The wind was cold.

The ermine Qiu boy in the pavilion looked at the scene at the foot of the mountain from a distance, he couldn't see it clearly, but he heard it wonderfully.

The ghost cried wolf's howl, which he expected.

After a long time, he made sure that there was no accident, so he turned his body and rushed down the mountain.

But when he came to the edge of the trap, the scene in front of him made his eyebrows tighten and his eyes were full of anger. Wei Dinghai's face was cold, and his eyes were full of a depth that was extremely incommensurate with his fourteen-year-old age.

"Damn, how can this be?" Wei Dinghai couldn't figure it out, a first-order two-fold martial cultivator, with eight first-order one-heavy martial cultivators, couldn't handle a half-dead wasteland hyena and a waste wild seed?

Fished out the frightened Wei Dingliang from the beast pit, Wei Dinghai said: "Waste, this matter is not allowed to reveal half a word to the outside!"

"Hai Shao, I remember. But he ......" Wei Dingliang covered his wounds, his face was painful and frightened, recalling the terrible scene just now, he still couldn't believe it was true, "He seemed to be a different person just now. ”

"Hmph, it's nothing more than Uncle Zhong teaching him some inferior martial arts, just a trick to obscure, don't worry. Wei Dinghai said coldly, "Go back!"

He shook his sleeves and walked away, and the others hurried to follow.

......

Wei Mo and Wei Dingbo were separated at the back door of the Wei family's mansion, one went back to his house upside down, and the other walked a little lonely to the corner of the deep house, the remote courtyard with a hundred hundreds.

Now Wei Mo's bones were aching all over his body, as if he had just had a high fever. The power of the Divine Courage just now no longer existed, and if it weren't for the scabbed wounds on his body and the blood on his clothes, he would have thought he was dreaming.

In order to avoid people's eyes, Wei Mo tried to choose small alleys to walk through. As he passed through a side door, Wemo heard a burst of giggling laughter.

Several young people, one holding a pot, came from the pot with a burst of meat. On one shoulder is a frame filled with steel charcoal. Others were seven, seven, eight, eight, eight

"This cheap young master is really good, on a cold day, just stock up on such a few items for the winter?

"Cut, he is fourteen years old, and his mother's tolerance for him may have reached the limit. ”

"Forget it, this pot of pork rib soup is good, and you can have a tooth sacrifice at night. ”

They talked and laughed, and drifted away.

Wei Mo listened, his fists clenched, no wonder the aroma in the pot was so familiar, before going out, Qin'er was cooking pork rib soup for him, it was a birthday meal for him.

These lackeys, every once in a while, will go to his small yard to raid it. They are all ordinary children of the family, and they dare to go to the yard of his patriarch's son to search, obviously there is someone behind them.

Without thinking about it, Wei Mo had the appearance of the woman who seemed to be gentle, but was actually a femme fatale.

"A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late!" Wei Mo said secretly, "Today's incident may be a turning point, you must not give me a chance to become stronger, the day I become strong is your end!"

A cold wind blew, and Wei Mo shivered and quickened his pace.

The Wei family's mansion is splendid, but there are also dark corners. The courtyard where Wei Mo lived was the most dilapidated of them all.

The three tiled houses in the courtyard were half decayed, and Uncle Zhong began to repair them in the summer, and he barely finished them until the autumn. The only thing that can be praised is probably the cold plum in the corner.

In the cold winter wax moon, the wind is cold, only the cold plum, the snow is blooming, and the high spirit in adversity is just like the current Wei Mo.

The door was open, and before Wei Mo could get closer, he heard Jean's cry.

Qin'er is the daughter of Uncle Zhong and is seventeen years old. Since Aunt Zhong died, she took the place of her mother and took on the responsibility of taking care of him, the young master of wild seeds. Uncle Zhong was the man's personal servant back then, and after the man brought Wei Mo back to this home, he was entrusted with a 'heavy' responsibility to take care of Wei Mo.

Everyone secretly laughed at Uncle Zhong, and his status in this family plummeted.

Although they were slaves, in Wei Mo's opinion, they were not relatives, but more like relatives.

Qin'er sobbed and cried suppressedly: "What should I do, dinner was snatched away." "The land was in shambles, the stove was smashed, and the pieces were thrown all over the yard.

Uncle Zhong is a taciturn man, he didn't say a word, he cleaned with a broom, and his face was bruised and bruised, indicating that those people just now were not very friendly.

The atmosphere is too oppressive, and I need to spice it up.

Wei Mo took a deep breath, put all the discomfort in his body behind him, grinned, and raised his foot to enter the door.

"Looks like someone helped us fix the house!" said Vermoren.

Seeing him come back, Uncle Zhong's indifferent face had a little more joy, and Qin'er immediately wiped away her tears and smiled at him, even though the smile was fake.

"Young Master Mo, are you back? I'll go prepare a meal right away. Jean turned and rushed to the kitchen, where the stove for heating was smashed, and she had to go to the earthen stove to light the fire.

Looking at her increasingly graceful figure, a heartache flashed in Wei Mo's eyes.

Among the maids of the Wei family, Qin'er is definitely the outstanding one. After the age of fourteen, it is like a budding lily, slim and elegant, showing off alone.

How many young masters are vying to please and want her to serve in the past. If Qin'er is willing, she can get out of her slave status and become someone's concubine. Although it is not as good as a wife, its status is much higher than that of a slave, which can be described as a difference between cloud and mud.

But Qin'er didn't want to, she only wanted to guard Wei Mo, saying that she wanted to help her father complete the errand assigned by the patriarch. Clear-eyed people know that Qin'er's kindness to Wei Mo has long surpassed the love of master and servant.

"Young Master, what's the matter with you?" Uncle Zhong didn't talk much, the only people in this family who could make him talk now were only three people, Qin'er, Wei Mo and Wei Tianyang - the head of the Wei family and Wei Mo's biological father.

Uncle Zhong stared at the scars on Wei Mo's body and the torn bloody clothes, his eyes suspicious.

"It's okay, I went out to play with Xiaobo and accidentally fell into the trap. Uncle Zhong, I'll go wash and change my ...... first," Wei Mo said with a pretended relaxation.

"Okay young master, I'll call you when I go back to eat. Uncle Zhong nodded.

Wei Mo quickly returned to the bedroom, closed the door, took off his bloody clothes, wiped his body indiscriminately, and threw himself down on the bed, as if he were in collapse.

He struggled to recall the scene not long ago, but his memory was blurry, but he could still recall the feeling of that time, the feeling of power.

They shouted that Wei Mo was a waste of firewood, all because of his ruined martial veins. Without a martial vein, you can't condense your Xuan power, and you can't achieve a martial cultivator, which is a very cruel thing in the Galaxy Continent. Especially since Wei Mo was born in a family like the Wei family, the competition between the children was so fierce.

At first, Wei Mo would be resentful of all kinds of unfair treatment, but gradually, he learned to be wise. It's a day to be happy, and it's a day to be unhappy, so why be angry about some garbage? Instead of being angry, it's better to find ways to become stronger and be angry with them.

There is only one thing that will make Wei Mo angry, and that is that others hurt and humiliate the people around him, the real family members he thinks in his heart - Sister Qin and Uncle Zhong.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Mo turned around tiredly, recalling the strange scene today, the feeling of being possessed by the god of war, and before he knew it, he fell into a stupor.

Wei Mo had a dream in which he came to a dark void, full of black fog, and it was impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

He walked in a daze for a long time, and suddenly his body could not move, and a strong wind rolled above his head, and a whirlpool gradually formed.