Out of the house, the masked man led the two of them back along the same road, and after walking a short distance, he suddenly heard an explosion from behind, and looked back, only to see a wisp of green smoke soaring upwards and dissipating into the air.

Fanyin's instinct told him that the puff of green smoke was wafting from the hut. "Sir, that was ...... just now"

Mo Ling didn't speak, but the masked man next to him shook his head and whispered, "You can't live if you do your own evil." ”

Mo Ling felt strange and asked the masked man, "If you say such things, aren't you afraid of being heard by your master?" ”

"It's just you, me and her here, and he can't hear it. "Then aren't you afraid that I will tell you about the master?"

The masked man did not answer, and when the three of them came to the gate of the courtyard, and the two of them said goodbye, the masked man suddenly spoke: "Mr. has made a good move." ”

"What do you mean by that?" asked Moling after a pause.

The masked man stopped talking, arched his hand, turned and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard.

After noon, the thunderstorm gradually turned into a drizzle, and Mo Ling and Fan Yin walked side by side on the drenched bluestone road, and the sound of dripping water on the side of the street was very clear.

"Sir's hat is so big. Fan Yin raised the hat on his head and said playfully, "It seems to be carrying a big wheel." ”

"Is it that big," Magic Ling looked at the hat carefully, "and is it ugly for me to wear it?"

Seeing Mei Yu's serious face, Fan Yin couldn't help laughing, "I said a joke, Mr. looks good when he wears it." ”

Mo Ling scratched her cheek, looked away, and muttered, "I don't wear a hat to look good......"

"Hehe," Fan Yin smiled even more, "Mr. is so beautiful, he looks good or not." ”

"If you make any more fuss, I'll want you to return the hat. "Hey, hey, don't give it. ”

Fan Yin said, sideways to avoid Mo Ling's grasp, but unexpectedly his feet slipped, his body tilted, and he lost his eyes and hands quickly, and he helped Fan Yin.

"How old is a person, why is he still like a little girl. Demon Ling said angrily.

"It's all because this road is too slippery," Fan Yin's face turned slightly red, and he excused himself, "And sir, before you finish speaking, you came to grab the hat, it's too cunning, it's as slippery as this road." ”

"It's still not as good as Miss Fanyin, it's as slippery as a loach, and no one can catch it. "How does the gentleman know?" said Mollene. "Wow, this magic feather, speaking ill of people behind his back. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Count, of course," Fan Yin puffed out his mouth angrily, "The next time I meet him, I must teach him a good lesson." ”

"Huh-" Magic Feather raised slightly, "you're pretty confident." ”

"Of course," Fan Yin waved his fist, "he's just like my brother, he can bully if he wants." ”

"Ahh

"Hehe...... Fan Yin smiled a little lonely, "He just looks a lot like my brother, that's why I said that." ”

"You have a younger brother. "Hmm...... But he died six years ago. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ling was suddenly shocked, only to feel that his chest was stuffy and his throat was dry and unbearable.

"Sir?" Fan Yin saw that Mei Yu suddenly stopped, his face was not very good-looking, and he thought that he had said the wrong thing, "It's all in the past, I shouldn't have mentioned it......"

"Fanyin girl......" Mo Ling took a few deep breaths, but her voice still trembled, "You are from the Extreme Eastern Clan." ”

"Sir...... Have you already guessed," Fan Yin lowered his head, hiding the expression on his face, "That's right, I'm the one who escaped from that massacre in the Far East six years ago. ”

"It's really ......" Moling's mind went blank, "I don't know if there's anyone else...... Escaped. ”

"Yes, everyone thought that the Far East clan was dead, but I just survived. Fan Yin suddenly raised his head, but there were two shallow tears on his smiling face.

"Fan Yin ......" Mo Ling looked at Fan Yin, and felt a pain in his heart, not knowing what to say.

"On the day of the massacre, I abandoned all my people and ran out alone, I was not very smart. ”

“......”

"I watched them being killed one by one, but hiding under the bed without making a sound, I was very forbearing. ”

"Don't talk about it......"

"I haven't said a word to anyone in the past six years, just to survive, I'm not strong. ”

Mo Ling pressed Fan Yin's shoulder, and stopped after a few words, "You...... Say no more......"

