"Well, where am I?"

Shaking his drowsy head, Mu Mo felt that the surroundings were wet, and his whole body was so sore that he lost consciousness, and there was a cold wind blowing around him, blowing on him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Thinking of this, Mu Mo's scalp chilled, and he quickly opened his eyes, and found that it was dark all around, and there was a crescent moon in the sky.

"Ah......h

A scream caused by a headache, Mu Mo felt an inexplicable force hitting his mind, and then passed out again.

When the sky was slightly bright, Mu Mo slowly woke up, thinking about the news he had just gotten in his mind at this time, Mu Mo almost passed out again!

His eyes were full of memories.

I am the last Martial Emperor of the Terrans, and I am at the forefront of protecting the Terrans against the beast tide alone.

Wearing the imperial armor, holding the star spear in his hand, standing alone in the tide of hundreds of millions of beasts, his condensed eyes with a gaze that will never give up and cannot give up, behind him are thousands of human races, and the people he wants to protect.

He, the Martial Emperor of the Human Race, broke through the path of the beast tide with one shot.

After fighting alone for three months, he was surrounded by a tide of beasts and had no reinforcements. Exhausted, he fell to the ground and was instantly devoured by the beast tide.

Helplessly, the three quasi-martial gods are nowhere to be found, he is the last martial emperor of the human race, and he does not fight anyone to protect the human race.

Before dying, he looked at the starry sky and smiled slightly, this may be the last bit of contribution I have made to the human race, sacrificing the essence blood to tear apart the void of the star spear soul and send it to the Guwu Continent.

He muttered to himself that in the future, someone could get my will and become a Terran Valkyrie and protect the Terrans.

Mu Mo said suspiciously: "What is this? I, a college student who has just graduated, didn't I work in the library, tidying up the bookshelves, and being careful of falling?

Mu Mo said as he pinched his arm, "Oh... It hurts! Damn, who said it doesn't hurt to pinch yourself when you're dreaming. ”

Young master, young master... Why are you lying in the ditch, stinky to death, a coquettish voice interrupted Mu Mo's thoughts.

Mu Mo, following the prestige, saw a tall girl, the girl was picturesque, with beautiful cheeks, long black hair pulled into a ponytail, slender and straight legs.

Mu Mo thought about what such a beauty would have to do with herself, so she asked with a little stutter: "You... Who are you?"

The girl looked at Mu Mo and didn't answer, stretched out her jade hand, and gently fell on Mu Mo's forehead.

"Ah, it's so hot, young master, do you have a fever? It's all burnt, and I don't even know Xin'er. ”

Mu Mo asked himself lightly: "Young master, am I young master?"

Unfortunately, this self-question was heard by Xin'er, and she mistakenly thought that Mu Mo was giving up on herself. Then he opened his mouth and comforted: "Young Master, I know that it was the first day of the Lingdu back then, but it turned out that time, your cultivation has been stagnant, the 12-year-old family youth competition was defeated by the son of the great elder in one move, was laughed at by the family, was expelled from the house by the Mu family, and laughed after being used by outsiders as a cook. Ke Xin'er believes that the young master will definitely be able to cheer up, restore his previous qualifications, and get back everything that belongs to you, and the spirit is only on the first day. ”

Mu Mo was a little confused, so in order not to let Xin'er see that she was no longer the Mu Mo that Xin'er knew, she began to talk nonsense.

"Which, Xin'er, I may have a bad cold, but I don't remember a lot of things clearly, can you tell me more about the past?"

"A cold, it shouldn't be a martial artist's disease!Young Master, you won't even be a martial artist now!" Xin'er asked with some eagerness.

Mu Mo started his own nonsense again: "Xin'er, didn't I tell you! I can't remember a lot of things, and I'm still a little confused Now, can you tell me about the martial artist and the Mu family?"

