"A little bit of a wound." Chu Hongyun smiled faintly, "I did take it away, Xiao Yan won't have to worry about it hurting you in the future." ”

Mo Yandai raised her eyebrows slightly, "It turns out that Brother Chu is still a hidden master. ”

"Why is Xiao Yan making fun of me?" Chu Hongyun hooked his lips helplessly, but he was speechless and directly changed the topic, "You just wanted to go back to the Mo family?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Yan nodded, "My father's disappearance must have something to do with Jiang Zhirong's mother and daughter. ”

"Xiao Yan, I'm afraid you won't be able to get any benefits if you go to the Mo family now." Chu Hongyun's eyes were a little more solemn, "Now the person in charge of the Mo family is your second uncle Mo Zhanpeng." ”

"Mo Zhanpeng?" Mo Yan's eyes turned cold for two points, "Didn't my second uncle be expelled from the Mo family by my father a long time ago?" He still has the face to come back? ”

Speaking of this Mo Zhanpeng, Mo Yan remembered his prodigal and lustful son Mo Xiaolong.

At the beginning, it was precisely because Mo Xiao Long had the audacity to get his hands on Mo Yan, who was only fourteen years old, that the father and son touched Mo Zhanyue's bottom line and were kicked out of the Mo family.

In the past two years, it can be said that there has been no news at all.

But now as soon as Mo Zhanyue disappeared, Mo Zhanpeng appeared, and she would not believe it if she said that she was not tired.

"Not only did he come back, but he also brought a lot of mysterious powerhouses with him."

Chu Hongyun sighed lightly, "For more than a month, I have also been tracking down your father's whereabouts, as well as the origin and identity of these strong people, but unfortunately, there are no clues." ”

"Brother Chu, thank you for your trouble. But I still have to go back to the Mo family. ”

"Xiao Yan-" Chu Hongyun disagreed, "Now the Mo family is in danger, with your skills-" Chu Hongyun's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked up at Mo Yan in surprise, "Xiao Yan, your cultivation-"

"A blessing in disguise." Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "I didn't expect that not only was I not killed by that thunderbolt, but I was even able to cultivate by splitting the blocked meridians." ”

Before Chu Hongyun could speak, Taiyin Youying, who had been forgotten in the cold for a long time, interjected: "Little girl, you are lucky!" That thunder is comparable to heavenly punishment, you are fortunate to have suffered it, if you haven't been passed, you have already disappeared at this moment, do you still think it is a good chance? ”

In the past few days, Taiyin Youying always remembered the feeling of that thunder on her body.

There was a faint familiarity to that feeling, but it couldn't say what that familiarity was.

It's just that his intuition tells it that there is actually some kind of mystery hidden in that thunder.

Chu Hongyun glanced at the strange little beast on the ground in surprise, but he didn't ask much.

"Sure enough, misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking. Xiao Yan, it's a good thing that you can cultivate. But if you insist on going to Mo's house, then I will accompany you. ”

Seeing Chu Hongyun's resolute expression, Mo Yan did not refuse.

Looking at the handsome side face, the dark face was slightly dark.

- Chu Hongyun, I hope you don't disappoint me.

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A pair of men and women walking side by side in the light curtain, their backs are picturesque, and they look so harmonious and matching.

Jun Muhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was already a trace of coldness in his eyes, but he didn't realize it.

With a wave of his hand, he directly closed the light curtain.

Simply out of sight is pure!

"It's so stupid that anyone can easily believe it."

But I don't believe him!

Although she called him one beauty after another, although they had kissed several times, he could feel that she had always been separated from him by an invisible barrier.

And her "closeness" to him is just because of the ghost fire in her body.

With a soft snort, he looked down at the blood-soaked gauze, but a depression gradually crept up in his heart.

He tried to suppress this depression and concentrate on healing, but the more he pressed it, the more irritated he became.