If the people on the rivers and lakes use greed to end their hatred, can they change those filth?

He's been confused lately, and he doesn't know what made him change his mentality.

Mo Xi was a little surprised, his unfocused eyes fell on him, and he made Feng Fu read a little softly.

Feng Fu: "What are you looking at?" ”

"I was surprised." Mo Xi stopped wiping and put away his sword, "Hatred is the most easily blinding emotion, but you realize this when the revenge is not avenged, which means that there is no hatred in your heart. ”

Feng Fu's gaze suddenly moved from her sword-collecting hand to her face, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

"Isn't that new?"

He murmured, even more confused.

If Mo Xi could see it, he would be able to see that his confusion at the moment was very similar to when he wondered about the breadth of human greed.

"Maybe your heart is like an outsider, and you won't really sink deeply, so when there are some external factors that make you care, you break your 'profound' illusion and wash away your hatred."

Feng Fu was stunned and looked at Mo Xi.

Mo Xi avoided his gaze and walked to the door, "At this time, Wu Yuan should also send someone to find you, and end this paragraph well, although it has been put down, but some things have already begun, and it should be brought to a complete end." ”

She didn't give him a chance to speak, she opened the door, and there was the person standing outside the door who was looking for Feng Fu.

"He's in there."

Mo Xi bowed his head slightly, walked out, went to his room, and closed the door.

"Lord Feng, the master is invited."

Feng Fu came back to his senses, nodded, and went out to scratch the closed door on the opposite side, thinking thoughtfully.

He intuitively felt that the phrase "outsider" was referring to her, but she didn't give him a chance to tell her how he felt.

Because of what.

Feng Fu left with puzzlement.

The furball slumped lazily on the table, and when he saw Mo Xi come in, he raised his eyelids that had been drooping for a long time.

"Why didn't those planes want to leave before?" Mo Xi was amused, grabbing the paralyzed ball into his palm.

The furball pouts,

Without the capabilities that the system has, it can only see a little bit in front of it, which is too limited.

"I'm like this now, so you should stay with me."

When the hairball heard this, the hair was drooping down, and he couldn't beat his spirits.

Moxi was amused, rubbing its head.

She knew how it felt.

It's like a person with a vision of 2.0 suddenly becomes blind, and the hairball that is a child's heart can't stand this kind of grievance at all.

"I've wronged you."

The furball pouted and hummed softly,

"Okay, good, the hairball is the best, and the little difficulties will be overcome."

Feng Fu's interest in attacking the Gu Clan was greatly reduced, and the words he discussed with Wu Yuan became casual.

Wu Yuan heard his emotional changes and was happy to see them.

When there is one less person to mix, there will be one less person to grab credit from him, and he will take care of one less person, how good.

After that, there was a discussion about attacking the ancient clan, and Wu Yuan rarely asked Feng Fu's opinion again, and after knowing that he didn't have too many ambitions, it didn't matter if he came to participate in the discussion or not.

Feng Fu found that he was more willing to be with Mo Xi than to discuss with them how to attack the Gu Clan.

Since returning to Wu's house, Mo Xi has rarely moved, and spends most of his time sleeping to reduce consumption.

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