After coming out of the Zongfu, Leng Moyu has been wondering who the mysterious woman in the Zongfu just now is, and why does she feel so familiar? Is she really my mother?!

Thinking of this, Leng Moyu may be very surprised, but in the blink of an eye, it is very complicated. She didn't know if this person was her mother, but if so, how would she face her? He is not the real 'cold ink rain', but the cold ink rain of the 21st century. If she was told the truth, would she hate herself?

He rubbed his eyebrows, looking tired. To be honest, she has never experienced the warm feeling of family affection, and only by the side of the emperor can she feel the warmth of the world.

Suddenly, there was a tightness around my waist. A familiar fragrance of bamboo leaves came to her face, she subconsciously hooked the corners of her mouth, and before she could say anything, the person behind her had already spoken.

"What do you think? Don't even know what I'm coming from? ”

His chin rested on Leng Moyu's left shoulder, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Leng Moyu turned his head to look at the suspicious grievances in the peach blossom eyes of Emperor Jun Xie, and laughed in his heart.

When he looked at the shadow of himself in the deep pupils of the Emperor Evil, thinking of his mother's affairs, his eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, and his consciousness began to gradually lose his mind.

Although I don't know why Leng Moyu lost her mind, when she saw the trace of complexity in her eyes and her abnormality today, she knew that she had something on her mind, and she was hesitating whether to choose to tell him or not.

To say it or not to say it is actually a great recognition of the emperor's evil. But if Mo Yu is unwilling to say it, he will not force her, let alone investigate her, so the ultimate right is in Mo Yu's hands. He, as long as he silently helps her.

Gently hugged her, with her chin against her head, sniffing the fragrance in her hair. One hand hugged Leng Moyu's waist, and the other hand stroked Leng Moyu's long and silky hair.

Caught off guard by being embraced by the Emperor Evil, an unknown aura called the Emperor Evil filled the tip of his nose in an instant. Thinking of the time when he slept with the emperor and the evil clothes before, his little face turned red. Reason told her that she wanted to break free from the warm embrace of the emperor, but in her heart she was very nostalgic and wanted to absorb more.

In the end, sanity failed.

The little hands grabbed the clothes on both sides of the waist, bringing themselves closer to the Emperor Evil. I smelled the fragrance of the bamboo leaves of the emperor's evil for a while. [The author of the messy entry: (Cover your face with shame (*\/ω\*)) is always 'sniffing', and instantly catch up with the in YY, our little evil is the same... A certain little evil: (The phoenix eyes of the soul dementor glanced at the author of righteousness (suo), and flirted with the broken tulle on his body) A certain author: (Nosebleed (~『~)~) I can't hold it!! 】

I don't know how long it took, Leng Moyu's muffled voice came out of Jun Dixie's arms intermittently, "Jun Dixie, you say, should I believe you?" ”

She said very lightly, as if she was asking the emperor about evil, and she seemed to be asking herself, constantly murmuring.

Suddenly asked by Leng Moyu, Emperor Jun's evil body stiffened. Then he looked at the head that was so low in his bosom that he couldn't lower any more. It's funny and distressing.

He laughed at the girl's constant loss of consciousness from the beginning; He felt sorry for this girl, because he had been troubled by the thing he didn't know.

Looking at the girl's frowning brow, his unspoken sigh of distress dissipated.

Regarding Leng Moyu's words, Emperor Jun didn't say anything, but hugged her harder, as if to tell her silently that he was by her side. Whether she believed him or not, he still believed in her.

Leng Moyu, who was buried in the arms of the emperor, had a sour nose, red eyes, and wanted to cry. But the whirling tears refused to fall.

Finally, a hoarse voice slowly came out, "Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she was an illegitimate daughter. Her father abandoned the girl and her mother because he hated her for being a girl and not a girl. And her mother blamed the girl for her father's abandonment of her, and from where did the girl's mother beat the girl whenever she was unhappy. Finally, one day, the girl's mother abandoned the little girl. ”

Later, the little girl was taken in by a man. He began to teach the little girl to kill and raise that little girl to be a good killer. ”

Leng Moyu's voice was very faint, as if he was saying something inconsequential. Her voice was faint, and she said that the little girl had been wandering in the ghost gate again and again for more than ten years when she was on a mission.

"Later, the girl died during a mission. And the culprit turned out to be the girl's most trusted brother. ”

"The girl was unwilling to die. But when the girl thought she was dead, she opened her eyes again, but she didn't expect that she had become a waste material that everyone spurned......"

"The girl has changed a lot, and she has doubled the people who originally bullied her......"

Speaking of this, the head that was originally buried in the arms of the Emperor Evil slowly lifted up. A pair of red eyes first appeared in the eyes of Emperor Jun Xie, and he frowned distressedly.

"Ah Xie, if that girl were me, would you believe me?"

There was a hint of fear in her voice. It seems that there is a lot of determination to say this.

