"You're here." Han Xiluo had just pushed the door open. There was a lazy, magnetic voice from within.

"The Pavilion Master is also there." Han Xiluo did not respond to Feng Mohan's words. Instead, he said hello to Yue Zhen'er, who was sitting on the side.

"Hmm." Yue Zhen'er crossed her. Keep your eyes on the body of the miracle. Her eyes flashed with irrepressible excitement. Han Xiluo really felt this. And her heart is getting more and more strange. Why did this pavilion master's performance after seeing the miracle be so different from her before. That kind of look. Seems to be longing. It's like endless thoughts. Could it be that a miracle reminded her of someone.

"Sit down." Feng Mohan's words interrupted her thoughts. Han Xiluo retracted his gaze without a trace. Sit down in the position closest to you. And Lan Ling'er took a miracle to achieve a soft collapse a little farther away.

"Those people, the city lord has taken care of everything."

"They have been held in a makeshift house outside the city."

"These people haven't touched since last night."

"Yes. And the Lord found out. Their red eyes are slowly fading."

"Fading." Han Xiluo was a little stunned. That said. Her blood coupled with the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball could really crack such a modern biochemical weapon as Qin Yuxuan.

"So the owner is also curious. What the hell are you two sacred?" When Feng Mohan asked this sentence. And there is not much to expect. In his opinion. It doesn't matter who she is. What is it. She couldn't be erased in his heart.

"If I say I'm a god. Do you believe it?"

"Letter. Whatever you say. I believe in the Lord." Feng Mo made his position naked.

"Uh. Okay." Han Xiluo swallowed a little embarrassed. Now that last night's events have happened. If you want to continue to work with them. Then they must be given a reasonable explanation. So Han Xiluo didn't intend to hide them.

"Actually, we are descendants of the legendary mysterious witch clan. We've been hiding from the world. In order to resolve the catastrophe of the world. And today's catastrophe. As early as a hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Wu clan had predicted it. And thought of a solution. And I. That's the solution. And only I can really stop this catastrophe." Han Xiluo explained the truth of the matter succinctly and clearly. Then quietly wait for the reaction of the other two people.

As a result, Yue Zhen'er directly ignored what she said. Just focus all your attention on the miracle. And Miracle sensed her strangeness. Also kept staring at her.

Feng Mohan was silent for a while. He said, "Then how are you going to defuse this catastrophe. With your blood and that glowing holy thing?"

"No. That's just a palliative, not a cure. My blood and holy relics can only eliminate the chemical virus from their bodies. and does not restore them to normal. That means they're still just the living dead. It's just a loss of attack."

"Chemical viruses. That's something." Feng Mohan found that he didn't understand a lot of what she said. Could it be that this is the language of their Wu clan?

"Uh. Equivalent to poison. Right. It's like being poisoned." Han Xiluo couldn't explain to him what a chemical virus was. He can only speak in layman's terms that he can understand.

"So what are you going to do next?" Feng Mohan looked at her as if he didn't understand.

"It depends on whether the city lord is willing to cooperate with me." Han Xiluo asked rhetorically.

"Of course. As long as Loel is willing. Even if you open your mouth to ask for the whole Qingcheng. The Lord will offer it with both hands." Feng Mohan looked at Han Xiluo with an evil charm.

"Forget it. I can't afford this whole Qingcheng. It's just that I'm thinking. Since the relics and my blood can dispel the virus. So if we inject bloody spiritual power into the soldier's body in advance. Is it able to resist the attack of chemical viruses. to be able to compete with their armies of the living dead."

"What Luo'er said doesn't have to be bad." The more Feng Mohan looked at her, the more she liked it. She's smart and quick-witted. Her majesty and domineering completely conquered him.

"So I'd like to ask the city lord to borrow some troops for me."