Although Xin'er was a little puzzled, she still spoke: "Young Master, everyone in our Ancient Martial Continent is eager to become a martial artist, because in the Ancient Martial Continent, if you have strength, you will be admired and respected by others. There is another type of person who will also be respected, and that is the person who is particularly rich. Cultivators in the Ancient Martial Continent need to buy a large number of pills and some powerful magic weapons to improve their strength. Those merchants bought these elixir magic weapons. ”

Xin'er paused for a moment and said to Mu Mo with some regret: "Young Master, when you were 7 years old, you accidentally fell into a cliff when you went out to practice, when I found you, you were already unconscious, your father was the strongest in the spiritual capital, and he was already a strong man at the martial spirit level at that time, but in order to save you, the meridians were damaged due to excessive use of spiritual power." It's just to keep your cultivation, but since the end of that experience, your cultivation has stopped, others are 7 years old, and they are just in contact with martial arts, and they can't be considered martial artists, but you have already reached the late stage of martial arts. He was crowned as the first day of the spiritual capital. Now you're 13 years old, and you still haven't improved your cultivation at all. ”

"Since then, some people in the Mu family have challenged your father in order to satisfy their ridiculous vanity, and they have insulted and insulted them. Sure enough, what kind of father has what kind of son, and your son is just as much waste as you. ”

When Mu Mo heard this, his eyes condensed, his parents divorced in his last life, and he lived with his grandmother since he was a child. To this father to bury the first strong person in the spiritual capital for himself. How can I not be moved.

Xin'er looked at the dirty boy who fell into the ditch in front of her with some relief, looked at his eyes, and regained her previous confident gaze.

Xin'er, who looked up at the sky, said to Mu Mo: "Young Master, the sky is about to dawn, let's go back first." ”

Mu Mo said softly and gently to Xin'er: "Okay, but I am no longer a genius boy, no longer the young master of the Mu family, I am Mu Mo." ”

"Thank you Xin'er, I'm a waste, and you still don't give up on me. In the future, just call me Mu Mo. ”

Xin'er snorted and said, "If it weren't for the deed of sale, I wouldn't have wanted to take care of you, the young master I couldn't find every day." ”

Having said that, Mu Mo knew in his heart that it would be impossible for Xin'er to leave her with just a deed of sale, and the contract was still Mu Mo's from the Mu family, not his Mu Mo.

Mu Mo smiled slightly, "Let's go." ”

Xin'er took Mu Mo here, this road that I don't know how many times to find Mu Mo.

Arriving at Lingdu, passers-by on both sides of the street felt that it was not worth it and whispered to Xin'er. "This Mu Mo didn't know where to go, and she was so bitter that this girl looked for a night. ”

"What is this girl doing with this shit? ”

Mu Mo glanced up at Xin'er, only to see that Xin'er didn't seem to hear it, holding his hand and walking forward.

Mu Mo secretly decided in his heart that he must not let the girl in front of him suffer with him again in the future.

Suddenly, Mu Mo heard Xin'er's coquettish voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Mu Mo looked at Xin'er and saw that Xin'er was apologizing to a young man who looked like a young master. Mu Mo walked up quickly and asked, "What's wrong, Xin'er?"

Before Xin'er could speak, the young master's obedience reprimanded: "Bumped into my eldest young master of the Li family, and I thought about it when I said sorry." ”

The eldest young master of the Li family bowed his hand disapprovingly, the corners of his mouth revealed this mocking joke, and said to Mu Mo: "Isn't this the son of Mu Yufeng, the strongest person in our Lingdu, who only Mu Mo on the first day of Lingdu?"

The eldest young master of the Li family didn't talk to Mu Mo when he saw it. Angry head pointed at Xin'er.

Xin'er saw him staring at her with bad intentions and wanted to hide back with some fear, but Mu Mo was behind her, she gritted her teeth and stood up straight, looking at the eldest young master of the Li family.

The eldest young master of the Li family opened his mouth again and insulted: "This maid is still quite beautiful, it is better to follow me Li Yu, it is better than to follow a waste." Li Yu said and stretched out his hand to hug Xin'er's graceful and delicate body.

Before Li Yu's hand arrived, he saw Mu Mo step forward to protect Xin'er with one hand, and said angrily: "Get out!"

Li Yu laughed angrily: "Oops! The waste has also learned to resist." ”

Li Yu punched Mu Mo in the face, "13 years old is only a genius in the late stage of martial arts, remember that to become a waste is to have the consciousness of waste." ”

Mu Mo just wanted to dodge this punch, but behind him was Xin'er, who had been defending him, so he took this punch hard.

Li Yu was a little jealous of Mu Mo's previous glory: "Waste is waste, just like your father, I only use the strength of the late stage of the martial artist, you can't dodge my punch, and you are still called a genius." Amusing. ”

Li Yu felt that the ridicule was enough, and just wanted to leave, but he didn't see Mu Mo's eyes to call the demon red.