Fan Yin's eyes widened, looking at the vague Mei Yu, and suddenly laughed, "Just now, Mo Zixu questioned my identity, and I also argued loudly with him, am I very bold-"

"That's enough—" Before Fan Yin finished speaking, he was tightly hugged into his arms by Mo Ling, "Enough, Fan Yin...... It's all in the past. ”

"But their souls are still there!" Fan Yin suddenly shouted, "Their souls are ...... My people, my relatives, my brothers, they have appeared to me more than once and asked me to avenge them......"

With a whoop, Fan Yin, who was buried in Mo Ling's arms, suddenly howled and cried, and the rain that had just weakened gradually became heavier again, enveloping the two people who were hugging each other in the vast mist. The rain that was even in the long line "crackled" and smashed into the heart of the magic feather, and every time it was painful.

I don't know how long it took, Fanyin's cry gradually subsided with the sound of the rain, and Mo Ling's chest was also drenched like the bluestone road.

"Let the gentleman see the joke. Fan Yin wiped the tears off her face and said with a smile.

"Where can I laugh," Mo Ling brushed Fanyin's messy hair on his forehead and sideburns, "It's okay if I don't cry with you." ”

Having said that, Fan Yin still saw that the corners of Mei Yu's eyes were red, and if she cried for a longer time just now, maybe Mr. Er would really cry together. Seeing Fan Yin staring at him, Mo Ling asked blankly, "Is it better to cry with you?"

"How can anyone ask that," Fan Yin laughed, "Sir, once his heart is better, people will become stupid." ”

Mo Ling didn't know whether this sentence was praising herself or belittling herself, "But some people often say that I am very indifferent to people. ”

"This sentence must be false," Fan Yin immediately took over, "A person who is willing to cry with others will not be an indifferent person." ”

This sentence should be a good compliment, Mo Ling blushed a little when she heard it, and Fan Yin thought that she had said something very embarrassing, and she also blushed. The two were silent for a while, but Fan Yin looked away and said hesitantly: "In short, Mr. is the kind of person who makes people feel very comfortable getting along with - hey, what am I talking about." ”

Before he finished speaking, Fan Yin's face turned red first, "In our Far Eastern clan, only people who are related by blood can have this feeling when they are together-so Mr. is very special." ”

"Yes, yes......" When Mo Ling heard this, her originally calm heart shook again.

"Well......" Fan Yin took Mei Yu's hand and led her across a small puddle on the ground, "This is what my mother told me, I didn't believe it before, but now I suddenly believe it a little, blood is a very wonderful thing, are you right, sir?" Fan Yin showed a sweet smile towards Mei Yu, just as the rain disappeared, a faint ray of sunlight sprinkled on Fan Yin's face, turning into a warmth that soaked his heart. Mo Ling saw the god and replied in a daze: "Hmm." ”

"However, if Mr. becomes my blood relative, should he be my sister or sister?" Fan Yin began to seriously think about something extraordinary, "Mr. looks mature and steady, and sometimes gives people a feeling of pity......

"Do you want me to be your family?" asked Mo Ling after thinking for a moment.

"Of course," Fan Yin replied, "Mr. is beautiful and has a good heart, whether I am a sister or a younger sister, I am so happy to death." ”

"That-" Mo Ling suppressed the excitement in his heart, "What about Mo Ling, do you want him to be your family?"

"Demon Ling—" Fan Yin suddenly hesitated, and after a moment shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to. ”

The fire in Mo Ling's heart was extinguished at once, "Why ......?"

"I don't know—I don't want to," Fan Yin's face was full of confusion, "When I first saw Mo Ling, I thought it would be nice if he were my brother, but then I felt bad, because the Far Eastern clan had too many blood feuds on their backs, and they would crush him." The best thing is, I know he's my brother, but he doesn't know I'm his sister, hehe, I don't know if there's such a cheap thing. ”

"That's why you asked me to hand over the ring for you?"

"Well, I want to have a mental preparation before meeting him. ”

"If he says he knows the ring, it's his sister's, what are you going to answer him?"

"I just said, this is what your sister entrusted me to give you before she died, you have to live with it well, don't live up to your sister's wishes. ”

"......," said Moling, who was silent for a long time, "what if he said he didn't know the ring?"

"Hehe, I haven't figured out how to answer this yet. Fan Yin grinned and prevaricated.