mother gave you this name."

"Xiao Qi, put it down."

"You have a wider sky—"

"Daddy, I miss you, Xiao Qi misses you."

"I've always been by your side, and now that your spiritual power has awakened, I can give you something."

Mo Zhi stretched out his hand and touched her eyebrows.

Golden spiritual power instantly poured into her body.

It seems to be the power of blood, very warm and nostalgic.

"Child, live well."

The long voice, the figure of the man, gradually disappeared into the darkness, without a little light.

In the house, Lingran had already arrived at the moment when Mo Mianzhi's body was abnormal.

The golden spiritual power gathered and suppressed the black chaotic power in her body, making the chaotic power powerless to fight back.