This sound of the master made the emperor's eyes darken, and then he withdrew his hand and said, "There is something on the side of the mouth." ”

I didn't eat anything, when did it hit my mouth? Mo Jiuhu rubbed his lips with the back of his hand suspiciously, adding a bit of color to the originally pale pink lip color.

Emperor Zun's eyes unconsciously deepened a little, but he didn't do anything, just taught a few words of mental mantra in an indifferent voice and went out.

It's just that there is a little hoarse in his voice. Mo Jiu called out to Emperor Zun with some concern.

"Master, where are you going?"

Emperor Zun didn't pause to go out, didn't turn his head, and said, "Next door." ”

Mo Jiu called Emperor Zun, also afraid that he would leave suddenly, and when she heard that he would live next door, she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't say anything more.

When Emperor Zun went out to leave, he went to bed and sat cross-legged, and began to breathe according to the mantra that Emperor Zun had just taught.

But for some reason, this meditation was different from the past, and Mo Jiu couldn't calm down.

The appearance of Song's biological mother of this body always appeared in her mind, which made her mood swings a little intense, and the aura flowing on her body was also a little disordered.

Mo Jiu finished meditating, leaned back on the bed, and frowned. It seems that there has never been a time when meditation has been so distracted. Could it be that he blames himself for not avenging the Song family?

Mo Jiu stretched out his finger and pressed his eyebrows, feeling a little upset. Speaking of which, there have been a lot of things lately, but it seems that the series of things that have happened seem to have been arranged in advance by something, and she is secretly observing her reaction.

Although all the evidence of Song's death pointed to the emperor of Yunhai Kingdom, she felt that there was some invisible truth hidden in the darkness.

Mo Jiu took out the women's clothing that Song had given her from the space and spread it out, reaching out and caressing the dress.

When Song sewed this dress stitch by stitch, she must have imagined her feminine appearance when she wore it on her body, and sewed it with a sense of guilt for her daughter.

At this moment, when I take it out again, my mood is even heavier.

The light blue dress is different from the red and green dress, not cheesy and not too small, it looks generous and decent, and the moire pattern embroidered by the gold wire on the waist makes this dress especially suitable for Mo Jiu's temperament.

"Why don't you know that you're still so interested in women's clothing?"

A low and cold voice came, and Mo Jiu looked at the voice, and the emperor stood reclining against the wooden door, his posture lazy, and the white jade mask shone slightly.

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, when did he come in? Why didn't she have any sense?

"Does the master always enter the apprentice's room without knocking?"

Mo Jiu's voice was slightly cold, but his tone was indifferent, and his face did not change at all. He just quickly folded the dress in his hand and put it in the backpack beside him.

Emperor Zun walked over, looked at Mo Jiu with deep eyes, and said, "It doesn't matter how the teacher comes in. You and I are both men, why are you so defensive? Unless you have some secret that you can't let your teacher know? ”

Mo Jiu's eyes looked up at the immortal man in front of him lightly, and said, "What secrets can the disciples have?" It's just that I don't like people to enter the room casually. ”

Emperor Zun leaned down and looked at Mo Jiu's eyes, but those eyes were too faint to see the emotion at all.

"Don't you like people because you're afraid of revealing your identity? For example, the fact that she is a daughter. ”

Then a pair of white and slender fingers gently stroked the collar of Mojiu's robe.