"After that, Boomer hated Erling very much, probably because I had the blood that Boomer hated the most!"

After finishing the story, there was no sadness on Ailing's little face, and a disproportionate wry smile disappeared in a flash.

I was surprised to find that this girl would have such an expression.

In Mo Wen's memory, Ailing often smirks and laughs, although sometimes she is sad and sheds tears, but on the whole, she gives the impression that she is an innocent and lively girl who doesn't know the sorrows of the world, so she will actually smile bitterly.

(Could it be that she's stupid...... ）

After listening to the thrilling past, Mo Wen had a feeling. Under this girl's usual cheerful face, is there a side she doesn't know?

For Long. Beethoven's state of mind, Mo Wen can quite understand, if he is stimulated by this, of course, he will also slaughter human beings in retaliation, the number is not too much, 108,000 can't run away......

Mo Wen was speechless about what his own kind did, but instead raised his respect for Ailing, and after experiencing such a thing, he could still grow without a blow.

"You—don't look at me like that, like I'm some kind of monster......" Ailing said, "Although that happened, I don't hate the fact that I have half human blood! Because I know that among human beings, there are great people like Sima and good people like Mr. Mo Wen." ”

Being put on a par with Ailing's mother, Mo Wenwei really felt flattered, his cheeks were red, and he smiled bitterly uneasily.

"The enemy I encountered during the day was the monster demon clan at the beginning. He chased after him, maybe he wanted revenge!"

Ailing said: "And the sentence I said to him was, 'If you kill me, you will never know the secret language of breaking the seal', so he withdrew his hand, but there may not be a next time for this kind of good luck." ”

Mo Wen can be understood, that Qireth is obviously a madman who will forget everything with killing intent, maybe next time he doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, kill it first and then talk about it. I didn't expect that I would be involved in the demon conflict, I really don't know what to say.

"I can't agree with Boomer's approach, so I want to try to stop it, and the best way to do that is to be a good creator like Boomer, able to restrain the weapons he develops, and that's the only thing I can do. ”

Ailing said: "So, no matter how difficult it is, I have to be a creator." ”

Gazing at Ailing, Mo Wen sighed and felt ashamed in his heart.

This girl has suffered a lot!

does not match her innocent appearance, the environment in which she grew up is like this, so what is the root of her smirking all day long?

Mo Wen vaguely understood why he was attracted to this girl when he first met in the square, and traveled with her for a long distance to this day.

It's the same end of the world!

It turns out that under the different appearances, the state of mind of the two seems to have something in common, it seems that in the dark, there is indeed a pair of invisible hands that bring two similar fallen people together, and compared with her strength, she is really embarrassed......

"I have a pact with Boomer that if I can take back the obsidian mirror before the full moon this time, I will be given the name of a trainee and return to the door, so...... So ......"

Ailing's words are not complete, after the excuse of "returning to the wall", she has the intention of caring about her father and wanting to guide her father back to the right path, she hopes that she can do her best for her father as a daughter, and this mood, Mo Wen really grasped.

"My abilities are limited, in other words, I can only escort you to the enemy's lair, is that okay?"

"Huh!"

Hearing Mo Wen's words clearly, Ailing was taken aback, and then, the joy was beyond words.

"Well, if it really doesn't work, as long as Mr. Mo Wen can send me to within ten feet of the obsidian mirror, I have a way. ”

Mo Wen nodded, he didn't know the origin of Ailing's confidence, but how to recover the equipment was the job of the founder, and he only needed to concentrate on guarding.

"Thank you, Mr. Mowen, thank you, thank you so much. ”

Things finally took a turn for the better, and got Mo Wen's promise, Ailing was so happy that she almost danced, she held Mo Wen's hand tightly and shook it desperately.

"Thank you, Mr. Mowen......"

Unable to stand the enthusiasm of this optimist, Mo Wen smiled and said, "Don't be so happy, maybe I'm just talking." Aren't you afraid that I'll sneak away in the middle of the night?"

Faced with this sharp question, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then, like a spring flower blooming in the forest, she smiled slightly, just smiled.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what, Ailing believes Mr. Mo Wen. ”

Believe it again, right?

Mo Wen shook her head, this girl didn't seem to have learned a lesson, what kind of force was supporting her blind faith?

