I watched the football last night, I didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock, and I just got up.

"How could it be ......?"

Even Luo Qianqian and Yang Li looked at the people who were escorted in in amazement, their faces full of doubts and surprise.

It's no wonder everyone was surprised, because this person's face was exactly the same as Mo Lin's, the only difference was that he looked a little depressed.

Luo Qianqian looked at the two of them in surprise, her eyes swept back and forth a few times hesitantly, and finally fell firmly back on Mo Lin's body. The friendship of childhood sweethearts makes the two people have a tacit understanding that is difficult for others to ignore.,Maybe you can't usually feel it.,But at this moment, it's precious.。

"Ah Huan!" Mo Lin was a little stunned at first, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately judged the identity of the other party.

"That's it." Zhong Man stood up and walked to the side of "Fake Mo Lin" and said, slapping his hand on the top of his head, and when he heard a bang, a cloud of white smoke dispersed, and the gray-faced demon beast Ah Huan appeared in front of everyone.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Mo Lin knew that his guess was really good, Mo Lin, who was dressed as Mo Lin and killed and violently with the demon beasts, was really Ah Huan, who was good at turning into a human being.

"Spare your life......" Ah Huan curled up into a ball, looking pitiful.

Mo Lin had already swung his fist, and seeing it like this, he took it back again.

Mo Ren saw all this in his eyes, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Now that we're all here, let's get started." Bao Lei said, "Luo Qianqian, Yang Li, you will testify first." ”

After Luo Qianqian and Yang Li stepped forward to salute, they began to tell about the situation when they were separated outside the Hundred Soldiers City that day.

Fortunately, they didn't mention the duel between Mo Lin and Xiao Guiyan, which made Mo Lin secretly relieved. If Mo Ren knew that as a craftsman, he had the strength to compete with the young masters of the military family, it would be difficult to explain.

When Luo Qianqian and Yang Li were talking, someone was quickly recording it on the side. When they had finished speaking, Bowey said, "Okay, you go out and wait." ”

When she walked past Mo Lin, Luo Qianqian whispered, "Mo Lin, I believe in you." ”

Since returning to the village, Mo Lin has been locked underground, he has experienced the most significant changes in his life, and he has felt countless bitter and sweet tastes, only at this moment, hearing Luo Qianqian's words, his mood suddenly burst into flames.

"No matter how big the difficulties are, I won't be afraid of anything with you." Mo Lin looked at Luo Qianqian silently and told her how she felt with her eyes.

The eyes of the two met, and they smiled tacitly.

After Luo Qianqian and the two left, Bao Lei said, "Ah Huan, it's your turn." ”

Zhong Man grabbed the hair on the back of Ah Huan's neck, pulled him in front of Bao Lei, and threatened "viciously": "If you dare to tell a lie, I will kill you immediately." ”

Ah Huan was full of tears, kowtowed like garlic and said: "How dare I, I was ...... by you along the way" It said half a sentence, was glared at by Zhongman, and swallowed back the second half of the sentence.

However, looking at its blue nose and swollen face, Mo Lin also knew that it had suffered a lot, and it seemed that Zhong Man's hands were very black.

"Say something useful...... Zhongman gently patted the top of Ah Huan's head, making it tremble in fright.

"I ...... My name is Ah Huan, and I am a demon beast in the swamp, and my demon art is to change into a human form......" Ah Huan began to gush about it.

Ah Huan said that he was ordered by the snake Jiuyou, and after turning into Mo Lin, he led a group of demon beasts to attack the villages near the swamp. In each attack, the monsters will leave some living mouths, and Ah Huan also deliberately appears in the most conspicuous position, shouting and screaming deliberately for the survivors to see.

In this way, the demon beasts took advantage of Mo Lin's time in the swamp to create a series of attacks, and also made the word "Mo Lin" a demonic name that the people of the swamp heard about.

Listening to Ah Huan talk about those brutal attacks, Mo Lin's teeth itched with hatred, and he really wanted to rush over and cramp and skin it. By the time it finished confessing, Mo Lin's fists were clenched tightly, and the joints were stiff because of the excessive force. 3

"Spare my life, I'm just doing what I'm told!" Ah Huan finished talking about everything, saw Mo Lin's face, knew that things were not good, threw himself on the ground, and begged for mercy.

"Have you killed innocent people with your own hands?" Mo Ren, who had been quietly listening to Ah Huan's confession, asked in a calm tone.

Ah Huan froze, and suddenly slammed his head to the ground and cried: "The Mo family is also loved, don't you want to give me a chance?" ”

Mo Ren shook his head: "The ink man is indeed both loving and non-attacking, but in order to achieve our dreams, we have to be violent first." If you have not given those innocent a chance, and we have repaid our grievances with virtue, what have we done to repay those who have helped us? ”

Ah Huan's face was pale, it looked around in fear, and suddenly saw Mo Lin, and crawled to his feet, hugged Mo Lin's legs, and begged bitterly.

Mo Lin shook his head and said, "I can't help you." ”

Ah Huan's face turned pale, and he said fiercely: "If you don't save me, I'll tell your secret!" "It was clearly so angry that it wanted to drag someone into the water and die with it in a desperate situation.