"Everyone in the secret base. I'm at your disposal." Feng Mohan approached Han Xiluo's face. A warm breath sprayed her face. Han Xiluo couldn't help but tremble. Then he said helplessly: "City Lord. Please don't get so close when you speak?"

"Hey. Pretty uncle. Why are you so close to my mother?" After hearing Han Xiluo's words. Miracles reacted immediately. Then jumped off the soft collapse and quickly ran to Han Xiluo's side. Get in front of her.

"Your mother." Feng Mohan looked at the small figure in front of him. Look up at Han Xiluo again." It's really your kid."

"Uh-huh." Han Xiluo nodded undeniably.

"What about the child's father." Feng Mohan stared at Han Xiluo. That's what he cares about most.

"This shouldn't have anything to do with the city lord." Han Xiluo avoided his gaze.

Feng Mohan was silent for a while. Then the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile: "As long as it's yours. I'm going to love it."

Lan Ling'er on the side just drank a sip of tea in her mouth, and it was squirted out gorgeously. stained the veil on the face.

And Han Xiluo is full of black lines. The corners of his mouth twitched. What is called as long as it is hers. He loves both. He's so conceited. What the knows?

"Thank you Lord for your kindness."

"Feng Mohan. The name of the Lord. You can call me Mo or Han." Feng Mohan sat back in his place.

"Uh. Can I call you the lord of the city? Or Feng Mohan."

"No. Mo or cold. Take your pick."

All right. Han Xiluo didn't want to dwell on this issue with him. Because she knew in this ancient world. A man always likes to struggle with what people call him. She'd been taught before.

"Feng Mohan. Get out of here." The deafening sound of anger spread throughout the mansion. You don't have to guess to know who that person is.

"I'll give me an explanation after last night. It's good now. actually let the murderer enter and leave my Qingcheng Mansion so freely. Do you really don't take my Feng family seriously?"

The sound is getting closer. Feng Mohan held his forehead with his hand. The corners of the mouth twitch slightly.

"Looks like the ghost has been too comfortable lately. I found someone who hasn't come back yet."

"Master." He wasn't done yet. A ghostly figure appeared in front of him." You look for me."

"You. . . When did you come back?" Feng Mohan didn't feel that his martial arts had regressed. If the ghost returns. There's no way he can't sense an anomaly in the air.

"Just now."

Feng Mohan was speechless. All right. It's really better to respond to that sentence than to come sooner.

"Daddy." Really. A sweet exchange in the courtyard. Immediately, half of Feng Yunhe's anger was gone.

"Ling'er. You're back." Feng Yunhe looked at his daughter who was moving in front of him. The rest of the other half of the anger is almost gone.

"yes. Father. Aren't you happy that your daughter is back?"

"Happy. How can you not be happy. Come on, come on. Let Daddy take a look. Ouch. Lost weight. My baby daughter is skinny. No way. Fast. Go with Daddy. Daddy has to get you something to nourish and nourish."

Thereupon. Feng Yunhe, who originally came to find Feng Mohan to settle accounts. After meeting my daughter. And they threw him out of the clouds.

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away. Feng Mohan in the room also breathed a sigh of relief.

"You weren't born to your father, did you?" Lan Ling'er couldn't help but say playfully.

The corners of Feng Mohan's mouth twitched a few times. And there was no answer.

"It looks like it was really picked up. Otherwise, how could there be such a big difference?" Lan Ling'er's immortal god added.

Suddenly, Feng Mohan's head was full of black lines. Sometimes. He was also a little skeptical that he was his own. If it weren't for my mother reassuring him again and again. Maybe he really thinks he's not his real dad anymore.

"Alright. It's time for us to go." Han Xiluo interrupted them with a smile. The old master of the Feng family, who was going to settle accounts with them, was temporarily stabilized. But I can't keep it when I remember that there is still their stubble. That's the end of it.