Maybe it's because of the lack of experience, Mo Wen didn't find out that the smile on Ailing's face was not so much fearless, but rather prepared to give up everything.

It was a dead smile.

The night is deep and quiet, only three or five owls chirping, strange and desolate, listening to the hearts of the people tremble, adding a lot of ominous meaning.

After the conversation, Ailing returned to the house where the children were resting and prepared for bed. Mo Wen still picked a tree close to the house, and lay on it leisurely, looking like no one was fine. With his martial arts, he is not afraid of this mountain wind, and he lets the cold invade his body, and he doesn't care at all.

Moaning to the moon, Mo asked to recall all the things of this day.

The errand of helping Ailing, so far, has gone against the original intention.

If it was a year ago, regardless of his thousands of enemies, as long as he had a sword in his hand, who had he been afraid of?

But now it's different, his skills have been greatly damaged, his swordsmanship is not as good as in the past, and when he encounters a strong enemy, it is really a place to die, not to mention that on this road, there are powerful demon opponents like Chires......

Moreover, recalling the teacher's instructions, Mo Wen is even more intimidating.

The period of one year has not yet expired, and within this time, there must be no room for failure, otherwise all hope will be in vain.

"The dragon's teng will also dive and fly. The old man said, "If you can't endure this level, everything will be over." ”

"That's not good! I was only going to deal with a few thieves ......."

Facing the half-round bright moon, Mo Wen smiled bitterly, in fact, his original idea was that if things developed beyond expectations, he would immediately withdraw and ignore it, so as not to spoil the big thing.

It stands to reason that it is time for me to withdraw now, why would I agree to this girl's request and continue to walk with her!

And I should understand that reason very well!

"If you're here, you'll definitely agree with what I'm doing! Jiamin, this girl is a blessing to you!"

Mo Wen smiled gloomily, he knew that he was cowardly, if he was really brave, if he still had the qualifications to be a man, he shouldn't be here, take Ailing to vent his anger, and fall into memories like a fool, but immediately run to her side and do what he should do, but ...... But......

"I'm sorry! I'm so useless, and at the end of the day, I'm just a useless man...... I'm so sorry for you......"

The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became, Mo Wen's nails were deeply embedded in his fists, and he used silent crying to vent all his pain.

"Amozimi, Na Miri, Ashasi Mi ...... estimate"

From the wooden house not far below, a small singing voice came out, attracting Mo Wen's attention. It was Ailing singing, her voice was very low, as thin as an ant's song, if it weren't for Mo Wen's special hearing, she wouldn't have listened carefully at all.

It seems that Ailing couldn't sleep and sang a lullaby by herself.

"Hmm......"

I remember Ailing said before that this song was taught by her mother. After learning about the past that had happened, hearing this song made Mo Wen feel unhappy, and there was a certain deep and sad snow crystal, which slowly precipitated in the chest of the silver-haired man.

And he didn't like it.

Subconsciously, Mo Wen snorted coldly.

Startled by him, the singing stopped abruptly.

"What should I do, don't ask Mr. if he will be unhappy!"

In the wooden house, Ailing scratched her head in frustration and was busy explaining to the children. Just now, because a boy had a nightmare and woke everyone up, in order to coax them to sleep, her little sister had to try to sing a hypnotic song, but she forgot for a moment that Mo Wen didn't like this lullaby.

"I'm so stupid, I know that Mr. Mo Wen doesn't like to listen to this, why do I still sing it......"

Ailing felt sorry for herself, knocking her head with her little hands to punish her immaturity.

"The good "Musou Super Voicer No. 8" is out of order again, otherwise, it won't make Mr. Mo Wen angry. ”

Ailing muttered to herself, but she didn't know how to explain to these expectant children, and the wound on her back hurt again, which was really scrambling.

(If Mr. Mo Wen gets angry again, will he run away!)

This thought frightened Ailing, she quickly stood up, and wanted to apologize to Mr. Mo Wen, promising not to do it again, but she was too anxious, her head hit the bed board, and she screamed in pain.

"Oh! it hurts me. ”

Ailing held her head and smiled at a few children who were worried about her, before she could speak, the melodious sound of the flute suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, unexpectedly, the music played was a fairly familiar melody.