A pair of red eyes with a mist and a hint of pity. The thin lips pursed revealed Leng Moyu's nervous mood now.

looked at Leng Moyu's nervous eyes and tight thin lips. He sighed distressedly, he knew that Mo Yu hesitated for a long time when she said these words again, she was afraid. Afraid that he would leave her because of it.

The throbbing pain in his heart is always saying that he feels sorry for her.

hugged her tightly, touched her head distressedly, had a thousand words in her heart, but when it came to her mouth, she didn't know what to say, and in the end, she could only spit out a sentence of "fool!" in distress! ”

Listening to the gentle voice of Emperor Jun Xie, Leng Moyu's nose was sour, and the tears that refused to fall in his eyes were completely disintegrated in Jun Di Xie's gentle words.

The chest is wet, and you don't have to think about it to know that it is a masterpiece of cold ink and rain tears.

Emperor Jun hugged her, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was helpless and distressed, "Have you cried enough?" ”

I rubbed my chest, but I felt wet, and I rubbed the other side in disgust. A thick nasal voice, muffled "Not enough." ”

Clutching the sleeves of his shirt, his head buried lower. You'll just let me be willful for the last time......

After a while......

"Now, Ah. I told you my story, so what did I say about you? "She's very interested in the Emperor's evil background.

Holding her, the magnetic voice was like a clear spring, "It's too late today, go to bed first." Wait for time to tell you. And tomorrow, don't you have any tutors to choose from in your school? ”

Hearing this, Leng Moyu pouted, knowing that he was changing the topic, but he was not the kind of person who loved to force others, since she chose to tell him her life experience, then she also unconditionally chose to believe him, and was willing to wait for the day when he told her.

In the end, Leng Moyu didn't say anything about the mysterious woman she saw in the sect's mansion today. If you don't tell him, you don't want him to worry. But our simple Mo Yu forgot, even if she didn't tell the little evil, but our little evil would check it ourselves.

[The author of the mess: (づ ̄3 ̄) Don't blame the little evil why don't you say it, in the end, it comes back to the original factor because the author hasn't thought about it yet, what kind of tragic and powerful life experience to arrange for our little evil ......]

……… Forehead... You read that right, this is the dividing line.........

Early in the morning, it was about ten o'clock in the morning. Leng Moyu and Luo Changfeng, Zi Bing, Yan Luoli and others are now on the playground.

looked at Mentor Qin on the stage, and there were a few white-haired old men. Tutor Qin here specializes in teaching Xuanli, and it seems that he is hovering between the peak of the Sword Saint and the Sword Immortal, and has not been promoted. Next to them are the alchemist Yao Lao, the refiner Gai Qiu, and the magician Wen Shu.

This time, it was the four teachers who took in the students separately. Each person can accept three, of course, it does not have to be three, just say that it is within three.

So now it begins.

The first to start was Wen Shu, he accepted two men and one woman, and the three of them were all wandering between magicians, and I have to say that he picked all of them with higher talents.

And then it's Gaiqiu. He is a refiner, and as a refiner, of course, fire magic must be the best, but after looking around, he didn't find a good seedling, so he shook his head in frustration and said that no one would be chosen.

When some people hear this, they will inevitably be sad that they have not been chosen. Especially those fire mages. It's good that they weren't chosen by Wen Shu, but even Gaiqiu didn't choose them this time. The only thing to do with magic is the alchemist, but Yi Yao Lao's tricky temperament is even more unlikely to choose them.

Yao Lao inspected for a while, and finally stopped on Hongluo's body, and then took her alone.

Seeing the person who was chosen by Yao Lao, Leng Moyu raised his eyebrows, it was this woman! The one who interrupted her in the cafeteria last time. I didn't expect her to be an alchemist?! I was in a hurry last time, I didn't look carefully, why does this woman look a little familiar? Where do you think you've seen it?

On the other side, he was favored by Yao Lao, who was as arrogant as a peacock, and saw Leng Moyu looking at him thoughtfully. Thinking that she was jealous, her expression became even more arrogant. But when I saw that Leng Moyu didn't put himself in my eyes at all. Annoyed in my heart, gritted my teeth, hum! You wait for me!

Next, it's time for Mentor Qin. Mentor Qin's original name was Qin Lie. This person is very serious, and many people are afraid of him, but Tutor Qin is a very strong person, and many students want to be his students, but they are afraid of him.

Lan Luoli on Leng Moyu's side pulled Leng Moyu's sleeve and whispered, "You say, there is only one teacher left, we shouldn't be able to choose, right?" ”

Looking at Yan Luoli's worried look, the corners of Leng Moyu's lips hooked slightly, and said, "Hehe, don't worry, you will be chosen!" ”

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Yan Luoli's eyes, will she be chosen? What do you mean? There is only Mentor Qin left, but Tutor Qin's face is flat, and there is no reason for him to leak in his heart, is it ......