"Please." Mo Lin said unfazed.

"He's really the reincarnation of a red dragon! He really is! Ah Huan turned around and yelled at Mo Ren.

The faces of the people in the room changed slightly, especially the three ink artists who Mo Lin had never seen looked over with interest, looking back and forth on Mo Lin's body, as if there was something interesting on him.

Mo Ren waved his hand and said, "It's already scared crazy, pull it down, give it a good time." ”

Zhong Man picked up Ah Huan, and reached out to wipe it on its neck before it opened its mouth and was about to shout, his hand was like a sharp sword, and this light wipe cut off all Ah Huan's words, only making a choking sound of "woo".

No matter how hard Ah Huan struggled, he was still dragged out by Zhongman. The room was silent, and the eyes of the ink artists would pass over Mo Lin's face intentionally or unintentionally, probably to see his reaction.

"Mo Lin, don't listen to its nonsense. The demon beasts want to counterattack us humans, and they want to use coercion and coercion to win over the children of the seven great families, and those so-called red dragon reincarnations are just rumors about them. Mo Ren's gaze cut on Mo Lin's face like a knife, and seeing that his face was calm as usual, he finally spoke slowly.

"Back to the giant, the lies of the demon beasts are so ridiculous that even a three-year-old child won't believe it." Mo Lin said calmly, he finally didn't lie directly, because he had a deep-rooted reverence for Mo Ren.

This reverence comes from the education of the Mohist spirit that he received since he was a child, and also from the gratitude to the previous generation of giants, Mo Qilin. Although these emotions are complex like an unsolvable mess, Mo Lin still insists on his original choice.

"You're a good boy, you've worked hard these days, let's go home and rest for a few days." Mo Ren said gently.

"Xie Juzi." Mo Lin bowed deeply.

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Walking out of the Tower of the Ink Maker and seeing the scene of the village that was desolate because of the coming of winter, Mo Lin felt like a world away.

A snowflake fell from the sky and landed on Mo Lin's arm, and then pieces of snowflakes fluttered down, falling on the roof, trees, and the ground, and the snow became heavier and heavier, and soon a thin layer of white snow was spread on the ground.

Mo Lin stood in front of the Tower of the Ink Man, looking at the snowy scene, and could hardly bear to take a step out to destroy the entire white.

"It's like a white bread." Someone said in a lazy voice behind his back.

Mo Lin turned his head, and saw that after the fat ink man he had just seen sighed, he was taking out a fruit from his arms, wiping it on the placket of his clothes, stuffing it into his mouth and gnawing it.

"What a weird metaphor...... Mo Lin said to himself.

"My name is Nie Renlong, hello." The obese ink man gnawed off the fruit in three or two clicks, took out two more from his arms, and handed one of them to Mo Lin's eyes, very kindly.

"Thank you." Mo Lin thought he was very interesting, accepted his kindness, took the fruit, wiped it on the placket of his clothes as usual, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

"What a sweet fruit." A sweet breath filled his mouth, and Mo Lin couldn't help but admire.

Nie Renlong pursed his lips: "No matter how sweet it is, I can only give you one." ”

"He is willing to give you a fruit, and he has already regarded you as a friend. I've known him for more than ten years, and I've only eaten one of his fruits. A young man turned out from behind Nie Renlong, it was Zhong Man.

As soon as he saw Zhongman, Mo Lin hurriedly saluted and said, "Thank you for helping me find out the truth." ”

"No thanks." Zhong Man smiled slightly, he was not much older than Mo Lin, he always had a relaxed expression, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth made people feel very close.

"We're all almost dead, how can a thank you be enough, please eat." Two more people appeared behind Zhong Man, the handsome young ink man who spoke, and the other elegant and silent ink artist beside him.

Seeing Mo Lin looking at him directly, the ink man said again: "What do you see, Lao Tzu is a man!" ”

Zhong Man said embarrassedly: "Don't be surprised, this person's name is Zhang Junyan, because he is always regarded as a woman, so he has a big temper." ”

Seeing that Mo Lin was also very embarrassed, Zhong Man hurriedly coughed, pushed Zhang Junyan aside, and pulled the silent ink man over and said, "This is Tang Chuan." ”

Tang Chuan nodded to Mo Lin silently, and said hello.

Mo Lin looked at the four people in front of him, and said in his heart that except for Zhong Man, these three ink masters are strange enough.

It seemed that he had seen through Mo Lin's thoughts, and Zhong Man smiled: "Tang Chuan, Zhang Junyan, Nie Renlong, the three of them are called the Three Musketeers of the Mo Family, but they are very famous." ”

"The Three Musketeers......" Mo Lin felt that this title was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

"Don't be mistaken, it's a sword of a sword, not a cheap **." Tang Chuan is a serious Taoist.

"Uh...... How could I be mistaken......" Mo Lin broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't mind, Tang Chuan likes to tell bad jokes." Zhongman smiled bitterly and said, "The three of them are like this, it's a little weirder." ”