"It's ......"

Ailing was stunned at first, and then pleasantly surprised.

It's my own lullaby......

Based on a mood that even he could not understand, the silver-haired man put aside his arrogance and volunteered to act as a music box for one night, using his exquisite musical skills instead of singing to say goodnight to everyone.

"Thank you, Mr. Mowen. ”

didn't say it very loudly, Ailing led the children and whispered thanks to the "kind Mr. Mo Wen" from the window, and she also knew that Mr. Mo Wen didn't need to thank him at the moment.

"I have that time to say thank you, it's better to fall asleep for me early, I'm tired of blowing xiao all the time, I'm really a girl who loves to cause trouble. ”

If you go to thank Mr. Mo Wen, the consequence must be that he knocks his head hard, and blames him like this, Ailing knows this very well.

It is not comparable to any machine, the sound of the flute flowing like a river of heaven, so that the time in the girl's mind is reversed, as if returning to the night a long time ago, there is a soft and pleasant female voice, slowly singing in the ear.

At this moment, the little inventor, his eyes were full of moisture, and he was speechless.

"Thank you, Mr. Mowen, thank you. ”

While Mo Wen smiled bitterly at the change in his mentality, there was another person who was also hesitant about how he should deal with the changes in front of him.

Originally, Zhu Yan, who was only following behind the little junior sister who had sneaked out of the house and secretly protecting him like in the past, was extremely surprised when he saw Mo Wen's face that day, and he had to get in touch with someone immediately.

Although he came from the Demon Realm, Zhu Yan didn't know how to use the Water Mirror technique that the Magister loved, so he had to leave here temporarily and go to the towns outside the mountains to obtain materials and make magic equipment that could echo the Water Mirror technique.

Believing that this man named Mo Wen had enough strength to protect the little junior sister, Zhu Yan temporarily left his post, however, he didn't expect that a mysterious master who was beyond the estimate would suddenly appear and kill Mo Wen to a big loss.

At this time, Zhu Yan was on a hill hundreds of miles away from Ailing, using the communication equipment he had just completed to connect to a city on the western border of the Ventilation Continent, and the two sides began to talk through the illusory image and the water mirror.

After reporting the matter completely, Zhu Yan was silent, waiting for his friend's reply. The thing is actually very simple, a person who should have died a year ago is still in the world at the moment, so should you let this damn person die again, so as not to add other trouble?

It can be seen that this "dead man" has not recovered his martial arts, and his strength is not as far as in the past, if he does not take advantage of this time to start and be restored by him, with his talent and martial arts, he is bound to be a terrifying and terrifying enemy, so Zhu Yan waited for the ruling of his friends.

“...... You don't want to do anything superfluous......"

Zhu Yan was not surprised by his friend's answer, because he knew this guy's contradictory character, so he only frowned at the moment, and said in a deep voice: "Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows, if Ah Zhong knows, he will definitely blame you for being soft-hearted." ”

"I didn't relent, I just ...... Every survivor of the catastrophe should have such a right!"

All the communication was enough here, Zhu Yan raised his hand to destroy this temporary equipment, and rushed to Brown Village, hundreds of miles away, to prepare to return to his post, but at the same time, he felt strong regret for his friend.

(What a fool you are!Why can't you make up your mind when you want to do it?) Is it because you know your weakness too well that you wear such a cold thing all day to cover it...... ）

The faint stars are heavy, and the eastern sky is faintly revealing the golden morning light, and this night is about to pass.

On the branches, the silver-haired man undulated in the wind, put away the flute, and flicked the lightsaber in his hand for a final examination.

Although he hadn't slept all night, the face under the silver hair looked full of vitality and seemed to have made some kind of decision.

The sword has been prepared, his body has been adjusted, and the preparations that should have been made have been completed.

Facing the first morning light in the east, Mo Wen squinted his eyes and stared straight at his right palm, in the palm of his hand, several delicate trinkets quietly glowed.

Ailing once said that these things have an unusual meaning, so to speak, they are her mother's relics!

It seems that I have really received a great reward!

A voice that seemed to be out of his throat spilled out of his throat.

"Big Fool ......"

I don't know if I'm laughing at myself, or at the little woman who is confused, or both!