The little fat man was speechless, teary-eyed and didn't know what to say.

"Alright, let's get my things and leave." Mo Hansheng couldn't see him like this, turned his back and waved his hand.

The little fat man's nose was slightly sour, and he wiped a handful of tears from his eyes before leaving.

He had just taken a few steps before he turned around and said, "Senior brother, when will I become such a great person as you?" ”

Mo Hansheng suddenly remembered the bet he made with the red-clothed young man in the canyon: "When you defeat that kid from Hongluan Peak with your own hands, you may know the answer." ”

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "Defeat Tong Yan?" Can I really do it? ”

Mo Hansheng said impatiently: "Ask what you ask, just do it." ”

"I see." The little fat man nodded heavily, and his eyes gradually became resolute.

"Wait a minute." Hearing the footsteps of the little fat man gradually moving away, Mo Hansheng stopped him again.

The little fat man stopped, thinking to himself, senior brother, could he be reluctant to let this wooden Qi Spirit regret it?

Although he thought so in his heart, he still walked back slowly, looked at Mo Hansheng's back and said with a little apprehension: "Senior brother......"

Mo Hansheng didn't look back, looking at the scenery on Hongluan Peak in the distance.

He thought for a moment and said, "If one day you really defeat that kid......

The little fat man waited for a long time and didn't hear the following, so he couldn't help asking, "What about after defeating him?" ”

Mo Hansheng thought about the lack of virtue that the red-clothed young man did in Yunmeng Canyon, and said expressionlessly: "Give me that Wang Balamb to death." ”

"Huh?" The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously responded, "Oh, oh." ”

Hearing the reply, Mo Hansheng nodded, and regardless of the consequences of this matter, he raised his feet and walked into Qingfeng Residence.

But he didn't notice that the next moment he entered the Qingfeng Residence, a white shadow that seemed to merge with the snow flew in behind him.

If Li Hongmei was here, she would recognize this thing as a unique creature in Yunmeng Canyon - the cicada.

This chilling cicada is the one that escaped due to Mo Hansheng in the Yunmeng Canyon due to chance.

The cicada flapped its wings and circled around the valley, and finally swayed to a stop on the branch of the willow tree in the courtyard.

It lay quietly in the snow, laying its transparent and crystalline white eggs in the snow.

There was no trace of the stone mountain in the bamboo building, Mo Hansheng thought about it, opened the mechanism of the secret room and walked in.

Shi Shan was lying dormant in a well-arranged nest, unaware of Mo Hansheng's arrival.

It seems that his time is really running out, and he has reached the point of racing against time in order to delay aging.

And it chose to enter a dormant state again at this time, so it was impossible for it to go to the Demon Refining Sect together.

In fact, this was something it had already discussed with Mo Hansheng in the morning.

The trip to the Demon Refining Sect may not be as dangerous as entering the Yunmeng Canyon, but it is far more difficult to obtain the Demon Transformation Pill than a hundred times.

In addition to the Demon Refining Sect itself, there is an ancestor of the Demon Refining Sect of the Yuanying Realm, and there are more than a dozen Jindan Realm cultivators.

Coupled with the high-ranking monks of the various sects who went to celebrate their birthdays, as long as Shi Shan was not noticed by them at all, Mo Han was afraid that it would be difficult to take care of it at that time.

On this trip to the Demon Refining Sect, Mo Hansheng's goal is also very clear, which is to transform the Demon Pill.

Therefore, after a total of the two, it was decided that Shi Shan would continue to stay in the secret room to sleep.

Thinking of this, Mo Hansheng didn't linger any longer, and he walked to the corner of the secret room.

There was a decomposing corpse lying in the corner of the wall, it was Lu Chengfeng, who had been dead for months.

The turquoise orb could absorb the putrid stench from his body, but it couldn't stop the corpse from decomposing.

Mo Hansheng thought about it, raised his hand and released a cold breath at Lu Chengfeng, freezing the corpse.

He walked out of the secret room and came to Li Hongmei's wooden house, and vaguely saw a bright red color hidden behind the house.

Li Hongmei was standing in front of the small tree behind the wooden house, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on the slender branches.

The foremost branch was already a little green, and in the days since the two of them left, a few young leaves had grown on the branch.

Li Hongmei dusted off the snow for the small tree as usual, watered and fertilized.

Mo Hansheng quietly watched her do this.

Li Hongmei naturally noticed him, but she didn't say anything.

When she had done all this, she took two chairs out of the room and sat down on the right one.

Mo Hansheng didn't say anything, just sat on the chair on her left.

The two of them sat quietly, saying nothing, just looking at the scenery in front of them.

Until nightfall, the cold moonlight sprinkled over the treetops along the passages carved out in the mountain.

Mo Hansheng turned his head to look at her, and finally couldn't help but speak: "What did the deacon of Xizhao Peak say to you?" ”

"Nothing, just small talk." Li Hongmei stared at a small bulge on the branch.

Mo Hansheng knew that Li Hongmei was lying, because her reaction at that time was not as calm as it is now.

Since she didn't want to say it, Mo Hansheng didn't ask any more questions, and changed the topic: "That white deacon ......"

Li Hongmei hurriedly said: "I think he will be punished by the torture hall, and he won't be able to come out to trouble us for at least a long time." ”

Mo Hansheng shook his head and said, "You know that's not what I want to say. ”

Li Hongmei pinched the corners of her skirt with both hands, her red lips pursed slightly, and she did not speak.

Mo Hansheng said: "When he grabbed you, I saw you laughing." ”

Li Hongmei said indifferently: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

Mo Hansheng said, "I know you weren't happy at the time. ”

Li Hongmei smiled again: "This is the way little people live, for so many years, I have been like this in the Sunset Sect." ”

After being silent for a long time, Mo Hansheng suddenly spoke: "In the future, if you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." ”

Li Hongmei lowered her head, and her smile was a little far-fetched: "People always can't help themselves when they live in the world, and sometimes they can't laugh if they don't want to." ”

The dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and Mo Hansheng's low-hanging palm slowly clenched.

After I don't know how long, he stood up and placed something on his seat: "At least in front of me, you never have to." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Li Hongmei glanced at the seat, and there was a yellow wax pill on it.

This is what Lu Chengfeng used to break his heart, and it was the thing that threatened her the most.

As long as you have this thing, you can easily control Li Hongmei's life and death.

Now that Mo Hansheng has handed over this thing, she no longer has to be threatened.

Li Hongmei looked at this wax pill and slowly stretched out her hand to it, trembling slightly.

She tucked the wax pill between her fingers and stared silently, speechless.

She flexed her legs, clasped her hands on her knees, and curled up in the wooden chair.

Suddenly there was a cries of collapse in the valley, heart-rending, like a flood bursting its banks.

The sadness and bitterness accumulated for many years are difficult to suppress, and they are all cathartic under this night.

Mo Hansheng stopped with his back to the wooden house, his whole body trembling, and his whole heart was clung to this cry.

He listened quietly, and his heart knew that tonight's cry would be the reason for his life to fight.

The wind was fierce and the snow was fluttering, blowing through the small tree behind the wooden house that had not been warmed by the sun for many years.

The young leaves on the branches are slightly green, and in the small flower buds, a touch of delicate red is reflected.

The red plums, which have been frozen for a long time, quietly bloom from this cold snowy night.