"Actually, it's not difficult. I can bring the third uncle to the Rilun Pavilion. ”

It would be much easier to bring it to the Rilun Pavilion and then go to the Immortal Pavilion.

Zi Qianmo ate another petal of orange, and his glass eyes narrowed slightly: "Okay." ”

A quarter of an hour later.

The carriage arrives at the Purple Mansion.

Coincidentally, Zi Mucheng was practicing in the courtyard.

Since Zi Mucheng was poisoned, his whole person has been reborn, which is very different from before.

The whole person is in good spirits, he looks very young, and he looks like twenty-five or sixteen, no longer a handsome uncle, but a handsome young man.

The cultivation is also recovering quickly, increasing day by day, and now it has returned to the upper realm of the innate stage.

Zi Qianmo also saw that Zi Mucheng's waist had an extra delicate purse, which was embroidered with an extremely delicate dark rose pattern.

- Xiao Yuwei.

In Zi Qianmo's heart, he almost already had an answer.

It seems that the power of love is still great.

What made the third uncle really have new expectations for life was the woman he once really loved.

"Qianmo, are you back?"

Zi Mucheng's cultivation has increased dramatically now, and his six senses are also much sharper, sensing the movement, he quickly turned his head, and saw Zi Qianmo and Mo Yan, to Zi Qianmo, he was close to him, and to Mo Yan, he was respectful, "Mo Gongzi, long time no see." ”

Mo Yan nodded at Zi Mucheng and said, "Xiao Momo is homesick, I'll take her back to see." ”

Zi Mucheng was stunned.

Xiao Momo......

This method of calling is much more intimate than "Qianmo".

It seems that what my father said is right, the two of them, a good thing is coming.

Zi Mucheng knew Mo Yan's identity, and learned that he was the president of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce who could cause a huge shock in the economy of the four countries by casually stamping his feet, and he admired him very much. I also feel that if it is Mo Yan, not only in terms of ability, character, appearance, and cultivation, but also fully worthy of his little niece.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be home." Zi Mucheng's eyes were a little hot, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at his little niece.

"Third uncle."

Ziqian Mo looked at him steadily, and as soon as he came up, he went straight to the topic, "Let's go to Xuanwu Academy." ”

Zi Mucheng was stunned: "Why?" ”

He hadn't been to that place in over seven years.

Once, he was also the pride of the sky, and almost became the personal disciple of the vice president Taihong. At that time, there was still far from Chu Changgeng's business.

In other words, his original qualifications were no less than those of the second prince Chu Changgeng.

It's a pity that it was just a bureau set up by Taihong in order to harm the Zi family and him. His eyes were blind, half of his body was poisonous, his muscles and veins were damaged, and he was a waste man for seven years.

To some extent, Xuanwu Academy can be regarded as a sad place for him.

"For revenge."

Zi Qianmo's expression was very light, and his voice was cold, but he was serious, "Doesn't the third uncle want to kill Taihong with his own hands?" ”

Zi Mucheng's body shook, his pupils shrank suddenly, his handsome face was very excited, the muscles of his cheeks were trembling faintly, his shoulders were even tighter, and even his breathing became rapid and heavy.

Deep down, there is something that is churning wildly.

- A rotting flesh called hatred.

It's tearing, screaming, rotting, stenching, almost bursting out.

If you don't get catharsis, it will explode in an instant! Burst his heart, blow his soul to pieces!