He was handcuffed and shackled but still able to talk and laugh, he was badly injured but still alive.

He is magnificent, Yushu is in the wind, Xiazi and the moon rhyme, and the elegance is peerless......

All the words to describe a beautiful man in this world, two women who have been completely fascinated want to pile up on this man.

"Abyss...... Uncle Yuan?Why are you?" Mo Jingyi was not like Ren Hanyue and Zixi who only cared about admiring beautiful men, and when he saw this man who should have been trapped in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, his mind had already entered a state of confusion.

In the Valley of Hundred Flowers, the blood-red vines have always symbolized Mo Jinghui, so when he saw the large blood-red vines, he blurted out the words "Seventeen Brothers".

He never dreamed that the person who came out of the vine would be his mother, that is, Xia Weiyuan, the favorite husband of the Lord of the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

Xia Weiyuan is the biological father of Mo Jingting, the young master of Hundred Flowers Valley, and the foreign monk he talked to Ren Hanyue and Zixi about opposing Mo Jingting and Mo Jinghui together.

In Mo Jingyi's impression, although Xia Weiyuan was very kind to every junior in the Hundred Flowers Valley, he also paid great attention to keeping his distance from them.

The reason why this is the case is because Mo Xiangya, the valley owner of Hundred Flowers Valley, has a very strong desire for exclusivity towards Xia Weiyuan.

Not to mention that Mo Jingyi and Mo Jinghui, the "juniors" of the Outer Eighth Road, are Mo Jingting's biological daughter, Xia Weiyuan rarely has the opportunity to contact them.

Mo Xiangya's almost pathological desire for exclusivity directly led to Mo Jingting's cold alienation from Xia Weiyuan, which is why her father risked his life to oppose it, but Mo Jingting still took Mo Jinghui into her backyard.

Xia Weiyuan had a light smile and a gentle expression, "Yan Hong sent me." I made a deal with Jinghui. ”

Yan Hong is a kind of plant spirit with a blood-red vine in its body, as a special spiritual plant cultivated by the seventh generation of the Valley of Hundred Flowers Valley with a lifetime of painstaking efforts, it has always had a transcendent status similar to that of a "holy object" in the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

Before Mo Jinghui, all the eighth to seventeenth generations of valley lords had tried to conclude a contract with Yan Hong, but unfortunately, no matter what they did, Yan Hong always ignored them.

After a full ten generations in this way, the people of Baihua Valley no longer hope that Yan Hong can recognize the master, and the seventeenth generation of valley lord Mo Xiangya even began to consider whether to simply raise it as a holy relic in the valley in the future.

However, when Mo Jinghui was twenty years old, a sensation happened to the entire Hundred Flowers Valley without warning - Yan Hong, who had failed to make a contract for ten generations of valley owners in a row, actually took the initiative to conclude a natal contract with Mo Jinghui on his birthday.

No one knows how Mo Jinghui did it, but it is undeniable that Yan Hong's sudden recognition of the lord made Mo Jinghui suddenly become detached.

After that, as long as the people of Baihua Valley saw the endless blood-red vines, they would naturally think of Mo Jinghui, and the name of Yan Red completely became Mo Jinghui's living signboard.

Mo Jingyi stared at the blood-red vines in front of him with a complicated expression, "Yan Hong, what does Brother Seventeen need me to do for him?"

It's not that he is particularly rich in brotherly love, and it's not that he really thinks that Mo Jinghui's simple words of ventilating the news are worth his liver and brains, the reason why he is so cooperative and so obedient is completely because he has no right to say "no" in front of Yan Hong at all.

Jinghui promised to send this person out of Yanzhou, and he also said that you would help him complete this agreement. The blood-red vines danced gently, followed by a crisp and delicate voice belonging to the girl.

Mo Jingyi's eyes widened in surprise, "Can ...... But I have no plans to leave Yanzhou. ”

The soft branches of the crimson shook slightly, "You have it now." ”

Ren Hanyue and Zixi looked at each other, while Mo Jingyi dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

In the end, it was Xia Weiyuan who broke the deadlock, his voice was soft and his attitude was sincere, which made people trust him when he heard it.

He said: "Jingyi, if you don't leave Yanzhou, you will be arrested and returned to Baihua Valley sooner or later." Rather than live here in hiding, I think you might as well go to sea and go to other continents. ”

Mo Jingyi subconsciously looked at Ren Hanyue.

During the time they got along day and night, he already had a certain trust in Ren Hanyue.

Ren Hanyue didn't rashly suggest what he should do, she pondered for a moment before saying to Mo Jingyi: "Anyway, Zixi and I are going to leave Yanzhou." If you want to fly away and start over, then we'll get out of here by boat. If you can't leave your homeland and would rather risk being captured, then we won't force you to leave with you. ”

What she said was equivalent to not saying it, but Mo Jingyi had already understood what she wanted to express - as a person who met Mo Jingyi Pingshui but had shared hardships and hardships, she would not casually express her opinions on matters related to Mo Jingyi's life situation, but within the scope of her ability, she was not stingy to provide him with certain help and convenience.

Mo Jingyi didn't hesitate for too long, because the blood-red branches couldn't hold back and wanted to whip him.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, Mo Jingyi doesn't dare to try the power of Yan Hong, who can't even please the valley masters of the past generations.

He agreed to leave Yanzhou with Xia Weiyuan, Ren Hanyue and Zixi also welcomed Xia Weiyuan, a super beautiful man, to join, everyone happily reached an agreement with their peers, and Yanhong returned to Mo Jinghui with satisfaction.

Zixi flapped her wings, "It's going so simply, aren't you afraid that we will suddenly regret it after it leaves?"

Ren Hanyue touched Zixi's variegated feathers, "We are just piggybacking, it doesn't matter if we regret it or not." As for Mo Daoyou, he didn't have the courage to regret it. ”

Hearing the words "I don't have the courage to regret it", Mo Jingyi only felt that there were 10,000 arrows in his chest that pierced him back and forth at the same time, and he said to Xia Weiyuan with a stiff face: "Uncle Yuan, I see that your injury is not light, if you can trust me, how about I treat you now?"

Xia Weiyuan raised his hand and touched the top of his hair, and the posture was like an adult praising a sensible child, "Then there is Lao Jingyi." ”

Mo Jingyi, who was extremely embarrassed, blushed, but Ren Hanyue and Zixi, who had a full view of this scene, leaned back and laughed.

What they didn't know was that Yan Hong and its contractor were also watching the field they were in from a hill five or six miles away.

"Jinghui, aren't you really going to run away with them?" The blood-red vines turned into slender arms like fat at some point, and a stunning woman in red clothes with a beautiful appearance was turning her head sideways and whispering in Mo Jinghui's ear.