Mo Wu didn't hesitate to stand in the distance, his footsteps paused, and a glimmer of light crossed his eyes. [No pop-ups. 】

When he first came in, he didn't seem to knock on the door.

Before Mo Wuxi could speak, hurried footsteps came from behind him.

"Master, master!"

Mo Ruhua stood behind him, looking incredulous that he would appear in the women's room.

She was about to fall asleep when she suddenly noticed Mo's breath.

She hurried over, but she didn't expect Mo Wuxi to set foot in the women's room late at night and appear in Ye Qinglan's room.

Mo Wuxi's head tilted slightly, "Picturesque, I have something to discuss with Miss Ye for the teacher, it's getting late, you go and rest." ”

"......" Mo Ruhua's fingertips trembled and bit his lip.

"Yes, the disciple obeys!" With reluctance in her eyes, she slowly withdrew from Ye Qinglan's room and returned to her room.

Mo Wuxi approached Ye Qinglan's bedside and raised his eyes to look at her.

"......" Ye Qinglan stood on the bed, looking at Mo Wuxi, who was speechless, very speechless.

Mo didn't hesitate to glance at her, then looked away.

He raised his arm, and there was an extra scroll in his hand out of thin air, he opened the scroll, and a portrait of a woman appeared in front of Ye Qinglan.

The woman's long hair is waist-high, a simple crown is looped around her head, and her long skirt is fluttering, like a fairy.

"......" Ye Qinglan.

What does it mean to draw a picture?

"Who is she?" Mo didn't hesitate to speak.

"......" Ye Qinglan was even more confused.

How did she know who this person was!

"You don't know her?" Mo Wuxi looked at Ye Qinglan's expression, a little surprised and confused.

"Should I know her?"

Although this woman is beautiful, she has nothing to do with her.

This person is not her relative, and he is not her mother, how can she know him.

"......" Mo didn't hesitate to stare at Ye Qinglan's face tightly, not letting go of any of her expressions.

It stands to reason that at the age of five, he already remembers things and will not easily forget a person.

However, judging by the expression of the girl in front of her, she didn't look like she was lying.

What's more, there is no need for her to lie.

"Fang Lin."

Mo didn't hesitate to throw out another sentence coldly.

"Huh?" What Fang Lin?

Ye Qinglan had a moment when she thought that Mo Wuxi had come to rectify her in the middle of the night.

First he broke into her room without warning, then he inexplicably took out a painting, and now he didn't know what he was talking about.

Is the head of Jiuhuamen crazy?

"Master Mo, if there is anything, you can say it directly, why is it such a detour?"

………

She really doesn't know the saint of the Nuwa tribe!

The saint raised Nuwa's descendants for five years, and it was impossible not to leave any traces, but this girl who attracted Nuwa Shi really didn't know Fang Lin.

It seems that the descendants of Nuwa are not this Ye Qinglan.

However, why is Nuwa Stone inseparable from her?

In the ten days that Ye Qinglan was in a coma, he was annoyed by Helian Cheng many times, and every time he came, he tried to take Nuwa Stone out of her dantian, but Nuwa Stone was like relying on Ye Qinglan, not only did he not come out, but he even attacked him as an outsider.

Now, he can only leave Ye Qinglan in Jiuhuamen. After the real Nuwa descendants appeared, let her take out the Nuwa stone.

"It's okay, you rest early!"

Mo didn't hesitate to flick his sleeves, put away the portrait, and turned to leave Ye Qinglan's room.

He came and went quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Qinglan was stunned, "......, are you okay?" What are you doing in her room when you have nothing to do?

Sister has a test tomorrow!

Mo Wuxi's head was really funny.

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