"Hmm. Let's hurry up. This dad doesn't love the city lord who doesn't love his mother. Wait until the old man of his family rushes in. It's hard to even protect yourself. How can you take care of us?" Lan Ling'er glanced at Feng Mohan with a half-mocking look. While holding the little hand of the miracle standing beside Han Xiluo. Unhurriedly, he walked towards the door.

Feng Mohan not only twitched the corners of his mouth. Even that stunning face looks a little deformed.

"I'll go with you." Yue Zhen'er, who had been silent, spoke at this time. And then slowly walked to the side of the miracle. Whispered, "Can I hold your hand?"

Miracle looked up at the woman who was about to hold her hand in front of her. Although I can't see her clearly. But her eyes were full of love and expectation.

"Yes." He nodded his head. While stretching out his little hand.

Yue Zhen'er was stunned for a moment. Immediately, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly. Slowly stretch out your hand. Hold the miracle warm and soft little hand in the palm of your hand. An indescribable warmth in them only flowed.

Han Xiluo was silent. She always felt what this Hidden Moon Pavilion Pavilion Master thought. How does it seem to have something to do with miracles?

That's it. The group was in Feng Mo's cold and helpless gaze. Swaggered out of his room. Leave Qingcheng Mansion.

"Chasing souls. Chasing souls." One back to the inn. Miracles can't wait to start looking for the soul.

"Little master." The soul chaser quietly appeared by the side of the miracle.

"Where's Xiaoxue. Did you bring it back?" The eyes of the miracle sparkled with excitement.

"Hmm. in the master's room."

"Oh also. Cutie. I'll do it."

The group that had just entered the door saw a miracle and ran up the stairs.

"What's wrong with him?" Yue Zhen'er asked with some concern.

"It's fine. His pet has arrived." Han Xiluo said with a light smile.

"Oh." Yue Zhen'er showed a doting smile.

"Pavilion Master. Do you have anything to say to me?" Han Xiluo felt that it was time to talk to this strange pavilion master.

Yue Zhen'er heard her words. Turned to look at him for a moment. Then he said to her, "I'll wait for you in the room." Words. She withdrew her gaze. Straight to the backyard wing.

"Ling'er. You go up to accompany the miracle. I'll come when I go."

"Can you do it alone?" Lan Ling'er was a little worried.

"It doesn't matter. It can be seen that this pavilion master has no ill will towards us. On the contrary, there is an indescribable love for miracles. So I have to figure out why."

"Okay. The Transmission Spell opens first. Call me anytime you have something." Lan Ling'er glanced at her. And he said nothing. Turn around and walk towards the second floor.

"Chasing souls. Don't follow along. Protect the little master here."

"Yes."

Slightly calmed. Han Xiluo slowly walked towards the backyard.

"You're here. Come in."

Didn't wait for her to knock on the door. Yuezhen'er's voice sounded in the room. Han Xiluo responded. I saw that there was no one else in the house except Yue Zhen'er. It seems that Yue Zhen'er doesn't want too many people to know about this. Even if it's a cronie close to you.

"Pavilion Master." Han Xiluo politely saluted. Then sit down across from her.

"What do you want to ask?" Yue Zhen'er said slowly.

"I guess I'm asking you, the Pavilion Master. What do you want to know. Whether it's me. Or a miracle." Han Xiluo smiled indifferently.

"You're smart. It's also very perceptive."

"It's the Pavilion Master's performance that is too obvious."

"Huh. You know what. I see miracles. I remembered a man." Yue Zhen'er's eyes were a little fluttering. Seems to be struggling to remember something.

"Who." Although the question is very bland. But Han Xiluo was a little nervous at the moment.

Yue Zhen'er didn't answer her directly. Just retracted his somewhat ethereal gaze and looked at Han Xiluo.

Long. She slowly spat out a sentence.

"What is the relationship between you and Nangong Liye?"

Nangong Liye. Sure enough, it was him. Although on the surface, Han Xiluo just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her. In fact, her heart was already as frantic as a river and a sea at this time.