After walking for two or three miles, Mo Hansheng finally stopped and exhaled heavily.

The left fist that was clenched all the way slowly loosened, and a thin spar was lying quietly in the palm of his hand, which was triangular, and the whole body was blue and white and translucent.

Mo Hansheng looked at it carefully for a while and didn't see anything famous, so he temporarily hid it in the talisman on his chest.

He rubbed his shoulders, and there was still a faint feeling of soreness in his shoulder blades, that Feng steward was actually a master who was deeply hidden.

It's a bit of a fluke, and the "Yiye Hong" that he just caught didn't know why, and he took the initiative to rush over like crazy before he went ashore, if it weren't for that, I don't know how to end up today.

Mo Hansheng glanced up at the sky, and began to run all the way.

Night falls, and the stars dim.

Just when Mo Hansheng was finally able to see the faintly flickering lights of Golden Scale Village, in the dim night sky, a swift black shadow fluttered above his head and flew by.

At this time, there were still birds flying in the air, Mo Hansheng was surprised but didn't think much about it, and quickened his pace to the head of the village.

There were three unexpected figures standing at the intersection, two of them stepped forward, one left and one right to hold Mo Hansheng, and said in surprise: "Hansheng, why did you come back so late?" ”

The two of them were Mo Dachun and his wife, although their tone was surprised, but there was the slightest surprise on their faces, but they looked like they were facing a great enemy.

Mo Hansheng didn't want to talk nonsense with them, so he struggled to get rid of the two and was about to enter the village.

At this moment, the third figure guarding the entrance of the village shouted, "Stop! What did you come back for? ”

"What are you doing back?" Looking at his father who stopped in front of him with a questioning face, Mo Hansheng felt a little aggrieved inexplicably, "Do I need any reason to go back to my home?" ”

"Go back to what home!" Father Mo stepped forward and pushed him away, "How can you explain to the Ning Mansion when you sneak back without permission?" ”

Mo Han was suspicious: "How do you know that I sneaked back?" ”

"I saw that you didn't look right, and I was just trying to deceive you." Father Mo consciously lost his words, his expression was a little unnatural, and in order to hide his weakness, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "Hehe, I really tried it out!" ”

Mo Hansheng was exhausted at the moment, he didn't want to argue about anything, and said weakly: "I'm not from Ningfu, I don't want to do it, I can leave if I want to, why do I need to run away?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the three people beside him suddenly became anxious.

"Hansheng, you can't be impulsive."

"yes, you have to think about it. If you don't do it in Ningfu, how can we be a big family? ”

"Bastard!" Father Mo scolded loudly, "If you say you don't do it, you won't do it, then the errand in Ning Mansion is so easy to find?"

Mo Hansheng replied: "What's so good about the days under the fence? ”

"You think you're a dragon in the palace?" Father Mo was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded, "You are a loach in a ditch, this is your life!" ”

"I've made a lot of money these days, and I can use it for a small business. This money ......" Although Mo Hansheng was angry when he heard this, he didn't plan to care about it, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the three people next to him had unconsciously dodged when they heard his words.

"Money, what money!" Father Mo's eyes widened, and he waved his hand to interrupt him, "To tell you the truth, your mother's illness has happened again." In order to cure her, all the money was spent. Don't you hurry up to earn money, don't you care about her life or death? ”

"What? Mother, I want to see mother! When Mo Hansheng heard this, he was very anxious, and he raised his feet to enter the village.

"What do you see?" Father Mo pushed him, but he was knocked into a stumbling and almost fell to the ground.

In a fit of anger, he picked up a stick and slammed it on Mo Hansheng's leg without saying a word, beating him to his knees.

Father Mo waved his stick and hit Mo Hansheng mercilessly.

"You go back to Ningfu for me, even if you die, you have to get the errand back, otherwise don't come back for me!"

"Get out of here, there's no home for you!"

"Get out!"

Mo Hansheng did not retreat or avoid, and let the stick shadow hit his body like a raging storm.

Father Mo was like a madman, and he couldn't stop at all.

Xu is Mo Hansheng's indifferent eyes angered him, Xu is the wine worm in his stomach dominates him, and Xu is the resentment that has accumulated over the years needs to be vented.

So at this moment, like a flood bursting its banks, he poured all his strength into this stick and fell fiercely.

"Bang!"

There was a deathly silence after the dull crashing sound, and Mo Dachun and his wife were stunned.

The wooden stick fell to the ground with a "bang", and the Mo father who came back to his senses moved a few steps randomly, stunned in place, at a loss.

Blood slipped from the corners of his forehead and flowed past his eyes, his vision gradually blurred, Mo Hansheng didn't feel any pain, and there was only loss and confusion in his eyes.

He stood still for a long time, then suddenly let out a miserable laugh, turned and walked away.

It's clear that the way home is right in front of you, why can you only go with your back?

Overnight, he was homeless.

The moonlight was cold, setting off the lonely figure in a particularly embarrassing way, and the dazed steps extended all the way into the distance, like a road of no return that never ends.

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In the cloister of Ningfu, Steward Feng stood under the eaves.

There was an empty birdcage hanging in front of him, and the canary was jumping back and forth on his forearm, and he was very happy.

A rush of footsteps sounded, and Ning Da walked up to Steward Feng, bowed his head slightly, and said, "He's back." ”

"As I said, no matter how much you yearn for freedom, as long as you cast a shackle in its heart, no matter where it flies, it will eventually fly back by itself." Steward Feng clapped his hands and sent the canary back to the cage, without a door or lock.

"Let's go."

Steward Feng led Ning Da to an attic and went up to the second floor.

On a small pear blossom wooden table, wine and delicacies are served, and in the center is a plate of thinly sliced raw fish, and light smoke wafts from the delicate incense burner.

Two handmaidens with beautiful appearances served on the side, and on the high chair of the main seat, a middle-aged man with a big belly sat in it, not touching the ground.

The maid leaned over and took a piece of crystal clear fish from the plate and put it into her master's mouth.

The middle-aged man chewed gently, and the two sparse and slender mustaches shook undulatingly, and a satisfied look appeared between his eyebrows.

Then he beckoned to the left, and Steward Feng, who had a cold face, bowed his head respectfully and leaned over with his ear.

"It's a shame if you can't eat it in the future, so stay it." The middle-aged man glanced through the gap in the railing and in the middle of the open door.

A young man knelt at the foot of the steps, the blood on his face had long since dried up, and his eyes seemed to have frozen and cloudy, and he had lost his lustre.

"Yes." Steward Feng replied and bowed back.

Mo Hansheng's eyes were scattered, covered with wind and frost, and the snowflakes were messy, but he couldn't compare to his confusion.

The figure of Steward Feng appeared under the eaves, condescending and looking down at him indifferently.

Steward Feng raised his hand and beckoned.

Mo Hansheng got up and walked up the steps.

"Let's sign it."

A white deed paper appeared in front of his eyes, and his tone was unquestionable.

Ran Xue's eyebrows raised slightly, Mo Hansheng glanced at it, shook his head and said, "I can't write." ”

Steward Feng glanced at the side, and Ning Da immediately understood, stepped forward and grabbed the young man's hand, and then took out a knife.

The sharp knife cut a quick cut in the thumb, and there was a sudden pain in the fingertip.

Mo Hansheng didn't struggle, and let Ning Da grab his hand and press the blood mark on the deed of sale.

The paper was soaked red with blood, and Steward Feng turned to leave.

A light breeze blew, Mo Hansheng's pupils suddenly dilated, and his gaze condensed on the corner of the deed paper fluttering.

The little yellow-green trace left on that corner is the snot that the golden egg inadvertently left that day, and the unsigned deed of sale half a month ago has been left until now.

Mo Hansheng suddenly remembered the four words that Steward Feng had said to himself by the cold pool-don't regret it!

It turned out that he didn't say it casually.

It turned out that he had already calculated this moment.

It turned out that everything was under his control!

Mo Hansheng's feet floated, as if he had stepped on an abyss.

He followed Ning Da blankly in the corridor, lost his soul and numb like a walking corpse.